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  Section 4

  Yang Zhuang and some onlookers, including a few scholars, watched from behind with cold eyes. When they saw Chen Yuan bowing to the beggar, these scholars felt somewhat indignant.

  They have always adhered to the principle that they would rather lose their lives than lose the dignity of scholars. When Chen Yuan kicked a beggar and said, "You gentlemen," they all felt that this was a humiliation to the literati.

  These beggars were obviously professional beggars. Of course, they are different from our current professional beggars, who are for making money. The professional beggars in ancient times were for survival.

  The beggar leader was somewhat taken aback that a reader would address them in such a manner, and hastily stood up: "Young master is joking, what could we possibly help you with?"

  The occasional curses from the bookworms behind him would sometimes reach Chen Yuan's ears, but he didn't care. Businessmen also have dignity, and their dignity is money; as long as they can make money, anything can be sold. What about the dignity of scholars? Of course, it was the first thing to be sold.

  "Brother, I have some wine stored in the warehouse and I want to find a wine shop to sell it. However, I'm not familiar with the nearby wine shops. There are over ten letters here, would you please help me deliver them to the nearest wine shop around?"

  Chen Yuan then took out the fifteen letters and took out 15 cents, saying politely: "I'm also a poor man, I can't afford to pay too much labor. How about this? Send one letter and I'll give you one cent. If you can persuade the other party to buy wine, for one jar of wine, I'll give you five cents, how's that?"

  The beggars all laughed, and the lame beggar took over the letter: "What's the big deal? Don't worry about it, young master. Anyway, we're already late, so we might as well go to those wine houses to see if we can scrounge up some food. We'll deliver the letter for you on the way."

  Chen Yuan bowed again and said: "Thank you, everyone."

  Is it really relying on beggars to sell wine? Chen Yuan had never thought about this question.

  But if they send the letter, it's always a hope. For a businessman, fifteen cents for a hope is worth it.

  "A pot of wine for five cents, is that really what you're giving?" A somewhat childish voice came from behind Chen Yuan.

  Chen Yuan replied very concisely: "Give! Of course, give! Everyone can rest assured that as long as there is a wine shop to buy wine, I will give you five cents for every jar of wine. The more you sell, the more I'll give, and I won't go back on my word."

  It was a fifteen or sixteen year old beggar, with a dark complexion and tattered clothes. After hearing Chen Yuan's response, the beggar suddenly took out a relatively clean set of clothes from his bundle and said to himself, "I'll go get some water first."

  Chen Yuan looked at him and the little beggar smiled: "I want to wash my hair and face, at least let people think I'm not a beggar, so I can look like a wine seller."

  Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment and looked at the little beggar with more eyes.

  After negotiating with these beggars, Chen Yuan's first business came to the door. It was a man in his thirties, with muscles bulging on both arms and dark skin.

  "Boss! Give me half a catty of loose liquor."

  Hanzi's voice was very coarse, whether it was speaking or appearance, one look and you could tell he made a living by relying on his physical strength.

  "Coming right up! Half a catty of loose wine will be here immediately!"

  He quickly ran to the front of the wine jar, picked up a half-catty ladle, and after pouring in a full ladle, Chen Yuan found that the strong man's eyes were still looking at the funnel. Without stopping his hand, he scooped some more from the jar: "Sir, you are indeed a generous person, too little wine would be an insult to you! I'll add some more for you."

  Actually, most of the wine Chen Yuan poured was spilled or splashed back into the jug, not even a single coin's worth was added, but the robust man's face showed a smile as he looked at Chen Yuan and said: "So the boss has changed? I was wondering why that big dog wasn't around today! Alright, brother! You're better at doing business than the old man before. From now on, when I want to drink, I'll come here!"

  Chen Yuan hastily picked up a small bag of peanuts: "Brother, slow down! This is a gift from your brother, try some."

  Zhuang Han took the small bag and looked at it: "Ah! This thing is great!" After finishing speaking, he didn't even wait to go home, leaned against the pillar and sat down on the side, picked up the wine jug, spread out the peanuts, and sat on the ground to drink two mouthfuls first.

  Just then another man walked by from the street corner, and the strong fellow shouted: "Dogzi! Where are you going?"

  That man turned his head and saw the strong fellow: "Make some wine, our young nephew has come home."

  "Come here, this is my brother."

  The dog seemed to hesitate for a moment, but ultimately couldn't save face and came over with the wine jug: "Let's have eight liang."

  Chen Yuan took over the wine jug: "Eight liang of old wine! I heard it, sir, please wait a moment!"

  A small hand stretched out from under the counter, and Chen Yuan only saw a small head.

  "Boss, pour three liang of wine."

  Chen Yuan stretched out his hand and touched the child's head: "Little kid, come help your family elder get some wine?"

  The child's head moved twice, and the nine big coins appeared from his palm, all of which were sweat.

  Obviously, adults can't lose money, so he grasped it very tightly.

  Chen Yuan put away the money, poured three liang of wine, and then took out a sugar ball: "The uncle likes to listen to the most obedient children, the child who helps adults pour wine is the most capable, come, this is the uncle's reward."

  A string of sugar balls, this reward is already the best for kids. The figure below obviously jumped up, Chen Yuan could see that the kid was very happy.

  Before long, he saw several children carrying wine jars running over and swarming in front of Chen Yuan's counter: "Boss! Is there sugar ball to eat when drinking?"

  It's just like that. When people are young, they can't resist temptation, and when they grow up, they also love to take advantage of some small benefits. With more people buying wine, it's natural for some to be like the strong man, eating and drinking on the side before returning.

  Chen Yuan won't drive these people away, because their presence makes this counter look very lively. The liveliness will naturally attract some people who like to join in the fun and also make some curious people come to see what's going on here.

  It's a curious mentality, then everyone buys it, so I'll just buy some too. Anyway, if there's spare money on hand, drinking some wine isn't a bad thing.

  Even those who were just watching why it was so lively here felt that everyone was drinking, and if I didn't drink, wouldn't it be a bit awkward?

  Boss Yang never thought he could sell out two jars of wine in one night.

  The sun still had a bit of lingering light when the wine in the jug was already gone.

  Chen Yuan has not closed yet.

  What's the point of not closing the door now that everything has been settled? Because tomorrow, Yang will definitely keep his word and by dawn, this wine shop will be mine for sure.

  There's nothing wrong with chatting with those drinking at the door, first to know what customers think of themselves and this store. Most importantly, when the wine is sold out, it will give these drinkers a direct feeling, that is, a wine seller.

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