She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

The next day.

At noon, sunlight streamed down onto the streets of the Capital City, with crowds bustling in front of the Lao Yilaao Hot Pot Restaurant, where diners were lining up non-stop to get a table.

Inside, the air was steamy and fragrant, with business booming like never before.

Big Fatty Zhang Hanlin was personally standing at the door, warmly welcoming guests, gleefully busying himself.

At this moment, Yang Haibo accompanied Ping Chuan and his group over. As soon as Zhang Hanlin saw them, he quickly waddled his round body forward, beaming with smiles.

”Haibo, Ping Chuan. You finally made it! I’ve already reserved a private room for you.”

Mr. Liu, hidden in the shadows, couldn’t show his face. So he had Yang Haibo and Tang Xiaotong lead Ping Chuan and the others to check out Han Lei’s other businesses in the Capital City.

Ping Chuan nodded slightly, wearing a respectful smile: ”Mr. Zhang, you’re too kind.”

The group entered the private room, where fresh ingredients and a steaming hotpot were already laid out on the table.

Zhang Hanlin personally poured Ping Chuan a cup of tea, smiling as he said, ”Ping Chuan, you and your brothers should taste our restaurant’s Specialty Tea to quench your thirst first.”

Ping Chuan accepted the teacup, took a small sip, and nodded approvingly: ”Good tea.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Ping Chuan took a letter out from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Hanlin: ”This letter was entrusted to me by the Princess for you.”

Zhang Hanlin eagerly took the letter and quickly opened it to read.

As his eyes scanned the paper, his expression gradually grew excited, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

After finishing the letter, he looked up at Ping Chuan, a note of urgency in his voice.

”The Princess mentioned in the letter that I should entrust the hotpot restaurant to the shopkeeper and hasten to Canzhou, saying there’s an even more important task for me.”

Ping Chuan nodded, his tone calm.

”Exactly, the Princess says Mr. Zhang enjoys playing with strange and unusual things, and when you reach Canzhou, you can truly showcase your talents. She hopes you can arrange things here quickly and set off as soon as possible.”

”Good! Good!” Zhang Hanlin clenched the letter, nodding repeatedly.

Said with a bit of pride, Zhang Hanlin continued.

”The Princess indeed has skills. Ever since this hotpot restaurant opened, business has been continuously thriving! Although my grandfather Mr. Zhang has always considered the merchant’s status lowly, he is also happy to see me succeeding. However, he still believes only pursuing an official career can bring glory to our family.”

Ping Chuan laughed heartily upon hearing this.

”The Princess says that in seventy-two trades, champions emerge from any of them. All industries complement each other, and no profession is lowly or superior, merely different in division of labor.”

Zhang Hanlin listened, a look of agreement flashing in his eyes, nodding vigorously: ”The Princess is absolutely right! I have always thought so too. It’s just that grandfather is a bit old-fashioned, and it’s hard for him to change his thinking right away.”

Ping Chuan gently set down the teacup, his gaze warm as he said: ”Don’t worry, Mr. Zhang; the Prince and Princess have already made all the arrangements. Once you’ve achieved greater results in Canzhou, Mr. Zhang will surely regard you with new eyes.”

A look of anticipation appeared on Zhang Hanlin’s face as he solemnly said: ”I am eagerly looking forward to that day.”

”Hahaha...”

Seeing this lovable Big Fatty Zhang Hanlin, even the trusted aides couldn’t help but laugh at him...

After Ping Chuan and his group finished their lunch at the Lao Yilaao Hot Pot Restaurant, Yang Haibo led them into the Drunken Immortal Brew tavern.

Inside the tavern, the scent of wine filled the air, and although the establishment wasn’t fully seated, quite a few patrons were conversing in hushed tones, with the crisp clinking of glasses ringing delightfully.

Yang Haibo smiled and said to Ping Chuan: ”Mr. Ping, you see, even during the day Drunken Immortal Brew may not be as lively as in the evening, but it still attracts a full house. In the evening, small tables will be set up on the road outside, and people will come to taste the wine one after another.”

Ping Chuan nodded, looking around and marveling: ”I may not have tasted the Princess’s brewed wine, but the fragrance is indeed irresistible.”

Yang Haibo chuckled, ”To be honest, even His Majesty has sneaked out of the palace several times, drawn by the aroma. Each time, His Majesty enjoys a few drinks before leaving, as the palace enforces a night curfew, and the gates close, so he cannot linger long. Eventually, His Majesty simply had people purchase Drunken Immortal Brew and bring it into the palace.”

With that, Yang Haibo pointed at the small wine pitchers on the patrons’ tables.

”Now, this wine sells for fifty silver taels per vat, and even this small pitcher costs ten silver taels.”

”Hiss!”

Ping Chuan and the trusted aides couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath. Silently in their hearts, they all acknowledged that the Princess is indeed a master at business and wealth-gathering!

Little did they know that the reason Drunken Immortal Brew fetched such prices was entirely the doing of Yang Haibo and Tang Xiaotong.