Chapter 93: The Troublemaking Girl

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After Yi Xiaochuan entered Yushu’s chambers, the one who was most concerned was Sanbao. Aside from him, Yang Wenhao and Cui Wenzi appeared completely composed.

“Gentlemen, aren’t you worried about Mr. Yi at all?” Sanbao couldn’t help but feel frustrated seeing the two of them so calm.

Cui Wenzi smiled and said, “Worrying is pointless.”

Yang Wenhao nodded. “Life and death are both matters of fate. If Yi Xiaochuan can make it through, that’s excellent. If not, then it’s simply destiny.”

This was Yi Xiaochuan’s own trial, belonging to him alone. Even if they worried outside, it would be futile.

Upon hearing this, Sanbao felt a little more at ease, though he still couldn’t let go of his concern for Yi Xiaochuan.

“By the way, Sanbao,” Yang Wenhao called.

“What is it, Mr. Yang?” Sanbao walked over.

“I’m planning to open a tavern,” Yang Wenhao said. “Go and help me find a location.”

“A tavern?” Sanbao was puzzled.

Even Cui Wenzi looked over in surprise.

Yang Wenhao said, “This way, it’ll be much easier for us to drink in the future.”

“That makes sense,” Sanbao nodded, thinking it was a great idea.

Leaving the matter to Sanbao saved Yang Wenhao the trouble of handling it himself.

Soon, Sanbao found a good spot in Xianyang City that was just about to go up for sale. He hurried back to inform Yang Wenhao.

Yang Wenhao immediately went and purchased the place. Money was the last thing he lacked; in the eyes of others, gold and silver were most valuable, but Yang Wenhao had plenty of treasures on hand, and selling a few was more than enough.

The place had originally been a tavern, but perhaps due to poor business or other reasons, it had closed down. Now Yang Wenhao was taking over.

“Sir, we don’t seem to have any staff,” Sanbao said.

“No matter. Just go out and post a notice—we’re hiring,” Yang Wenhao replied.

“Oh.” Sanbao nodded and went to handle it.

Before long, Cui Wenzi arrived, and after touring the tavern, he nodded repeatedly in approval.

“I know you’re not one to follow the crowd, but what kind of wine do you plan to sell?” Cui Wenzi asked, smiling.

Yang Wenhao replied, “I have my methods, but if we could also have your ‘Valley of Forgetting Sorrows,’ all the better.”

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Cui Wenzi laughed. “Then I mustn’t be charged for my drinks here in the future.”

“Of course not—when friends come, they drink for free,” Yang Wenhao replied.

“For free?” Cui Wenzi was stunned.

Yang Wenhao explained, “It means there’s no charge.”

“Oh, I see.” Cui Wenzi nodded in understanding.

As a man from modern times, Yang Wenhao wasn’t an expert, but he knew a thing or two about such matters.

He spent a few hundred points to purchase a set of equipment and began hiring people to brew the wine.

This brewing method was modern, not like the ancient ways.

After half a month, when the first batch was ready, Cui Wenzi was drawn over by the fragrance alone.

“Very good,” Cui Wenzi nodded in approval after tasting it. “This wine is every bit as good as my ‘Valley of Forgetting Sorrows,’ if not better.”

Yang Wenhao merely smiled. Of course, this was produced with modern techniques; ancient methods left too many impurities, whereas modern brewing had already managed to remove them.

Naturally, the difference was clear.

Moreover, the equipment he bought was not ordinary; otherwise, it wouldn’t have cost so many points. It was well worth the price.

Yang Wenhao named the tavern “Moonlit Paradise.”

“Paradise” was often used to describe a fairyland—an enchanting place where people longed to escape the cares of the world.

Thus, “Moonlit Paradise” carried deep meaning, and Cui Wenzi praised the name repeatedly.

At first, the tavern sold ‘Valley of Forgetting Sorrows,’ which quickly made it popular; almost overnight, the name “Moonlit Paradise” was known throughout Xianyang City.

Many wine enthusiasts came, and the tavern was often packed to capacity.

Now, a new wine was introduced, which Yang Wenhao called “Thinking of the Bright Moon.” As for its meaning, with no explanation given, guests could only let their imaginations wander.

Everything in the tavern was arranged personally by Yang Wenhao. Having come from the future, he knew the best way to run such an establishment.

Other taverns typically employed men, but “Moonlit Paradise” truly felt like a fairyland—serving drinks and food were beautiful young women dressed in flowing white gowns.

At first, Sanbao was still worried about Yi Xiaochuan, but in the end, all thoughts of him were forgotten—watching beauties became the main concern.

One day, Yang Wenhao and Cui Wenzi were enjoying the newly brewed wine, both in high spirits.

Yang Wenhao had intended to drink in moderation, but Cui Wenzi persuaded him otherwise.

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Drinking is a common pleasure, so long as one doesn’t get drunk, there’s little harm in it.

Still, Yang Wenhao remained vigilant; he had no desire to repeat past mistakes—especially since, this time, his companion was not a peerless beauty but a grumpy old man.

“Ugh—” Just thinking about it made him queasy.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside.

“Sir, something’s wrong!” It was Sanbao.

“What happened?” Yang Wenhao turned and asked.

“There’s trouble outside,” Sanbao replied.

“Trouble?” Yang Wenhao frowned. It wasn’t the first time someone caused trouble at “Moonlit Paradise,” but usually, Yang Wenhao handled it with his fists.

Recently, such incidents had become rare, yet here was another.

Yang Wenhao followed Sanbao out to the entrance.

“Who’s causing trouble?” he asked.

Sanbao pointed. “It’s her.”

Yang Wenhao looked over and was taken aback. It was a young girl about his own age, her face still a touch childish, dressed in embroidered clothes covered with colorful flowers and plants. Hands on her slim waist, she exuded a remarkable air.

“So, you’re the owner of this tavern?” The girl brazenly pointed at Yang Wenhao.

Yang Wenhao gazed at her. “What do you want?”

She replied, “You have some nerve, naming your tavern this way. Do you really think you’ve created a paradise here?”

Yang Wenhao shook his head, uninterested, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, the girl’s face flushed with anger. “Stop right there!”

Yang Wenhao turned back, his expression cold. “Mind your own business. Don’t meddle in others’ affairs, or you might invite trouble.”

Even if she was just a girl, Yang Wenhao would not hesitate to respond if provoked.

“How dare you!”

(End of this chapter)