Chapter 801: Chapter 801: Not Really Empty_1
The most sincere friend.
Qiao Xiaomai had a hard time keeping herself from laughing out loud when those four words came out.
The most sincere friend?
Merchants really do have thick skins.
“Absolutely, absolutely, rest assured, Shopkeeper. The fortune I have made today mainly comes from Zuixian Building and Jiwei Residence, and I won’t forget this favor,” Qiao Xiaomai said.
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Since Shopkeeper Zhou had shown such exquisite acting skills to make friends, she naturally couldn’t be shy.
Shopkeeper Zhou looked relieved when he heard her words, “This friendship is good, we should definitely maintain it.”
Qiao Xiaomai nodded repeatedly, “Exactly!”
Thus, in a harmonious and joyous atmosphere, the two bid farewell and headed back to the manor in their ox cart.
Once out of Bailu Town, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but lean on Tong Sanlang’s shoulder and burst out laughing, “What kind of mentality did he have when he said ‘the most sincere friend’?
“Merchants, for the sake of silver, will do anything,” Tong Sanlang’s mouth curved slightly as well.
However, he wasn’t laughing at Shopkeeper Zhou, he was laughing because Qiao Xiaomai laughed, so he followed along.
He had been to the Capital City before and seen the wider world; Shopkeeper Zhou’s kind was not uncommon.
“You’re right. One of our great people once said, ‘For a fifty percent profit, merchants will take risks; for a hundred percent profit, they will trample all laws underfoot; and for three hundred percent, they will dare any crime.'”
Having had her laugh, Xiaomai was still leaning on Tong Sanlang and casually continued the conversation.
Tong Sanlang looked at her and commented, “The great people from your place really have a way with words.”
“That’s why he’s a great person!”
Tong Sanlang nodded, “Although I cannot reach your world, my heart longs for it.”
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai patted him, “I’ll tell you about it.”
Tong Sanlang, being a scholar, had quite high spiritual demands.
Every day, what he pondered was not how to grow better crops or make more money, but the dazzling brilliance of civilization.
The technology, ideas, and customs of the future world—all these were things he wanted to understand.
The existence of Qiao Xiaomai provided him with a way to gain this understanding.
Though the knowledge Qiao Xiaomai possessed was less than a drop in the ocean, it was enough for him.
This not quite a drop of splendor was worth savoring for his lifetime.
When they returned to the manor it was already dark; Qiao Changshun had prepared dinner, and after a casual meal, they went back to sleep in the warehouse.
After the unexhausted conversation on the road, Tong Sanlang, seeing Qiao Xiaomai’s animated and vibrant demeanor, had long wanted to pounce on her.
Having abstained for so long, he was ready for a feast!
As for not being able to get out of bed after the feast, that was a problem for tomorrow!
For now, he wanted to devour Qiao Xiaomai and take her climbing the clouds floating in the sky!
That night, the two were lawless until the rooster crowed.
By the end, Qiao Xiaomai’s body was covered in marks that, against her fair skin, looked quite striking.
Tong Sanlang couldn’t keep his hands off her, caressing her gently; one night of pleasure was simply not enough—the night was too short!
Qiao Xiaomai, thinking he wanted to go on, rolled her eyes despite her fatigue, “You’re not even slightly tired.
A truly tired person could never make it through the whole night.
“I’m so exhausted I can barely keep my eyes open, and you still have the energy to get frisky,” she said.
“When I wake up, I definitely won’t be able to get out of bed,” Tong Sanlang said. “Or maybe I won’t sleep at all, I want to see how these marks on you fade away.”