Transaction Complete

At Chen Cheng's retort, the shop owner's expression suddenly froze.

But she had been in this business for many years and had weathered all sorts of storms. She would not be intimidated by Chen Cheng.

"Hehe, Young Master, you must be joking. You look so distinguished—you don't seem like the sort to throw your weight around and bully others," the shop owner said with a recovered smile.

Chen Cheng merely smiled faintly and did not say anything more to her. With his back to the shop owner, he paid little heed to her remarks. He only saw Yan Lingji playing with the Fire Rain Spiritual Light, a delighted smile on her flawless, fair face.

Light flashed in Chen Cheng's hand, and a purple-gold card appeared at his fingertips. He then extended it toward the saleswoman who had introduced the merchandise to him earlier.

"Ring it up." Chen Cheng's tone was calm and indifferent, without any resentment over what had happened before.

Chen Cheng was not a particularly magnanimous person, but he would not dwell on such trivial matters.

Besides, Chen Zihang had deliberately come looking for trouble earlier. The shop had merely been caught up in it.

On one side was Chen Zihang, whom they absolutely could not afford to offend; on the other was Chen Cheng, whose identity they did not know. The shop's choice was understandable. By ordinary standards, they had done nothing wrong.

When the saleswoman saw Chen Cheng hand her the purple-gold card to process the payment, she was briefly startled. Chen Zihang's disruption had made her think this sale was already lost.

She had done nothing wrong in fulfilling her duties, but Chen Zihang's appearance had been an unforeseen circumstance. Even if the sale had fallen through, she could not have been blamed. Still, losing an income for nothing left her somewhat disappointed.

"Xiaomei, what are you standing around for? Hurry up and handle the paperwork for our guest," the shop owner urged at that moment.

Coming back to her senses, the saleswoman took the purple-gold card from Chen Cheng. But as soon as she held it, she suddenly noticed six beautiful golden patterns on its front.

Six-Pattern Purple-Gold Card!

Xiaomei held the purple-gold card in her palms and made a subtle gesture toward the shop owner. Seeing it, the shop owner understood that Xiaomei had something to discuss with her. She said to Chen Cheng, "Young Master, please excuse me for a moment. Feel free to look around if there is anything else you need. If you have any questions, just ask one of our staff."

"Mm." Chen Cheng nodded.

Only after seeing Chen Cheng's response did the shop owner leave with a smile, heading to the side with the saleswoman from before.

"Xiaomei, what is it?" the shop owner asked quietly.

"Shop owner, look." Xiaomei's expression was grave as she held out the purple-gold card with both hands. Only then did the shop owner have a chance to examine it.

"A Six-Pattern Purple-Gold Card?" The shop owner's voice was full of shock as she secretly glanced at Chen Cheng, who was still conversing with Yan Lingji in the shop.

She had thought he was merely from an ordinarily wealthy family, but she had not expected Chen Cheng to be such a big catch.

The patterns on a purple-gold card represented the holder's status, and the Six-Pattern Purple-Gold Card corresponded to a Dou Wang expert.

To obtain a Six-Pattern Purple-Gold Card, one had to either possess the cultivation of a Dou Wang or hold an exceptionally high status.

There were fewer than a hundred people in the entire empire qualified to obtain a Six-Pattern Purple-Gold Card.

Naturally, the shop owner did not think Chen Cheng was a Dou Wang expert. He looked far too young, no older than twenty. The fact that Chen Cheng possessed a Six-Pattern Purple-Gold Card could only mean that someone in his family held extraordinary status.

"Go handle the paperwork. Be quick, and don't neglect our guest," the shop owner instructed Xiaomei, suppressing the shock in her heart.

"What you did earlier left a good impression on the guest. The fact that he handed you the purple-gold card shows that he wants this sale credited to you. He is a valuable customer, so remember not to make him feel any further resentment toward us," the shop owner explained.

What the shop owner meant by Xiaomei's earlier actions was Xiaomei secretly warning Chen Cheng.

"Mm, I understand." Xiaomei took back the purple-gold card and hurried toward the back.

The value of this transaction was enormous. Even at a twenty percent discount, with the sale credited to Xiaomei, she would still earn a hefty sum.

After Xiaomei left, the shop owner approached Chen Cheng with a radiant smile.

Someone who held a Six-Pattern Purple-Gold Card was worthy of being treated as her highest-ranking guest.

The purple-gold card in Chen Cheng's hand was not his own. Although his status qualified him to obtain a Six-Pattern Purple-Gold Card, that would still take some time.

The purple-gold card Chen Cheng held now was the personal property of his mother, Murong Yan. As the Family Head's wife, she did not need to concern herself with many matters, as servants would handle them for her. Naturally, the purple-gold card was of little use to her. Since Chen Cheng had only recently arrived at the Chen Family and was short on funds, Murong Yan had given her purple-gold card to him.

Murong Yan was a direct descendant of the Murong Family, the Izumo Empire's foremost mercantile family, and she was also the matriarch of the Chen Family. Her financial resources were immense.

At the very least, with this purple-gold card in hand, Chen Cheng would never need to worry about lacking money when buying things throughout the empire and its surrounding regions.

Chen Cheng did not continue looking at the merchandise. Instead, he sat with Yan Lingji in the shop's resting area and chatted with her casually.

After Xiaomei discovered that Chen Cheng held a Six-Pattern Purple-Gold Card, she did not dare delay in the slightest. She swiftly finished processing the transaction and returned the purple-gold card to Chen Cheng.

After taking back the purple-gold card, Chen Cheng had no intention of lingering in the shop. Holding Yan Lingji's hand, he walked outside.

"Take care, Young Master. We welcome you to visit again," the shop owner said with a constant smile as she escorted Chen Cheng to the entrance.

Yet the moment Chen Cheng left, the shop instantly erupted into chatter.

"Chen Zihang is absolutely awful! The moment he arrived, he scared away all my customers. I lost an income for nothing," one saleswoman complained angrily.

"Haha, how pitiful. I'm doing fine, though. Miss Wan had been bargaining with me just now, and I was ready to give in. But the moment Young Master Zihang arrived, Miss Wan stopped haggling altogether. She took the item, paid for it, and left. Haha, Miss Wan really is adorable. I'll get several hundred in commission from this sale alone," said a bright and beautiful woman smugly.

An income of several hundred Gold Coins in a single day was no small amount. Even in Anyang City, where prices were high, an ordinary family of three only spent a few dozen Gold Coins on food in an entire year.

"Lulu, you're way too lucky. You have no idea—Young Master He, the man who asked me to introduce bracelets to him, looked dignified enough, but he was really just a pretender trying to act rich. He had a beauty with him and acted like he was on top of the world, but he couldn't afford this or that. He wasted all my breath. I'm furious! He'd better not let me run into him again, or I'll break his legs, hmph!" a girl said furiously.

"There are too many people like that these days. I just feel sorry for the girl beside him. She got deceived without even realizing it and truly thought she had latched onto a wealthy family," an older woman in professional attire said with a sigh.

"She brought it on herself. She has no one else to blame," another woman said in agreement.

At that moment, Xiaomei suddenly walked over, and everyone immediately crowded around her.

"Xiaomei, you did great today! You even sold the Fire Rain Spiritual Light. That was a transaction worth over two hundred thousand—how much commission will you get from that? No, no, you have to treat us today," said an upbeat girl, linking arms with Xiaomei and chattering away.

"That's right, you have to treat us. Today, we're going to fleece you properly, you little rich girl," another girl said.

"Not at all. We gave them a 20% discount." A faint look of disappointment still lingered on Xiaomei's face.

"Huh? Twenty percent off?" Upon hearing Xiaomei's words, one of the women felt sorry for her as well.

The difference in commission between 220,000 and 170,000 was simply too great. Xiaomei would be losing a substantial amount of income.

"It was all Chen Zihang's fault. He made us offend an important customer, so the owner had no choice but to offer a 20% discount to compensate them." Someone who knew the details spoke up for Xiaomei.

"Damn it, Chen Zihang isn't welcome here. Nothing good ever happens whenever he comes," complained another person who had suffered because of him.

"You can't put it that way. Chen Zihang spends lavishly, and his purchases are always huge. The Shop Manager welcomes him," someone said.

Just then, the Shop Manager quietly walked up behind the several employees who were holding their little standing meeting.