As dusk settles, the Imperial Capital is shrouded in a hazy glow of neon lights.
Wanchunting was located next to Wind and Moon Cottage, a bustling and vibrant place where the two places complemented each other. In the past, this place was filled with singing birds and dancing girls, and red sleeves fluttering in the breeze.
Until Wind and Moon Cottage became the property of a certain Xiao Li.
"Sigh, after we've had our drinks, we'll go to Wind and Moon Cottage for another round to shake off our fatigue."
"Go where? That place is a foot massage parlor now, and the girls there have a really strong grip."
"Pshaw, how big can it be?"
"Young Master Song knows, he went there once, and he's still trembling today."
Several well-dressed noblemen were shaking their heads and discussing amongst themselves.
Suddenly, a cold snort came from the doorway.
"I bet he'll have to close down in a few days!"
Who talks so arrogantly?
The hall fell silent for a moment, and everyone turned to look, only to see that the person who had spoken had a face that was dark and pale.
This was the 'Young Master Song' that the guests had just mentioned.
Seeing this, the diners in the hall all laughed, and some even chimed in with a few words.
Song Qian sat down, still seething with anger:
"If my father hadn't been so busy with the Hundred Flowers Festival these past two days... you would have come with me to see it in a few days!"
"I had something to do that day."
I will be sick that day.
His companion at the table leaned back slightly; none of the scions of official Aristocratic Clan dared to accompany him to the Wind and Moon Cottage.
At the same time.
The interior structure of Wanchunting, starting from the second floor, is connected by a network of cloud-like staircases, with each room resembling a staggered flower bud, all hanging from the ceiling.
The higher the level, the better the quality.
Top floor.
The son was spouting nonsense below, while the father was sweating profusely at the table.
"Hey, Uncle Zhong, that coat is already made, and it was quite expensive. Why don't you take it home and wear it? It's so cold outside, it'll be perfect for you."
"Forget it, I'm not so poor that I don't have enough clothes for winter."
"Wan Chunting's food and wine are still a bit lacking, but the location is quite nice, right next to Wind and Moon Cottage. How about I buy it? Uncle Zhong can have a share. In the future, we can bring the soldiers from the Southern Border to the Imperial Capital for some fun."
"Um?"
Minister Song and Vice Minister Qian listened to the conversation and couldn't help but wipe away cold sweat, only to find that they couldn't stop wiping it away no matter how hard they tried.
It seems they've gotten themselves on a sinking ship!
"Gentlemen, why do you look so worried?"
Li Mo turned to look at the group of officials, puzzled.
"Hehehe... The thought of the soldiers guarding the frontier, enduring countless hardships, fills me with shame!"
Minister Song looked deeply concerned about the country and its people.
[Congratulations, host! You have successfully invested 50,000 taels of gold in 'Song Baiyue'.]
[You have an investment feedback report to claim.]
Looking down at the system notification that he had just paid the final payment, Li Mo smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
"Light and spacious."
As he spoke, his gaze swept across the faces of each adult.
He didn't really care how much these people took. Anyway, those who could sit in this position were destined for great success, so he wouldn't lose out no matter how much they took.
More importantly, there's the investment feedback from Southern Border.
Once the grain and military supplies are transported there, in addition to feedback, there will also be a great deal of Power of All Living Beings.
When the topic turned to the frontier, Minister Song started the conversation, and after a few drinks, the others, whether sincere or not, all chimed in.
"Yes, conditions in Southern Border are harsh, and guarding the border is indeed arduous."
Vice Minister Qian drank a cup of wine.
"The soldiers are facing hardship, but aren't we facing it just as much?"
The high-ranking official beside him patted his belly and burped. "The national treasury is empty, and the Southern Border is far away. The grain, military supplies, and all kinds of materials that have been transported there have already been almost completely consumed. If we are to maintain things there, the burden is too heavy."
"No matter how difficult it is, we can't let the imperial family and His Majesty suffer. We can only make things harder for the soldiers."
"Sending this batch of supplies will improve the situation considerably, but it's still a drop in the ocean..."
Prince of Southern Pacification listened to their toasting and drinking, he rubbed his temples and prepared to get up.
Material and grain losses...
There were Sumeru Object, but military supplies didn't require a large army to escort them. Most of them were lost en route; where did they all go?
"I plan to acquire some properties in the Imperial Capital with Uncle Zhong."
"Oh? Which ones?"
Let's start from this street.
"..."
The Prince of Southern Pacification had only stood halfway when he suddenly felt his legs go weak and sat back down with a thud.
The table fell silent for a moment.
In the Great Yu Dynasty, officials' salaries were not high. Adults worked diligently to make extra money and earn extra income. Even if they wanted to buy a house in the Inner City near the imperial city, they had to think it over for a long time.
Today they learned a new unit of measurement.
Who buys property based on "one item"?
Even the richest man in the Imperial Capital didn't have this kind of power, so they couldn't help but wonder if Li Mo possessed some kind of magic that could turn stones into gold.
After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere at the table became unusually calm.
Zhong Qin coughed lightly, glancing around and noticing that the adults were all silent, but their eyes were unusually bright, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated, and none of them spoke.
They were like hungry wolves, their eyes practically gleaming with greed.
One should not flaunt one's wealth, which is why Li Mo had just dragged him into this situation.
Who can turn down money?
"Young Hero Li, I once told His Majesty that you were an outstanding person, a man of exceptional talent and ability. Today, I find you to be even more dashing than I imagined."
"What Young Hero Li? That's my younger brother. If you don't mind, we can become sworn brothers..."
As the saying goes, may we have many more chances to meet again, and may our future be bright!
"Come on, brother, let me toast you."
"We manage business affairs. If anything happens, we're all on the same side, so it's easy to talk things over."
The atmosphere at the table immediately filled with a cheerful and harmonious feeling.
Even Sun Gui was given a higher regard.
He deeply understood a certain saying at that moment.
Money can move mountains; if it can't, it just means you don't have enough...
Downstairs, Song Qian slumped over, drunk, and instinctively headed towards Wind and Moon Cottage.
As soon as he stepped out of Wan Chunting's door, a gust of cold wind blew in, sobering him up a bit and bringing back unpleasant memories.
He dared not enter the gate now, and could only angrily sit back in the carriage.
"Sooner or later..."
Before the thought had even formed in his mind, a group of people emerged from the doorway, making a great commotion.
"Hey, there's a rock up ahead! How dare you block my brother Li's way!"
"Our street's name needs changing; it doesn't sound good."
"I hereby declare that from this day forward, this place shall be called Little Tyrant Street!"
Looking at the middle-aged man reeking of alcohol and constantly calling someone "brother," and the young man fawning over him.
"???"
The servant pointed. "Young master, isn't that the master?"