After dawn, when the waiter opened the store door and yawned while cleaning the inn, he stood alone in front of him.

"Good morning!"

"morning!"

The waiter greeted him casually and lowered his head to start sweeping the floor, but then he looked up again and couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the person standing in front of him: "Ke...Ke, where have you been there these two days? Yesterday, I and the shopkeeper didn't see you coming out for dinner for a day, and I thought you were missing."

This person is naturally Yang Feng who just arrived in this time and space last night. He coughed lightly and said, "It's okay, I just went out to do something yesterday. I just came back this morning, and my room is still there, right?"

"I'm here." The waiter nodded repeatedly: "You have paid a total of three days of room payment. Before the time comes, we naturally don't dare to give the room to other guests."

"That's good!" Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction and said, "Now I'll go out to do something first, I'll come back later. Don't give up my guest room to others, do you know?"

"Okay!" The waiter grinned and said, "Don't worry, as long as you say it, the youngest will definitely keep the guest room for you, so you will be happy!" Speaking of this, the waiter saw that Yang Feng was holding a package that looked quite strange, and couldn't help but look at it for a few more times and asked curiously: "Customer, are you going out to do business?"

"Yes, I want to go out to negotiate some business." Yang Feng nodded at first, then his eyes lit up. Although the person in front of him was just a friend, he had grown up in the local area many times more knowledgeable about the local area than himself. It would be the most suitable thing to ask him for any matter.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng took out a piece of scattered silver from his pocket and handed it to the waiter and said, "Brother, please help me buy a set of clothes that fits me. Even if the remaining silver is your hard-earned money, what do you think?"

Seeing the white silver in Yang Feng's hand, the waiter's eyes lit up. A set of civilian clothes can only cost four or five cents if they are exhausted. As long as they help the customer buy a set of clothes back, they can earn half a month's salary. This kind of thing will not be done by fools.

"Objectively, just look at it. The little one will come back soon and be satisfied!" After taking the broken silver in Yang Feng's hand, the waiter immediately ran away without a trace...

An hour later, Yang Feng, wearing a scarf hat, a blue brocade cotton gown, a black cloud-patterned leather belt tied around his waist, and a pair of blue cloth shoes on his feet, appeared on the street of Jinwu Back Street. This place was close to the old imperial city, and those living nearby were either high-ranking officials or giant merchants, so the shops here also looked extremely elegant.

Not only that, Yang Feng also found that the passers-by on this road was obviously very different from those in the inn where he was. The passers-by on this road were obviously much better than the ordinary people who saw Yang Feng's passing. Many people's clothes were actually made of silk brocade, and the grade alone was obviously much higher than that of ordinary people.

In the northwest corner of this street is a three-story loft with an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters of green bricks. Even though Su Jin didn't know how to appreciate it, it can be seen that the builders of this loft are quite extraordinary. The layers of eaves, corridors and railings surrounding each floor, as well as the concave roofs and curved corners, which make people amazed at first sight.

"Tsk tsk... it's so beautiful." Yang Feng, standing in front of the attic, couldn't help but be amazed at the attic full of Chinese style. The Chinese cities in later generations were filled with the same steel and concrete buildings. Such authentic buildings were no longer visible. Even so, some departments were still desperately trying to attack the few remaining ancient buildings, and called them "maintenance demolition", which was really ridiculous.

Yang Feng looked up and saw a huge plaque on the second floor of this attic, with three big words "Jubao Pavilion" written vigorously and vigorously.

"It's here."

Yang Feng took a deep breath and walked into the gate of Jubao Pavilion.

After entering the gate, Yang Feng felt that the first floor of the attic was very wide. There were at least four or five hundred square meters of hall, and there seemed to be casually placed in the hall. Several screens also divided the hall into several relatively hidden separate spaces. There were many shelves around, and there were many antique antiques on the shelves. More than a dozen gorgeous guests were strolling around or sitting on stools and whispering. Several young men in uniform dresses were constantly shuttled among the guests, explaining the antiques on the shelves to them, or bringing tea and pastries to serve them.

Although all this seemed so harmonious, the harmonious scene soon solidified because a person came from the door.

Of course, Jubao Pavilion was originally a business owner who opened the door and did it. It was normal for customers to come. It was strange that there were no customers. The reason why everyone was surprised was very simple, because this customer was just wearing a set of blue cloth clothes and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet. He looked like the kind of bargain, and the whole body was no more than four cents of silver. Such people would never have the ability to come to Jubao Pavilion to spend money, just like the average working class in later generations would never go to the Sosby Auction House to go shopping.

However, since he started doing business, and the visitor was a guest, he naturally had no reason to drive the guest out. Moreover, the guest was carrying a leather bag made of leather with a strange appearance. A guy smiled and bowed to the visitor and asked, "Hello, guest, may I ask what you are doing in the store? Is there anything that can help you?"

The person who came naturally was Yang Feng who had just found out the news from the waiter. As a local native, the waiter of the Laifu Inn naturally knew that the best treasures in Nanjing were there, so when Yang Feng asked him, he said the name of Jubao Pavilion without hesitation. Yang Feng, who was good at following the sensible, immediately rushed to the small shop.

Looking at the guy in front of him who looked at him smiling, Yang Feng secretly admired himself. It seemed that this shop called Jubao Pavilion is worthy of being the largest shop in Nanjing. Even a guy looks so polite. Compared with this guy, the guy at Laifu Inn is the difference between the countryside buns and the young master in the city.

Yang Feng didn't say nonsense, and said to the guy directly: "I want to sell some things to you Jubao Pavilion. I wonder if you can invite your shopkeeper out."

"this……"

The guy was a little stunned. It would be fine if he was an ordinary shopkeeper, but where was Jubao Pavilion? The shopkeeper here was equivalent to the general manager of the top 500 companies in the country in later generations. Can anyone see him? And he is still a guy who looks so ordinary.

The guy hesitated for a moment and said, "This guest official is not that the villain does not inform you, but that our shopkeeper is not only busy with many things, but also very busy. He can make decisions about ordinary things, a villain or a manager. If you have anything, you might as well tell the villain. Although the little one is just a guy, you must still make decisions about your small things."

Although this hot guy said very politely, his meaning was very clear. We have a noble status as a shopkeeper. Don’t bother him with ordinary people or ordinary things. You can still tell me your so-called "big business".

After the guy finished speaking, a burst of "chi" laughter came from around him. Although the sound was very low, it seemed very harsh in the quiet environment.

Yang Feng's face gradually became ugly. Looking at the friend who was still smiling at him, he felt that this smile that was actually quite polite was so dazzling. At this moment, although he wanted to punch the guy's smiling face and his face was full of peach blossoms, he held back. Years of experience in socializing told him that if he dared to do it in this situation, it would probably take a few minutes to surround him with a large group of constables holding iron rulers, chains, swords, guns, and sticks. This is not a modern society where human life is at stake. Killing a person who has no way to attract others is not much more difficult for the powerful people in this society than crushing an ant.

"Okay, since you are not interested, I won't bother you anymore. I hope you Jubao Pavilion will not regret what happened today."

After saying that, Yang Feng tightened his bag and turned around and walked out of the door, but as soon as he walked to the door, he was stopped by the two guards standing at the door.

Yang Feng's face suddenly became cold, and he turned around and sneered: "Why, it would be fine if you Jubao Pavilion doesn't do my business. If the customers arrive at your store, they will not let the customers leave?"

This sentence is a bit heartbroken. It is clearly accusing Jubaozhai of being a black store. The faces of the customers who were picking things in Jubaozhai also changed a little. Regardless of whether they had mocked Yang Feng in their hearts just now, no one would like to go to a place where a big shop bullies customers to spend.

The smile that the guy had always had disappeared. He stared at Yang Feng for a while before saying, "Of course not. Our Jubaozhai is not a black store. How could he do something to force buying and selling? Even if the customer leaves with confidence, he will not come to the store from now on if the customer has nothing to do."

"Haha... Of course I know." Yang Feng sneered, "Although I have lived in Nanyang for a long time, I have always thought that the Ming Dynasty was a place of great spirits and people, and everyone was familiar with poetry and books and understood etiquette, but I never thought that I would encounter such a big shop bullying. But please rest assured, the threshold of Jubaozhai is too high, and I can't afford to climb up, and I will not come to disturb you in the future... Goodbye!"
Chapter completed!