diymy Chapter 1179 - 11: Zhou Family Strife (Part 3)
Chapter 1179 - 11: Zhou Family Strife (Part 3)
In knowing that you can only spend a thousand taels in three months, he went ahead and spent all the money.The steward of the Zhou Family didn’t know what to say.
They say the Seventh Son-in-law only focuses on the present.
But he didn’t use the money for lavish eating and drinking; he just showed a bit of compassion, buying medicine for those who knelt down to ask for it.
Once the money was spent, he didn’t stay at the pharmacy any longer, keeping a distance, out of sight and out of mind.
According to the steward, such a soft-hearted person isn’t really suited for business.
But it’s still too early to say, after all, the three months aren’t over yet.
The Seventh Son-in-law doesn’t seem like the type to break promises and gain by deceit, especially after swearing in front of so many sons-in-law and masters that he would only spend a thousand taels, and likely not use his own money.
Since he dared to spend until only three copper coins were left, he must have a plan to manage the next two months without any money.
In the following days, the Heir of Marquis Beining didn’t spend any money on meals.
Disguised, he wandered the streets, befriending local nobles, calling friends, freeloading for food and drinks, paying no mind to business, living comfortably.
The steward of the Zhou Family followed behind urgently reminding him, "If I don’t freeload meals, I’ll starve to death."
The Heir of Marquis Beining was honest; three copper coins are only enough to buy three buns.
He, a dignified Heir of Marquis Beining and Seventh Son-in-law of the Zhou Family, wouldn’t lower himself to freeload meals with pharmacy apprentices.
Among his other talents, making friends comes naturally to him.
He said this amongst his newly made friends, but no one believed him, "I can believe someone else freeloads to avoid starvation, but you, I don’t believe."
Their manner of speaking, their demeanor, anyone with eyes can see that money created this image; not just money, but substantial money.
Plus, the brocade robe he’s wearing and the jade pendant hanging from his waist, pawned, could feed him for not just three months, but six.
This is absolutely modesty!
And it’s not just ordinary modesty!
The man responded to Steward Zhou, "It’s my honor to let Brother Mu freeload meals."
What else could Steward Zhou say?
To make people so pleased when freeloading meals, that’s the Seventh Son-in-law’s skill.
Steward Zhou said, "Master sends word that if you can make money, you can spend it."
The Heir of Marquis Beining was relieved.
Steward Zhou exited the room, the man asked the Heir of Marquis Beining, "Brother Mu still wants to earn money himself?"
The Heir of Marquis Beining ate while responding, "I came here with only a thousand taels, and now I’ve spent all but three copper coins."
"If I hadn’t been freeloading meals these past few days, I’d be collapsed from hunger."
"Quick, help me think, what business in Anxi Town makes the most money?"
The man saw he was serious, and asked, "Doing business, do you have capital?"
The Heir of Marquis Beining, "...."
Ahem!
Well, this was awkward.
He thought doing business could make money, but forgot that capital is needed.
He took out the last three copper coins from his pocket and put them on the table, saying, "This is all that’s left."
The man, "...."
The man rubbed his temples.
"With this money, you can only try your luck at the gambling house," said the man.
This suggestion was immediately rejected by the Heir of Marquis Beining.
Ever since witnessing Su Chong act the fool only to win against the Heir of Duke Chong, the Heir of Marquis Beining and his friends swore off gambling.
Would rather die than enter the gambling house.
Except for gambling, he really couldn’t think of any other high-stakes opportunities.
But once you enter a gambling house, there are wins and losses; if the last three copper coins are lost, there would truly be no capital left.
Never mind, better to eat well first before thinking about ways to earn money.
During the meal, the Heir of Marquis Beining thought of a way to earn money.
Cockfighting.
Hmm.
Though it’s not exactly cockfighting.
He wouldn’t participate in the fights, only sell his insight, help people choose chickens, and split the winnings fifty-fifty.
The Heir of Marquis Beining’s proposal was accepted enthusiastically by the man.
Once at the cockfighting ring, the Heir of Marquis Beining scrutinized the chickens, selecting one that was skinny and appeared to be on the verge of dying.
The man, "...."
"Brother Mu, are you sure you know cockfighting?" asked the man suspiciously.
"...."
The Heir of Marquis Beining laughed, "Trust me, you can’t go wrong with my advice."
The man, "...."
He was willing to believe him.
But this chicken, taken out, would be so embarrassing, right?
A hundred taels to bet on one match, losing is minor; losing face is major.
He feared this chicken wouldn’t last, and would quickly collapse, making his reputation in the cockfighting arena vanish.
The man regretted trusting the Heir of Marquis Beining, but he was a person of his word; how could he make friends after reneging on an agreement?
The man braced himself as his servant took the chicken out.
The servant looked at his master, "Really going to choose this chicken?"