My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 53: The Drunken Immortal

Chapter 53: The Drunken Immortal

Si Zheng didn’t come here by chance, he had overheard a conversation between Qin Feng and Cang Feilan at the Listen to Rain Pavilion two days ago. Qin Feng had said, “In two days, Moonlit Pavilion will deliver an excellent batch of wine. Cang Feilan, please find some time to talk to Si Zheng and ask him to come early to taste it.”

People who knew Si Zheng knew that he had an insatiable thirst for alcohol. Therefore, Qin Feng was sure that Si Zheng would come after hearing this information.

As for why he was doing this, first of all, it was to strengthen the friendship between the two of them. After all, the best way to strengthen the bond between two men was not just to drink or eat seafood together.

The second point was to deal with unexpected problems. By controlling the timing, the City Lord’s Mansion was able to cut off the Moonlit Pavilion’s supply of alcohol, allowing them to estimate how much alcohol was left in the inn. After going through so much trouble, if they wanted to add fuel to the fire at the last moment, they could do it!

And the reality was exactly as Qin Feng had expected.

“Sir Zheng, why did you come here?” Ye Luoting’s eyebrows furrowed. The relationship between their City Lord’s Mansion and the Demon Slaying Department was far from cordial.

Si Zheng nonchalantly tweaked his ear. “The Moonlit Pavilion is a restaurant. What else can I do here besides eat and drink? As for the young master of the City Lord’s Mansion, you’re making a scene of violence and bloodshed at the entrance of a restaurant. Isn’t that a joke?”

“We can handle our affairs at the City Lord’s Mansion without the interference of the Demon Killing Department. Release my men immediately, or…” Ye Luoting wanted to threaten, but when his eyes met Si Zheng’s, the words choked in his throat.

Si Zheng was the pinnacle of Jinyang City’s fighting force, while Ye Luoting was notorious for bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

“Or what? I’m curious,” Si Zheng looked at the dirt between his thumb and forefinger, wiped it on Ye Luoting’s body, and casually patted him down.

Despite the humiliation, Ye Luoting did not dare to say a word. His face turned red, and he finally said, “I’ll go find my father,” before leaving in a huff.

With the troublemaker gone, Si Zheng naturally didn’t bother the two bodyguards anymore. He immediately dispelled the puppet technique and released the two men from their shackles.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the two martial artists remained stiff-faced, showing no change in expression.

This strange sight made Si Zheng take a closer look, his eyes opened to identify ghosts and souls, and then he furrowed his brow.

These two men didn’t have three immortal souls and seven mortal souls!

Si Zheng glanced around. With so many people around, tiny Jinyang City couldn’t afford any disturbances. He couldn’t take action here, but he had to get to the bottom of this.

He lightly tapped his right foot on the ground, and shadows formed two small black figures under his feet. Silently, they merged into the departing figures of the two warriors.

“I originally invited Sir Zheng to come here for a drink. I didn’t expect someone would be so blind and disturb Sir’s enjoyment,” Qin Feng said with a look of regret.

“Kid, you asked me to come here for a drink, and I anticipated there might be trouble. Don’t pretend to be sympathetic here. If the wine doesn’t taste good, you’ll suffer the consequences,” Si Zheng warned.

The plan was exposed, but Qin Feng wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, he smiled, “Sir Zheng, rest assured, the wine will definitely satisfy you.”

Si Zheng nodded, “Deal with the trouble quickly. The profits from this Inn and my Demon Slaying Department are shared.”

“It’s simple.”

Si Zheng entered the inn, and Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to the crowd and said, “Due to the shortage of alcohol recently, we had to limit sales. Due to its high price, we couldn’t open it to the first and second floors. But for whatever reason, we’ve neglected you all. It’s our fault, so I declare here—For the next three days, anyone who dines at Moonlit Pavilion during lunchtime will receive a pot of fine wine at each table, effective immediately!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd instantly stirred.

However, some people still questioned, “Although it sounds good, what if the wine you send us tastes just a bit better than water?”

Many people echoed the sentiment.

Qin Feng smiled faintly, without explaining. Instead, he took out a cup of diluted distilled liquor from his Spatial ring.

Even though the wine had been diluted with water, its fragrance still intoxicated people.

Some wine enthusiasts, while intoxicated by the aroma, trembled as they asked, “Is this the wine you’re going to give us?”

“Exactly, this is the wine!”

“Are you not deceiving us?”

“I, Qin Feng, have always kept my word!”

After confirming the authenticity, the people looked at each other and immediately started pushing and shoving to get in line. This exquisite wine, if purchased, would cost a fortune.

The idea of unexpected good fortune seemed maddening. And the crisis in the Moonlit Pavilion seemed to be resolved here.

Qin Feng, accompanied by Lan Ningshuang and Manager Peng, went to the kitchen, and Manager Peng sincerely expressed his admiration all the way.

“However, young master, won’t it be too expensive to deliver such good wine within three days?” Peng Qing expressed his concern.

Qin Feng didn’t say much. Instead, he took out a hundred barrels of wine from his spatial ring and gave instructions.

Of course, the original wine couldn’t be sold directly. As a cunning businessman, dilution was necessary, but how to dilute it depended on the customer at hand.

Qin Feng had planned ahead. The genuine distilled liquor would only be sold one barrel per month, and it would be auctioned off. This way, he could thoroughly fleece the wealthy.

This could also be considered his contribution to narrowing the gap between the rich and the poor in Jinyang City. Qin Feng felt justified in what he was doing.

After everything was arranged, Qin Feng left the kitchen. He trusted Manager Peng to take care of the rest.

On the second floor of Moonlit Pavilion, Si Zheng had already ordered the dishes and was sitting by the window.

Knowing that her brother-in-law had something to discuss with Chief Si, Lan Ningshuang found another seat and sat down.

Qin Feng walked over to Si Zheng without saying a word, took out a barrel of original distilled liquor from his storage ring, and opened the lid. The entire second floor stopped eating and looked over. The aroma was so enticing that it was almost irresistible.

Si Zheng’s eyes widened, he couldn’t wait, so he poured a bowl, drank it in one gulp, and felt slightly drunk.

He had been to Heavenly City, visited the best restaurant, and tasted the strongest wine, but even those wine couldn’t compare to the one in front of him.

“What’s the name of this wine?” Si Zheng asked in amazement.

“I named it ‘The Drunken Immortal.'”

“The wine is excellent, and the name is not bad either! Such good wine must be expensive.”

“It has value but no price.”

The two exchanged a glance and both revealed sly smiles.

“Boss, what kind of wine are you drinking? Give us a taste too!” There weren’t many idle martial artists and Daoists in Jinyang City, so most of the customers on the second floor were from the Demon Slaying Department. Among them were some who appreciated good wine. When they smelled the aroma, they shamelessly came over to ask for a taste.

However, without exception, they were all turned away by Si Zheng. He himself found the quantity insufficient; how could he share it with others?

After drinking the wine, the conversation naturally flowed. As they chatted, they eventually discussed the matter of the acquisition of the restaurants.