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Chapter Twenty Nine

Two days later.

Before the rooster crows, Lan Chen wakes up.

After a burst of martial arts, sweating profusely, and covered with morning light, he also walked out of the gate.

Although it is not fully lit yet, people are already coming and going on this street, just like this hazy, carrying goods prepared by the market.

Markets in the city have long since changed. Rows of wooden tables have been placed in the corners. The location is good or bad, and it all depends on the individual.

At least Katie Wang worked hard and secured a good seat at the intersection - the front row facing the onlookers.

Of course, I spent a lot of money, and once again I was penniless.

But Lan Chen didn't feel discouraged at all, instead he was full of energy.

"Sir, here it is." Katie Wang, who had already prepared her stall, waved her hand.

"Come here, Lao Zhang is quite early." Lan Chen looked at Wang Katie and Lao Zhang happily.

This time, these three people were fully responsible for the market.

Lao Zhang yawned, "It's not as early as Xiao Wang. I'm afraid this guy was so excited that he stayed up all night, so Meng Mengliang pulled me up."

"Haha! That's not because your craftsmanship is so good. To be honest, I have never seen such a delicate and pure dye."

After saying that, Katie Wang looked left and right, with a nervous look, as if she was worried that someone would covet her treasure. "Come on, come on, here, take a look."

Seeing him, I carefully removed the cloth cover of the cylinder.

Lan Chen also stepped forward to take a closer look at the dye inside.

Under the hazy morning light, the purple dye has a more mysterious color. The right consistency and thinness appear extremely delicate, and the quality is far better than the first time.

"Master." Lao Zhang raised his head, full of pride, "I boldly made some improvements, and the results were surprisingly good. I dare to pat my chest and swear that this is the masterpiece of my life."

Lan Chen nodded, and saw a different kind of brilliance in Lao Zhang's dim old eyes, as hot as the rising sun.

Just at this time, a strange voice came from the corner, "Oh? Isn't this Lao Zhang? Why is Yan Fang here to join in the fun today?"

"Old Chen! You, why are you here too?"

"What a joke! As the No. 1 dye house in Xuzhou, 'Tian Xia Yan', is it ridiculous not to come to Fangshi? Hahaha! I didn't expect you to leave me, Lao Zhang." Lao Chen, wearing floral clothes and a gold ring, is simply a

He is a small business owner and has no craftsmanship at all.

Who would have thought that this old Chen, who was once the head of Yanfang, fell into trouble after some betrayal, and it seems that he is now in trouble.

Thinking of his past decline, Lao Zhang's face became gloomy, as if there was endless haze.

"By the way, please be respectful and don't talk about old Chen again in the future. I am shopkeeper Chen now. But we are different. It's just you who foolishly believed in the old Sir. Until now, that guy is

He's an old antique. If he wasn't destined to be a lord, who would want to pay attention to him?"

"Who is the one who keeps chattering and arguing? Shopkeeper Chen, is it you? My father is not something a pariah like you can discuss, but he still wants to go and squat for a while!" He took a step forward,

Lan Chen faced it calmly.

Shopkeeper Chen was startled at first, but after careful consideration, he showed a panicked expression, "It turns out to be the young master, disrespectful! I must have offended you, I just couldn't see you..."

"That is to say, if I am not here, you will continue to slander my father with your foul mouth?"

"Don't dare!"

Shopkeeper Chen hesitated for a moment, as if he had thought of something, he straightened his back suddenly, "Isn't that right? Haha... Young Master, wasn't your father demoted a long time ago? You, the emperor's favor, can't say that.

, but that old gentleman who is far away from the ends of the world can’t say anything?”

"Haha, why did I think Lao Zhang had the guts to stay in Yanfang? It turns out you were the one who got in the way. Haha, you want to revitalize Yanfang, right? Then I'm not welcome, little worker, take out that thing!

"

I really didn't know that he was such a 'dog' before. He raised his eyebrows, but Lan Chen watched quietly with interest to see what kind of splash he could make.

I saw shopkeeper Chen holding the small porcelain jar in his hand with a proud look on his face.

"Huangtian paid off. After traveling across a large area of ​​rivers and mountains, he finally found comfrey that could be planted. What a gorgeous purple it is!"

Through the mouth of the jar, I could see a thick, dark purple dye.

The word 'gorgeous' is out of the question, it can even be said to be bleak.

Shopkeeper Chen's arrogance made Lan Chenji think, "Purple dye! Isn't it impossible to produce this dye anymore? How is it possible? This color, this consistency, is just like Yanfang's."

The panic on Lan Chen's face only made shopkeeper Chen extremely happy. He laughed arrogantly when he was successful, "Young master Lan, you are wrong. This is far better than Yanfang's dye. I'm the one who's unlucky for you.

Next to me, the cloth merchants who will come by later will all be attracted by my jar of purple dye, and then buy my world-famous dye."

"Old Zhang, let me give you one last chance. After leaving Yanfang, come to my place. I will remember you for the sake of old friendship and let you... clean the latrine, hahaha!"

"What about you, Mr. Lan? The gambling shop is suitable for you, but such a big deal is not suitable for you, Mr. Lan."

After joking for a while, shopkeeper Chen turned around and walked back in a sultry manner. His back looked very much like a handout after a sure win.

Lan Chen grinned, as if looking at a person who was about to be destroyed, after all, he was already so swollen.

He turned around and waved his hand, indicating to Lao Zhang not to take it to heart and just focus on the matter at hand.

Wang Katie, who had noticed something strange, chose to remain silent. When shopkeeper Chen stopped barking, she quietly asked, "Sire, could it be that he was from Yanfang before?"

"Well, he was still the boss at that time."

"I see, I can't do this. I never thought they would be right next to me. Alas." Wang Katie apologized. After all, this was the first time he had done something for Lan Chen. It was like this. He couldn't be embarrassed.

Already.

Lan Chen smiled, poked Katie Wang's abdominal cavity, and said jokingly, "No, I just think this position is the best. I wanted to teach that treacherous guy a lesson, but now the opportunity has come to me. Besides, look

With his posture, we can also take advantage of it."

"Oh?" Katie Wang's eyes lit up, "How to do it?"

"Just wait and see the good show. By the way, how many jars did you bring this time?"

"As you asked, two young and two old."

"Okay, let's prepare to go with Lao Zhang. Don't show it to us yet. Wait for a suitable opportunity."

At dawn, there were more and more people.

This time, the people coming and going were no longer vendors, but people from all over. Some were just joining in the fun, and most were buying things they needed for the power behind them.

Shopkeeper Chen also took advantage of the crowd and filled the table with vats of various sizes. The small vat of purple dye was placed in the center with its lid opened, and he shouted, "Don't miss it if you pass by.

Yan’s purple dye is out! Yes, it’s that rare purple dye on the market!”

The reappearance of purple dye attracted a large number of dignitaries and dignitaries to watch, as well as many strangers, who seemed to be cloth shopkeepers from other counties.

Shopkeeper Chen couldn't help but sneered, "Dear readers, please don't go to the Yanfang next door. They can no longer produce purple dye!"
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