Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

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Chapter 143: Uncle's little secret

Da Huang felt bitter, but he forced a smile. “Yes, Master, have a lot of fun!”

In the past, his young master personally pitched into the work during the convention, and he got a long list of orders back every time. Although he worked on the sidelines, he had never actually done it alone, and he panicked. 

But he dared not voice it out.

His young master’s fighting spirit had soared aloft and he looked geared up for battle. Could he stop him?

“Lucky Nannan, shall we walk around this area first? We might come across some excellent herbs.” Qian Wanjin began to make arrangements. “After turning around this area, to the back is a snack street. Let’s go have breakfast and come back. By then the venue should have all the goods on display.”

“Okay,” Liu Yusheng nodded. Because she went out too early and didn’t eat, she was indeed a little hungry.

Then she asked the boy in passing, “Have you eaten?”

“No!” The boy answered pretty quickly, as if he has been waiting for her to ask the question.

“Then shall we go eat something together?” she hesitated when she asked this, unconsciously looking at the man, “But the food in the snack street may not be as exquisite and delicious as the food at grand restaurants…”

What she meant to say was, could the King and His Majesty stand the street stalls?

She couldn’t imagine what it would be like for these two people to sit there and munch on a piece of food like normal people in such a noisy environment.

The man’s eyes gently brushed over her face, and a shallow smile floated on his lips. “It’s not a problem, I also ate there when I was a kid…”

“Yo, I can’t tell you came from bad money when you’re garbed in this outfit. Do you still go to street food stalls?” Qian Wanjin looked him up and down.

“I also thought you would go to a glorious luxury restaurant.” The man’s eyes swept over Qian Wanjin’s body. His taste hasn’t changed since he was a child. All his clothes still have to be embroidered with a ball of gold thread.

Qian Wanjin: “…” Good fellow, is this a preparation for a war of words?

“You…” Qian Wanjin rolled his sleeves ready for it, but from behind him came an enthusiastic laughter. “Isn’t this Young Boss, Qian Wanjin? You’ve finally come. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!”

While talking, someone even tugged him by the arm.

Looking at the visitor, Qian Wanjin was slightly shocked, “Chairman He, why are you here instead of watching from behind?”

He was the chairman of the Xuzhou Chamber of Commerce, but a man in his position was usually behind the curtains. So, why did he rush to the court himself?

“Ya, isn’t it for you?! Come, come, come with me, Elder Jiang wants to see you. We’ve been waiting for you for a long time!” The man said as he dragged Qian Wanjin away.

“Elder Jiang? Who? Is it perhaps the Chamber of Commerce’s big shot Jiang…” Qian Wanjin’s voice soared with excitement. That man was a business tycoon whom he had always admired. He also heard that anyone he liked would end up with great potential.

Ordinary businessmen thought it was their fortune to meet him.

Unfortunately, he has since gone into seclusion and lived a quiet life, and few people could invite him out again.