Fatty Feng froze there, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
Damn it, he can't do the math. If this gets out, will I still be able to work as the shopkeeper? !
Chen Ke said impatiently:
"Shopkeeper Feng, how can you be a shopkeeper? You can't even calculate such a simple number? One bottle of elixir is 20,000 taels, a total of four bottles, one bottle after another, a total of 40,000 taels of silver, right?"
"One bottle is 20,000 taels, a total of four bottles, one bottle after another," Feng Ruhai secretly counted on his fingers, and it was indeed four fingers, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He always felt that something was wrong, and suddenly thought of something, and shouted: "No! You haven't calculated the 20% increase yet!"
Seeing Chen Ke's annoyed expression, Feng Ruhai smiled complacently.
kid, you want to fool me?
You are still a little naive!
Chen Ke said helplessly, "One bottle is priced 20%, which is 800 taels. One bottle after another, it is 1,100 taels. Is that okay?"
Feng Ruhai counted on his fingers and it was 1,100 taels.
Chen Ke counted out the silver notes and said unhappily, "A total of 41,100 taels, count them carefully."
Feng Ruhai recognized the denominations of the silver notes and saw that there were four 10,000 taels, one 1,000 taels, and one 100 taels.
It was clear at a glance.
Feng Ruhai nodded with satisfaction, put away the silver notes with a smile, and handed the pills to Chen Ke.
"Master Chen, take care, come often!"
Feng Ruhai held the silver notes in his hand, his fat face smiling like a chrysanthemum.
Chen Ke suddenly stopped, turned around and walked over again, saying coldly,
"Give me four more bottles, so that the price won't go up again in a few days!"
As he spoke, he counted out another 41,100 taels and put them on the counter.
Yes, that's right, it was this number before.
Feng Ruhai chuckled and handed four bottles of top-grade mind-condensing pills to Chen Ke.
Black shop!
Profiteer!
Evil capitalist!
Chen Ke cursed and left angrily, never looking back.
Feng Ruhai looked at Chen Ke's disappearing back and couldn't help laughing, feeling indescribably happy.
The angrier Chen Ke was, the happier he was.
If Chen Ke could cry, he would be even happier.
Boy, no matter how rampant you are, I will cheat you to death even if I can't squeeze you to death!
Feng Ruhai took the account book, stamped it with a red stamp of "Paid", and said happily: "The price of eight bottles of pills is 160,000 taels, and each bottle is marked up by 20%, so 32,000 taels will go into my pocket."
Tsk tsk, this money is really easy to make.
Feng Ruhai counted out thirty-two thousand taels and happily put them into his pocket.
When he took the remaining banknotes and prepared to enter them into the account, he was suddenly stunned.
Something was wrong. How could there be more than one hundred thousand taels missing?
Feng Ruhai's eyes twitched violently, and he quickly took out the banknotes that he had stuffed into his pocket again.
Something was wrong. How could there still be so much difference?
His forehead began to sweat, and he fumbled around with his hands. Even the superb "Nineteen Touches" was used, but he couldn't find half a banknote.
Feng Ruhai turned around on the spot, searched the front and back counters, knelt on the ground with his butt sticking out, and searched under the counter, leaving no corner untouched.
Ouch!
A scream like a pig being slaughtered resounded throughout the medicine shop.
Feng Ruhai, who reacted, was pale, sweating, staggering, howling all the way, and ran towards the door.
Seeing that Chen Ke's carriage had just started at the street corner, Feng Ruhai stretched out his hand and shouted, "Master Chen, Master Chen..."
Chen Ke lowered the curtain of the carriage and nodded with satisfaction.
Minus the time it took Fatty Feng to find the silver note, the time it took to chase him out, and the time it took to seal the skill, it was at least thirty seconds.
Although the time was a little short, it should be enough to cheat people.
These 500 points of mental power are worth it.
"Master, why do I hear someone calling you?" The coachman Tie Niu suddenly asked.
"Tie Niu, I'm going to be late." Chen Ke closed his eyes and rested, deliberately not hearing the ghostly howling of Shopkeeper Feng behind the carriage.
Tie Niu said, and suddenly swung the reins, and the carriage immediately sped up.
After a while, the carriage stopped at the foot of Meishan Mountain.
Chen Ke jumped off the carriage, took out 20,000 taels of silver notes and handed them to Tie Niu:
"Tie Niu, the expenses of our courtyard will come from this money, don't bother Uncle Chen for the time being."
When he went out this morning, the housekeeper Uncle Chen gave Chen Ke all the silver he had settled that day.
Excluding the 82,000 taels he spent on the elixir and the 100,000 taels from Ma Xiaoshu, he still had more than 200,000 taels left.
It was a huge sum of money, and Chen Ke still hadn't figured out how to spend it.
Tie Niu put it away without thinking too much.
The Chen family has a hundred hectares of farmland outside the city, and it is the time to plant rice seedlings.
Uncle Chen not only has to take care of the fields and farms, but also has to deal with those treacherous merchants, so he is not seen all day.
After the carriage left, Chen Ke walked to the gate of the special class in one breath, gasping for breath.
With such a bad body, how can I do for the monthly exam?
The most urgent thing is to find a more reliable person and copy the skills of the six arts of a gentleman from him.
Chen Ke made up his mind, entered the courtyard, changed into his school uniform, put on his schoolbag, and walked towards the big square.
The academy in a narrow sense refers to the large square area.
The library, museum, art gallery, martial arts hall, teaching building, auditorium, ..., ancient and tall buildings are scattered around the square, creating an elegant and quiet atmosphere.
It is class time now, and there are not many people in the square.
Chen Ke is suspicious and keeps staring at the teachers coming and going, feeling that everyone is a hidden master.
Crossing the square, bypassing the artificial lake, and entering the teaching area, Chen Ke looked at the course schedule and walked towards a liberal arts building.
The courses in the academy are free. You can listen if you want to, and don't listen if you don't want to. No one cares.
Just don't cry during the exam.
"Confucius said, if you want to do your job well, you must first sharpen your tools. When you live in this country, serve the wise among the officials and befriend the kind among the scholars..."
More than half of the people in the large classroom with more than 500 people are sitting, most of whom are liberal arts students.
On the podium, an old teacher was holding a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" and was talking while shaking his head. He ignored the late Chen Ke.
Chen Ke sat in the last row, opened the textbook, and began to look around.
The situation was not very good. He did not have the authority to view the excellent students.
As for those who could view the skill attributes, most of the six arts of a gentleman were at the "entry level", and there were barely a few who were "mastered", and there was not a single "proficient".
Chen Ke lost interest halfway through. Anyway, there were still more than ten days before the monthly exam. Don't worry, you will find it.
Confucius said that if you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools.
After patiently waiting for the bell to ring, Chen Ke slipped out as soon as possible.
This old teacher was famous for delaying classes, and when he caught someone, he would let them ask him questions, and would not let them leave without asking questions.
"Eunuch Chen, you are diligent enough today. You actually came to class."
After leaving the teaching building, a poor student in the special class greeted him with a smile.
Chen Ke frowned:
"How can I not come? The academy is serious this time, and we don't want to be expelled."
The poor student laughed, and suddenly lowered his voice and said:
"You have to be careful, Xu Ziyang and Lu Xiong are holding back and looking for revenge on you."
Chen Ke looked around and found that there were indeed many unfriendly eyes around.
The poor student seemed to be afraid of being implicated, and left in a hurry, not even noticing that a pornographic painting fell on the ground.
Of course, Chen Ke would not pick it up, and walked straight towards the cafeteria.
Oh no, there are more and more hostile eyes along the way.
Danger is everywhere!