C74

The pawnshop was old and simple, with rosewood counters and tables and chairs. It gave off a heavy, dark brown feeling.

The shop assistant behind the counter raised his head to look at Tang San's attire, his face already showing a look of disdain. However, when his gaze moved to Tang San's face, it stopped for a moment.

If the pawnshop wasn't for loot but for income, then this transaction was a good one.

While he was thinking, Tang San had already walked in front of the counter.

A dazzling smile appeared on his face, "Excuse me, is the shopkeeper here?"

Normally, that shop assistant would pick up a broom, this poor, overconfident guy, and chase him out. But today, after coming across some unknown accident, he let out a "En", opened the curtain at the back of the hall, and shouted with all his might, "Innkeeper, there's a VIP looking for you!"

After shouting, the shop assistant was stunned: Which nerve did I get off on the wrong track?

Tang San was still smiling as he thanked the shop assistant and the temperature elegantly. "Sorry for the trouble, Little Brother."

The clerk rubbed his head.

The shopkeeper had already walked out of the back hall after hearing the sound and swept his eyes over the store. He was filled with poor people. So he slapped the waiter's head and shouted, "Where's the guest you brat were talking about? Where is it? "I already told you, unless it's Master Tan of the east side of the city, no one else has to disturb me!"

The shopkeeper was a rugged man in his forties, very different from the usual small and exquisite physique of Cantonese.

The shop assistant stumbled after receiving a slap from Tang San like a fan. He couldn't help but point at Tang San and stammer out, "It's this person …"

The shopkeeper's triangular eyes first examined Tang San's coarse clothes and pants, then slowly moved to his unadorned waist, his arm, and the jade pendant in his hand.

The shopkeeper's expression immediately became dignified — if a man could be described as dignified.

"Go and make some tea!" He pushed the waiter, then respectfully bowed and led the way with his arm. "Milord, please come this way."

Tang San wasn't polite either. He lifted up the hem of his robes and walked gracefully towards the back of the hall.

The clerk rubbed his head again.

This was the first time that a hot-tempered storekeeper treated a guest with such respect. It was indeed a strange day.

Tang San sat in the grandmaster's chair at the back of the hall and slowly drank up the revered and high quality Tie Guanyin. Then, he looked up and lightly said, "It's not a big deal, but it's just a way to get here, and there are shortcomings."

"Is two hundred thousand silver enough?" he asked quickly.

Seeing that Tang San was hesitating, the shopkeeper lowered his head and thought for a moment before gritting his teeth and changing his words, "Three hundred thousand!"

That was all the property of the pawnshop, including his own personal property.

"One hundred thousand." Seeing his expression, Tang San knew that this was a Clear Water Yamen, and he didn't want to push them too far, so he mercifully gave a 'small number'.

To him, this number was truly extremely small.

He felt like a good man.

Nan Si Yue should be thanking him.

The shopkeeper was obviously relieved, "Although half of the 100,000 taels of silver was taken away from the store, it still leaves a way for the store to survive."

"This servant has not seen Your Highness for many years. I wonder how Your Highness is doing recently?" After signing the banknotes, the shopkeeper eagerly asked as he handed them over.

"Oh," Tang San casually replied, "Very good. We've been getting married recently, but the bride has run away."