Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

half a month later.

A new restaurant opened in Xingqing Mansion during this time.

The restaurant is located in the most prosperous area of ​​the city, only five miles away from the Yimen where hundreds of civil and military officials of the DPRK and China go in and out when attending court. Every inch of land in this area is very valuable.

If this was just the case, it wouldn't be too unusual. After all, Xixia was located in a strategic location, and there were many wealthy merchants traveling from north to south who spent a lot of money.

However, the strange thing is that this restaurant only accepts at most three customers a day.

It is said that with such a huge investment, one must hope that the business will be prosperous, the guests will come to the house, and the capital will be recovered quickly and profit will be made. However, this strange rule directly reduces the possibility of profit to an extremely low level. Of course, ordinary people would think that since there are only a limited number of customers, the food and wine must not be cheap. However, the strange thing is that according to people who have been to the restaurant, the prices are only a little more expensive than outside.

What’s even more surprising is that the restaurant’s selection of guests is very random, ranging from peddlers and lackeys to princes, generals, and even roadside beggars.

The person who came today is a little bit special.

Accompanied by Helian Tieshu, Xixia Salt and Iron Envoy Zhang Cheng came to this restaurant with an extremely willful behavior. Two Shangguan and a personal bodyguard with high martial arts skills, so there were exactly three people.

As for why they are so observant of the rules, of course it's not because these two are easy to talk to, but because it is said that the owner of this restaurant has an extremely weird temper. There were some people who boasted about their martial arts skills or high status and tried to break in, but the results were very bad. Afterwards, the restaurant continued to operate as usual without any damage.

Not long after Zhang Cheng sat down, Helian Tieshu left with an excuse, leaving only him and his entourage.

The meeting was over, and Helian Tieshu still hadn't returned. Zhang Cheng didn't care, he just praised the food and wine for their novelty and unique flavor, which could not be tasted in this bitter cold land in the north, so he ordered his entourage to invite the cook to show up.

After a while, the entourage returned with a strange look on his face. The door opened, and two girls in beautiful clothes came in one after another. They bowed slightly to Zhang Cheng and said hello. They behaved calmly, as if they were used to such scenes. Surprised by the other person's identity.

Zhang Cheng's eyes lit up at the sudden appearance of the beautiful girl in front of him. Just when he was about to say a few words of praise, he heard one of the girls in red say with a smile: "My young master has set up another seat in the backyard. Please come over and talk about it."

Zhang Cheng was hesitating, but the accompanying guards saw his master's concerns and quickly scolded him: "Nonsense, your status is so honorable, how can it be that any young master of your family can see you whenever he wants?"

The girl in red sneered: "Not to mention a mere salt and iron envoy, even if he is the emperor, my young master can see him whenever he wants."

The follower was furious when he heard this. He turned the three fingers of his right hand into claws and used a big move to grab the girl in red's shoulder. Zhang Cheng was stunned. He was about to tell his subordinates not to be reckless, but he saw that the girl in red just took a step to one side to avoid the grasp. She reached out her hand and lightly touched the follower's wrist with three fingers. He brushed his hand and saw that the attendant's wrists were hanging down softly as if they had lost their life.

Zhang Cheng was horrified and moved. He never expected that this beautiful girl who looked weak and fragile could possess such a high level of martial arts. The most powerful bodyguard in his house could not even make a single move in the opponent's hands.

But after all, he had been in a high position for a long time. After the initial panic, he quickly calmed down and scolded his guards in a deep voice: "Don't be rude! Don't back down!"

The guard looked ashamed and stepped aside. The green-robed girl smiled sweetly and said to Zhang Cheng, "Sister A'Zhu is a bit impatient. Didn't you scare the adults?"

A moment later, inside an elegant house.

When Murong Fu saw Zhang Cheng coming in, he stood up to greet him and said with a smile, "I've heard about Mr. Zhang for a long time. It's a pleasure to meet him today."

Zhang Cheng only saw the young man opposite who looked no more than twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. He was dressed in a fox fur coat and looked like a noble man from a wealthy family. In the cold winter, the charcoal fire in the house warmed the whole room like spring, and the exquisite dishes on the table were still steaming.

Zhang Cheng was previously frightened by the martial arts of the beautiful girl in red, but now he saw the magnanimity of Young Master in Jin Yi. The previous arrogance in his heart was long gone. He quickly clasped his fists in return and said, "I have never asked Young Master Gao for advice." My name? Why did you invite Zhang to come here today?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly and did not answer directly. Instead, he took out a well-made token and slid it along the table in front of Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng took the token, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said with a slightly moved expression: "This young master comes from the Zhennan Palace of Dali? But I don't know what is the relationship between His Royal Highness the Prince of Zhennan and the young master?"

Murong Fu pointed out to A'Zhu with a smile: "This is the daughter of His Highness the King of Zhennan, and I am coming to the Northland with you this time."

Zhang Cheng was horrified and moved. He never expected that the girl with high martial arts skills was actually the daughter of the King of Zhennan in Dali. However, the next scene surprised him even more. I saw the beautiful girl in red bowing to the young master in brocade and blessing her, saying, "I'll take my leave first."

Murong Fu smiled and said: "Thank you for your hard work, please step back now."

Although Dali is a small country, it depends on who it is compared with. The daughter of King Zhennan, who is also a princess, actually calls herself a slave in front of this young master in brocade clothes!

Zhang Cheng became even more curious about the identity of the mysterious young master in front of him.

Murong Fu saw what the other party was thinking, but he didn't want to say anything more on this topic at the moment. Instead, he said straight to the point: "Master Zhang is here today to discuss a business deal."

If it had been anyone else, Zhang Cheng would have left in a hurry at this moment, but this young man obviously had a lot of background, so what he said could not be taken lightly, so he showed the demeanor of someone who has been in a position for a long time: "Oh? I didn't know that the young master wanted to marry him. How big of a deal are you talking about?"

He deliberately said the word "how old" very strongly, and the meaning in his tone was self-evident. In his opinion, the young man in front of him was probably the Crown Prince of Zhennan. He didn't know the importance, and ran out to have fun behind the back of the King of Zhennan. That's all, just like some descendants of the Xixia family.

Murong Fu smiled and said slowly: "At the beginning of the founding of Daxia, there was an agreement with the Song Dynasty. The Song court invested in Daxia to purchase 100,000 tons of green salt produced in Daxia every year. Is there such a thing?"

Zhang Cheng was stunned, but he didn't know what the other party meant by suddenly mentioning this old incident.

Murong Fu continued: "As far as I know, the business of 100,000 dans of green salt has been run by Mr. Zhang's family for many years, right?"

"Actually, apart from the first few years, the Song Dynasty has never purchased enough 100,000 dans of green salt from Daxia. And during the Song-Xia border war last year, the commerce on the border between the two countries has never recovered. Right?"

"What I want to discuss with Mr. Zhang is the business of one hundred thousand dans of green salt."