Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Upon hearing Chen Tian's sudden words, the middle-aged man's previously excited expression instantly turned strange.

He might be lazy, but he wasn't stupid. He had been suspicious earlier, wondering why Chen Tian would be interested in this old inn and even offer five thousand taels to buy it.

He knew that five thousand taels was enough to open a brand new inn in the imperial city, so why would he travel thousands of miles to buy his old and dilapidated house?

However, although he had rejected Chen Tian, Chen Tian then proposed a plan to invest three thousand taels as a shareholder. This made the middle-aged man even more puzzled.

He could sense that Chen Tian seemed to have some strange scheme regarding this inn.

Thinking of this, he pondered for a while in his heart, and finally stood up, looking at Chen Tian with cold eyes and saying, "Hmph, I've felt strange since just now, and now I finally understand. You wouldn't be a group of swindlers trying to cheat me out of my inn, would you?"

It turned out that the middle-aged man suddenly remembered a strange thing that had recently been circulating in the city, saying that there was a group of people who specialized in dressing up as wealthy merchants, flaunting and deceiving everywhere, using high prices as bait to swindle people out of their property deeds and land deeds.

And the silver notes they used to pay were all fake!

At this time, the middle-aged man also regarded Chen Tian and others as similar swindlers, which made him become vigilant.

After all, in his shallow understanding, apart from swindlers, it seemed that no normal person would do such a stupid thing.

"Er Gou, go, go to the storeroom and get all the tools. It seems we have to entertain these gentlemen properly today."

After sneering, the middle-aged man suddenly spoke, instructing the waiter on the other side.

The waiter was extremely quick-witted. After hearing these words, he immediately understood what was going on. Without hesitation, he turned around and was about to run outside.

But at this moment, something that terrified him appeared. Just as he ran to the doorway, suddenly, a black shadow flashed past, and Han Wuming, who was just sitting in front of the round table, appeared at the door like a ghost, blocking his way.

Seeing this scene, the waiter was shocked. He knew that Han Wuming was at least three zhang away from the door just now, so how could he have arrived in one step?

Equally surprised was the middle-aged man. He didn't see Han Wuming's movements clearly just now, he only felt a gust of wind blowing, and the next moment Han Wuming's figure left the seat and blocked the door.

"Could this be the legendary martial arts master?"

After seeing such an incredible scene, a terrible thought suddenly jumped out of the middle-aged man's mind.

Because the inn's business was usually slack, he would often go to a teahouse not far away to drink tea and listen to storytelling. Among them, he heard the most about how powerful the Jianghu heroes were, how they could flip over city walls several zhang high with one somersault, and how they could smash boulders as thick as millstones with one punch.

Originally, he thought that the martial arts in these stories were all made up by others, and how could there be such powerful people in ordinary times?

But at this time, after seeing Han Wuming's ghost-like skill, he suddenly realized that these people in front of him might be the martial arts masters with unique skills mentioned in the books?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man's arrogant expression just now instantly collapsed. He knelt down to Chen Tian with a "plop" and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "I have been blind and offended all the heroes. I don't want this house anymore. If you heroes like it, just take it, but please don't kill me."

In the mouths of those storytellers, the martial arts heroes with great strength were also extremely irritable, killing and arson at every turn, and cutting off their hands. Therefore, after thinking about it now, the middle-aged man only had endless fear left in his heart, shivering and begging for mercy.

"Yi'er, do you think I look like a demon king of murder?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's terrified appearance, Chen Tian seemed a little helpless. He smiled wryly and asked Qin Yi.

After hearing this, Qin Yi just pursed her lips and smiled, but didn't say a word. Su Yingxue on the other side laughed so hard that she leaned forward and back, unable to control herself. Even Han Wuming shook his head with a chuckle.

Seeing this, Chen Tian touched his nose, then he stood up, helped up the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground and shivering, and tried to put on the kindest expression, and smiled: "You don't need to be nervous, and you don't need to be afraid. We are not people of the Jianghu, and we are not swindlers. I am here this time just to sincerely discuss a deal with you."

Looking at Chen Tian's smiling face, the fear in the middle-aged man's heart seemed to have diminished a lot, but he didn't dare to be as presumptuous as before. He stood quietly aside and asked in a low voice: "Okay, please tell me, Young Master Yang, what exactly is the condition you proposed just now?"

Chen Tian nodded after hearing this, and then said softly: "It's very simple, I want you to swear to this jade slip that you must do your best to revitalize the inn in the future, and you must not abandon it in any way. As long as you do it, then I will give you these three thousand taels of silver."

After saying that, Chen Tian took out an orange-red jade slip from his sleeve, and handed it to the middle-aged man along with the silver notes.

Looking at the jade slip, and then looking at the three tempting silver notes, the middle-aged man finally made up his mind after some calculation in his mind. He showed a firm look and said to the jade slip word by word: "I, Bi Muhua, swear to the heavens that I will do my best to revitalize my ancestral business in the future. If I abandon it, may I be struck by five thunderbolts!"

What the middle-aged man didn't see was that just as he said this oath, a white smoke suddenly came out of his mouth and nose and drilled into the jade slip.

"Very good, I hope you can always remember every word you said today. Here are the three thousand taels of silver notes for you."

After the middle-aged man finished reciting the oath, Chen Tian nodded with great satisfaction. Then he no longer hesitated and handed out the three silver notes he was holding in his hand.

Looking at the three silver notes Chen Tian handed over, the fear in the middle-aged man's heart was instantly dispelled, and a gleam of excitement flashed in his eyes. Then he couldn't wait to reach out and take them.

After carefully checking them, the middle-aged man finally confirmed that these three silver notes were not fake, but real silver notes issued by Datong Qianzhuang. Each silver note had a face value of one thousand taels, which added up to three thousand taels!

The middle-aged man had never seen so much silver in his life, so the hands holding the silver notes were trembling with excitement.