MTL - I’m Really Not Wrong-Chapter 11 troubled times

  Chapter 11 Troubled Times

   "As long as I run fast enough, trouble can't catch me."

  Chen Che walked quickly.

   After leaving the inner city, he breathed a sigh of relief.

  Na Luoxiong is an iron bone warrior, far from being able to deal with him.

  Although there is no grievance or enmity between the two parties, after all, there is a woman next to her who is making trouble.

   People of Luo Xiong's age especially like to show off in front of women.

  So for the sake of safety, it is better for him to leave as soon as possible.

  …

   Arriving in the outer city, Chen Che began to purchase medicinal materials and some food, which cost about seven or eight taels of silver.

   After everything was purchased, he quickly returned home and began to swallow the medicinal materials raw.

  Compared to the difficulty of the first time, he felt a lot easier this time.

   On the one hand, it is because he is used to it, and on the other hand, it is because his physique has been greatly improved.

  The medicinal materials that were originally astringent and hard in his mouth have become somewhat acceptable now.

  After filling the Yuan Devourer bottle again, Chen Che had dinner with his mother, and then fell asleep peacefully.

  …

when!

when!

when!

  The next day was just dawn, and Chen Che woke up amidst the sound of gongs and drums.

   "Tax collected!"

   "Patrol Tax!"

  …

  Listening to the yelling from outside, Chen Che rubbed his sleepy eyes.

  Stonefire City has a lot of exorbitant taxes, but he has never heard of any patrol tax.

   But anyway, he had to go out and see.

   After hurriedly getting dressed, he left the house and walked quickly in the direction of the sound.

  …

  Near the entrance of the alley, a large group of people gathered together.

  In the middle of the crowd, sat a middle-aged tax collector with a mustache.

  Beside the tax collector stood several soldiers holding weapons, one of them was beating the gong and shouting to collect taxes.

   "What is the patrol tax?"

  At the periphery of the crowd, Chen Che asked in a low voice.

  A man next to him with only a towel hanging on his upper body replied full of resentment: "It is said that people from outside the city have caused chaos recently, and the government has to allocate manpower to patrol, so they have to collect patrol taxes."

   "How much?"

   "A family receives one tael of silver, and those who have no money get a strong man to do corvee labor for a month."

  …

when!

when!

  The soldiers kept beating the gongs, and some people in the crowd began to go to the tax collectors with sad faces to pay taxes, and some men went to press their fingerprints as corvees.

   Seeing this, Chen Che could only take out a tael of silver to pay the patrol tax.

  No way, if you don’t pay it now and wait for someone to come to ask for it, it will be doubled.

  …

   "Last time you said you would collect a street tax! It hasn't been fixed yet!

  Ghost knows if you will send people to patrol after collecting the patrol tax?

  I will not pay this tax! "

   While everyone was queuing up to pay their taxes, a young man in a shabby book long robe suddenly yelled angrily with his neck stuck.

  As soon as he said this, the surrounding discussion suddenly became louder, and there were a few people who looked eager to try, as if they wanted to echo the young people.

  The middle-aged tax collector glanced at the young man, and then lightly ordered to the soldiers beside him: "This man is a sensationalist, and he is suspected of being a gangster. Take him back and interrogate him."

   As soon as the voice fell, the two soldiers immediately walked towards the young man aggressively. The people around did not dare to stop them when they saw this, and quickly gave way.

   Not long after, the young man was caught in front of the tax collector by two soldiers like a chicken.

   Before the young man could speak, one of the soldiers punched him twice in the stomach.

   After these two punches, the young man's face turned pale instantly, and he fell limply to the ground.

  Another soldier took out a fork, grabbed the young man's neck directly, and pressed the young man's face firmly to the ground.

  Seeing this scene, the surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone showed fear on their faces, and dared not speak any more.

  …

  Chen Che turned and left with a heavy heart.

  After returning home, he first told his mother about paying taxes, then washed up and had breakfast.

   After breakfast, he left home and went straight to the small restaurant opened by Zhang Ruoyuan in the inner city.

  …

  It was early morning at this time, and the restaurant hadn't opened yet, but Zhang Ruoyuan was already waiting in the restaurant.

  The two discussed and discussed for half an hour, and finally finalized a plan.

  In addition to a few special dishes and some conventional marketing methods from the previous life, Chen Che also specially arranged a storytelling project in the restaurant.

  As for the script, he will naturally provide it.

   There are very few entertainment items in this world, and listening to people's stories is a relatively common one.

  But there are always so few stories that the storyteller tells.

  However, even so, some people still listen to it every day.

  Chen Che read a lot in his previous life, so it's not difficult to edit a few interesting scripts.

  Of course, the main reason why he joined this project was to maintain a relationship with the restaurant.

   There is a saying that is good, you must be defensive.

   Like recipes, marketing methods, etc., after people have learned it, they will learn it. When the time comes to kick you away, there is nothing you can do.

   But the script is different.

  The storybook has to be updated every day, without him, it means that there is no follow-up.

  …

  After discussing the matter of the restaurant, Chen Che saw Zhang Ruoyuan hesitated to speak, very embarrassed, couldn't help laughing and said: "Brother Zhang, just tell me what you want, don't be polite to me."

  Zhang Ruoyuan sighed softly, his eyes full of guilt.

   "Brother Chen, my sister told my father about you helping me with my homework last night. My father was very angry and told me to break ties with you, or I would break my leg...

   Well, I know he's just talking, but I'm afraid he's going to make trouble for you...

  So, we should meet as little as possible in the future. "

  Chen Che's expression froze when he heard this, and then he nodded slightly and said, "That's fine... Then tell me a place, and I'll send the script over there on time."

"Um…"

  Seeing Chen Che being so talkative, Zhang Ruoyuan felt more and more guilty, so he said again:

   "Brother Chen, this restaurant can now make a profit of fifteen taels of silver every month. If there is any increase in the future, I will share half of the increase with you."

  Chen Che waved his hand when he heard the words.

   "You don't need that much, three times is enough."

  Since he is not directly involved in the operation of the restaurant, he naturally cannot take too much money.

  Provide a storybook, and it will not appear once in ten days and a half months, and half of the profits will be taken away like this, which is forcing them to kick him away.

   "Brother Chen..."

  Zhang Ruoyuan wanted to decline, but Chen Che stopped him: "Brother Zhang, let's settle this matter like this.

   It's another matter, I hope Brother Zhang can help me. "

   "Brother Chen, just ask, as long as I can do it, let alone one favor! Even ten favors, I will help to the end!"

  Zhang Ruoyuan patted his chest and assured.

  Chen Che smiled lightly.

"Brother Zhang, my mother and I are going to move to the inner city, but the inner city is too complicated for me to figure out, so I want to ask Brother Zhang to help me find a bigger house...I will rent it first, and when I have money later , I will buy it again."

   "Renting a house? This is a trivial matter. I wonder what brother Chen wants from the house?"

  Zhang Ruoyuan spoke seriously.

   "The location should not be too good, but it should be slightly larger, preferably with a yard, and the surrounding area should be relatively quiet..."

  Chen Che listed them all.

   "Okay, it's up to me."

  Zhang Ruoyuan didn't even think about it, and directly agreed.

  (end of this chapter)