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Chapter 41: Chapter 37: Do Not Seek Others!

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Three days later, Chang Fu found Tang Luo, who was at the Cultivation Ground

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“Young Master, there’s news about the shop.”

“SO soon? Uncle Fu, you’re amazing!” Tang Luo exclaimed, giving him a thumbs-up.

“You’re too kind, Young Master. It was all down to good luck,” Chang Fu modestly waved his hand.

“There’s a place on Linfu Street in the west of the city, near the Fengqing Alley, which meets all your requirements. Do you remember the jade pendant owned by Fang Han?”

“Hmm, I remember.”

“That jade pendant was pawned in a pawnshop at the end of Linfu Street, called Qingfeng Bank. When I was searching for the jade pendant, I had contacted the steward of Qingfeng Bank. As soon as I heard that you wanted to buy shops, the boss of Qingfeng Bank was willing to sell us the three shops at the end of Linfu Street for 30,000 gold coins. What do you think, Young Master?

Tang Luo frowned at the news. Such a low price was simply outrageous. Either Qingfeng Bank was trying to curry favor with the Tang Clan, or they wanted to owe him a favor. Either way, it was trouble.

One could only say that the boss of Qingfeng Bank was too naive.

“Buy at the original price, plus a premium of thirty percent. If Qingfeng Bank agrees to sell, then well buy. If they don’t, well look elsewhere. I believe there are many stores that meet our requirements.

As Chang Fu heard Tang Luo’s words, admiration filled his eyes. He respectfully responded, “Yes, I’ll faithfully relay your words to the boss of Qingfeng Bank. There’s also another matter.”

“What else?” Tang Luo asked, curious.

“It’s about your recruitment task. Apart from the position at the pavilion that has been filled, no one has yet taken up the positions of bodyguard and steward. Young Master, should I assign these tasks directly?”

Isn’t that possible? Tang Luo looked shocked.

Xiling City. Despite the generous pay he offered, why would nobody take it? Why would it come

to take the tasks on one’s own which were

there were easy tasks, there would be difficult ones as well. Tasks such as stronghold assault and city expansion were the jobs everyone wanted to avoid. At such times, the Martial Hall

published. However, once someone completed it, they would be honored as conferred warriors by the Martial Hall, bringing blessings to their descendants. Even if they couldn’t complete the tasks, their families would be well cared for by the Martial Hall, doing their

which could be done by a single person, required

who could suppress the scene. As for the positions such as bodyguards and stewards,

Luo finally said, “No need. I’ll manage with

pavilion. As for the steward, I’ll handle it

for the pavilion, to

find

ourselves.”

go report to the Old

Uncle

took

task really that unpopular? Tang Luo felt a lump in his chest as he saw the curious gazes from several students. He barked, “What are you looking

only display two palm shadows even now,

You’ll lose your shoulder if you actually get in a fight with your

told, scolding others could greatly alleviate one’s anger. After instructing a few young men on martial arts practice, Tang Luo felt his mood settle once more.

781.6 now, and being only a step away from becoming a saint, made him feel extremely delighted

was time for lunch. Thinking about his stomach, Tang Luo leisurely headed toward the dining

guess what? The food in the dining

was his mother Xu Shuhui’s handiwork. It was said

even before, these orphans regarded the dining hall’s food as a

felt that the dining hall’s food was finally edible and

young

window, but as an instructor, Tang Luo had his own window, and the dishes were slightly

get an extra portion for the young lad,

hall was an open hall filled with tables and chairs. The disciples of the Tang Clan who studied in the No. 1 cultivation room generally sat in the northeast corner for meals. The young lad would always wait obediently at a square table in the corner

a plate of food, he saw the bruised and battered little lad

down the food, “What happened to your face? Did

“Pfft—”