The Nouveau Riche Long Cheng

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This is today's first chapter!

The owner of the Sand Sheep Tavern was named Sand Sheep.

The people of the Western Di Protectorate were largely like this. Most were descendants of mixed blood between refugees and nomads. They had no roots, knew not their origins, and merely muddled through life on this savage land, breeding and surviving according to the most basic laws of nature.

Sand Sheep was one such man. When his mother gave birth to him, a sand sheep barged into the delivery room, and so he was given the name Sand Sheep. As for a surname, many of these wandering folk who drifted through Western Di had long since abandoned theirs. Thus, Sand Sheep was simply called Sand Sheep.

He was an honest, dutiful middle-aged man, as timid and shrinking as a sand sheep itself. With a bit of petty cleverness, he ran the only tavern in Western Di City. He hired three or five hands, sold a sheep or half a cow every two or three days, and relied on this small business to marry a wife and have children. He had even become a great figure ranked among the top ten on Western Di City's "Rich List."

Of course, the rich men of Western Di City... that was only a title. Like the richest beggar among beggars—he was still a beggar.

But ever since Long Cheng had arrived five years ago to assume office with a group of personal guards and trusted followers, Sand Sheep had suddenly discovered that his cash flow was becoming a little strained.

More precisely, Long Cheng's increasingly strained finances had gradually caused Sand Sheep's to tighten as well. At first, Long