The Most Luxurious Roadside Stall

"Well, well, so he's already sworn himself as a godson..."

Mo Shang watched the scene unfold, a bit embarrassed. But just then, something occurred to him, and he turned to Director Chen, saying:

"Director Chen, I have something here that might interest you."

"What is it?" Hearing Mo Shang's words, Director Chen perked up with interest.

Given Mo Shang's strength, whatever he pulled out clearly wouldn't be ordinary.

"A Millennium Spirit Ginseng."

With that, he reached out and grabbed, and a ginseng as thick as a carrot appeared in his hand.

A faint, refreshing fragrance wafted out, quickly spreading through the entire base. This scent seemed to hold a magical power; just one whiff left people energized and their fatigue swept away.

"Hiss, a ginseng that big?!"

Looking at the spirit ginseng in Mo Shang's hand, Director Chen sucked in a sharp breath.

As the head of the Supernatural Management Bureau, he had seen plenty of good things, but never a ginseng this large.

"This isn't an ordinary ginseng—it's a spirit ginseng, brimming with immense life force. As long as you're still breathing, taking a small slice will restore you instantly. It's truly a must-have for home travel, monster hunting, and adventures." Mo Shang smiled faintly, explaining the value of the Millennium Spirit Ginseng.

"Does it really have that kind of effect?" Chen Guodong was taken aback, hearing that the spirit ginseng could do such things.

"Absolutely true. I'm a cultivator—would I sell you a fake?" Mo Shang nodded, saying.

"Mr. Mo Shang, what do you want in exchange for this ginseng?" Director Chen hesitated for a moment, then looked at Mo Shang and asked.

"Money, and a legal identity." Mo Shang held up one finger.

"A legal identity is fine, that's simple enough. But as for the money, how much do you want?" Chen Guodong thought it over briefly, then asked again.

"Ten billion." Mo Shang didn't hold back—ten billion, he named the price outright.

"Well, while the spirit ginseng is valuable, ten billion is a bit much..." Hearing Mo Shang's price, Director Chen's expression showed a hint of hesitation.

"Two of them." Mo Shang pulled out another spirit ginseng.

"Deal!"

Without a second thought, Director Chen sealed the deal on the spot, the corners of his mouth lifting uncontrollably, his heart brimming with joy: "Ten billion for strategic-grade items—what a steal."

At that moment, it wasn't just Chen Guodong; even Mo Shang was smiling: "Two ordinary spirit ginsengs for ten billion—what a jackpot!"

Yes, what Mo Shang had brought out wasn't a Millennium Spirit Ginseng at all, but ordinary spirit ginsengs you could find anywhere in the Mystic Heaven Realm.

Of course, he hadn't lied to them either. Though they were just ordinary spirit ginsengs, for the mortals of this world, the effect was definitely genuine...

"Pleasure doing business." Mo Shang shook hands with Chen Guodong.

Right then, both felt they'd come out ahead, neither thinking they'd lost out.

As evening fell, the group didn't linger long at the base.

But it wasn't just Mo Shang and his people leaving; Chen Guodong also assigned two agents from the Supernatural Bureau to follow them for close protection.

Of course, Mo Shang and his companions didn't need protection—the one who did was Zhou Yi...

"Need a ride home, everyone?" Zhang San, dressed in a black uniform and sunglasses, looked at the group and asked.

"Sure..."

Zhou Yi nodded, about to agree, but Mo Shang suddenly cut him off.

"Home? Now that we've got money, let's go eat something good first. Take us to the Most Luxurious Roadside Stall." Mo Shang said to Zhang San.

"Uh, the Most Luxurious Roadside Stall? Mr. Mo Shang, did you say that wrong?" Zhang San blinked, a bit confused.

"I mean the directions. You drive..." Mo Shang didn't waste words and started giving directions.

An hour later, following Mo Shang's lead, the car pulled up beside a roadside late-night snack stall.

As they got out of the car and saw the stall's name, Zhang San, Li Si, and Zhou Yi all stood frozen in place.

"The Most Luxurious Roadside Stall? There's actually a shop with that name?" Zhang San muttered blankly.

Simply put, the shop in front of them was literally named "The Most Luxurious Roadside Stall," not a single word off...

While they were still stunned, Mo Shang had already led Jiang Shuyu and the Yellow Immortal inside.

Seeing customers come in, the owner, who had been gaming at the front counter, immediately greeted them warmly: "What'll it be, bosses?"

"No menu?" Mo Shang noticed the owner came empty-handed without a menu and asked.

"No menu. If you can name it, I can make it." The owner smiled, speaking with confidence.

"Got King Crab?" Mo Shang, intrigued, shot back.

"Yes. How many?" The owner nodded, pulling out a notepad and scribbling away.

Mo Shang didn't answer, just held up one finger.

"One?"

"One per person." Mo Shang shook his head slightly, then added.

"One per person! That's five?" The owner's eyes went wide at that.

"One per person for the whole place, my treat." Mo Shang spoke again, his gaze sweeping across the entire night snack stall.

Though it was just early evening, quite a few customers were already seated in front of the stall.

"One per person for the whole place! Boss, that's no small amount, you..."

"I'm not short on cash. Just write it down. I'm doing this for fun."

"Alright, alright, no problem. You're the boss. Anything else you need?" The boss didn't argue further and jotted down the quantity.

"Can you make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"

"I can, I can. One serving per person too?"

"No. Unlimited."

"Unlimited?! So, eat as much as you want?"

"I'm not short on cash. Just write it down."

"Oh-ho, hahaha, a big deal! Well then, boss, have some tea to wet your throat."

Hearing this, the boss couldn't stay calm either. He quickly grabbed a few bottles of Oriental Leaf from the fridge and handed them over.

"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, unlimited! I've never sold it like this in my life. Boss, anything else you'd like?" The boss grinned from ear to ear, noting down everything Mo Shang said.

"Any recommendations?" Mo Shang took a sip of tea and spoke again.

"How about steak? Top-grade imported Snowflake Wagyu!"

"Sure."

"Great! How many steaks do you want?"

"You decide."

"Me? I decide!" The boss pointed at himself, disbelief written all over his face.

"That's right. I'm not short on cash."

"Hiss. I decide? Then a hundred servings!"

"Write it down."

"Wait, is this how you order food?"

At this point, Zhou Yi was dumbfounded. One King Crab per person, unlimited Buddha Jumps Over the Wall—he could never have dreamed up this way of ordering in his life.

"Don't you think this boss is pretty unusual too? To be confident enough to offer such large quantities..." Zhang San, shocked as well, noticed something out of the ordinary.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that a night snack stall boss could provide these dishes already lived up to the name "Most Luxurious Night Snack Stall"!