He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 102 A Man Can't Say No

Chapter 102 A Man Can't Say No

For a man, there are two words he should never say lightly: "No!"

Especially when dealing with women, you absolutely cannot say "no"!

You should know that the greatest humiliation a man can suffer from a woman is not being scolded or dumped, but these two words: "No!"

Qin Chuan knew this well, so in the teahouse earlier, he didn't praise the restaurant from the perspective of "delicious food," but instead started from the point of "tonifying the kidneys and strengthening yang," especially since these people were customers of Rouge Lane.

Whether it tastes good or not is a matter of taste; some people think it's good, some people think it's bad, and there's no definitive answer.

Whether or not to take supplements is not just a matter of taste; it's a matter of a man's pride, his virility in bed, and whether he can stand tall in front of women.

Throughout history, from emperors in palaces to street vendors, every man has bowed down before these two words.

Those with money take tonics, those without money eat tonics, and even those with very little money will soak in a couple of cups of medicinal wine.

No one wants to admit they are "incapable," and no one wants a woman to think they are "incapable."

Therefore, Qin Chuan's move was not simply about selling food, but about selling a man's dignity and self-confidence.

The so-called "kidney-tonifying" remedy is just a pretext to lure customers in. But once they're inside and have tasted the food, there's no doubt they'll come back.

At that point, what will motivate them to spend money won't be the anxiety of "whether it will work or not," but rather the genuinely delicious taste.

When they arrived at the shop, Aunt Liu saw Qin Chuan and Liu Ding return and was about to greet them and tell them about the situation inside when she heard Qin Chuan shout loudly as if he didn't recognize her: "Boss, two servings of braised pork, and two plates of stir-fried pork kidneys! Add extra pig's penis, no less!"

The sound was loud enough to be heard outside the shop. Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment, then realized that the two were probably pretending to be customers.

She immediately replied, "Okay! Please come in, both of you. The braised pork is freshly cooked, and the stir-fried pork kidney is freshly stir-fried. Just a moment!"

A moment later, the braised pork and pork kidneys were served.

Liu Ding picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of pork kidney, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and deliberately shouted loudly, "Hey! This tastes really good! There's absolutely no fishy smell, it's crisp and fragrant! Shopkeeper, your cooking skills are impressive!"

Qin Chuan chimed in, "I told you, this stuff is not only nutritious, but it tastes good too. Here, take this piece of pig's penis."

The two of them took turns eating with their chopsticks, praising each other as they ate. After finishing, Qin Chuan took out a coin from his sleeve, slammed it on the table, and said, "Shopkeeper, check please! It was delicious, we'll come again next time!"

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Liu Ding wiped his mouth, got up, and the two of them left the shop one after the other, walking slowly down the alley.

Aunt Liu stared blankly at the empty plates and bowls on the table, then at the departing figures of the two men.

She was also a little worried. Would putting on such a show attract customers?

But just as Aunt Liu was tidying up, a voice suddenly came from behind her, "Boss, a serving of braised pork belly! Oh, and one of those stir-fried pork kidneys too!"

Aunt Liu paused, straightened up, and turned around to see a man standing at the shop entrance. "Alright, please have a seat. It'll be quick over here."

Aunt Liu reacted instantly, first making a braised dish for the man, and then going to the kitchen to cook other dishes.

After the man sat down, he gestured to his companions outside the shop. They weren't stupid; they planned to let one of them in first to test the waters. If the taste was really as the two men had described, then they would come in.

The man looked at the braised dishes on the table, but he didn't rush to pick up his chopsticks. Instead, he picked one up, smelled it, and found that it didn't have the usual fishy smell of pig offal. Then he picked up his chopsticks, took a bite, and exclaimed, "Wow, it tastes pretty good!"

A moment later, Aunt Liu came out with a plate of stir-fried pork kidneys. The man picked up a piece with his chopsticks and took a bite.

This taste?

Hey, it actually works!

The man then waved to his companion outside the shop.

But even faster than his companions were the middle-aged man in the silk shirt and the tall, thin man. They had been standing at the alley entrance, watching this direction, ever since they came out of the teahouse. Seeing the man's affirmation, their doubts vanished instantly. "Boss, give me one too! The same as his!"

Behind them, several other men followed suit, and the once quiet shop entrance suddenly erupted into a frenzy.

"I was here first! I ordered first!"

"Boss, give me a double portion of braised pig's penis!"

Qin Chuan and Liu Ding, standing not far away, exchanged a smile upon seeing this scene.

Seeing that Aunt Liu's business was on track, Qin Chuan returned to Heaven and Earth.

The waiters and guards in the hall, who were busy with their own tasks, all put down what they were doing and came over from all directions when they saw Qin Chuan enter. "Master Steward."

"The head steward has arrived."

Behind the counter, an old, scholarly-looking accountant was fiddling with an abacus. Hearing the noise, he looked up, and upon seeing Qin Chuan, quickly dropped the abacus, grabbed the account book with both hands, and jogged around the counter to Qin Chuan. "Manager, these are the account books for the Heaven and Earth Inn for the past two days. Please take a look. Yesterday's income, today's turnover, and the amounts owed by several regular customers—I've recorded them all clearly, categorized them neatly. Please review them."

Qin Chuan took the ledger and flipped through it.

After Zhao Fuquan died, this old accountant was transferred to another post. He was more efficient than Zhao Fuquan, and he kept the accounts meticulously, writing down every single detail as if afraid of being found to have made a mistake.

Qin Chuan flipped through a few pages, closed the ledger, and nodded: "Not bad, thank you for your hard work."

The old accountant's face immediately lit up with joy, and he repeatedly said, "It's no trouble at all, it's no trouble at all, it's my duty, you're too kind, Steward."

Since Qian Laifu took over the dock, his focus naturally shifted to the dock. He couldn't manage the gambling den, so he entrusted the Heaven on Earth to take full charge.

Qin Chuan returned the account book to him, then went upstairs. After busying himself for a while, Sister Wu came over and said, "Manager Qin, I heard that the Jucai Gambling House in the east of the city has reopened. Just like us, they've replaced it with girls who play dice. And I heard that at least a hundred people went today. It was packed with people and very lively."

Upon hearing this news, Qin Chuan pondered to himself.

This move is clearly aimed at Qian Laifu. Song Hai just took over the Black Tiger Gang's gambling den, and then he pulls this stunt. It seems he hasn't swallowed his anger and is planning to completely break off relations.

"Okay." Qin Chuan nodded, indicating that he understood.

After waiting a while and seeing no further response, Sister Wu couldn't help but ask again, "Manager Qin, shouldn't we do something about this?"

"Nothing needs to be done." Qin Chuan shook his head. "We're on completely different paths here compared to over there."

On the surface, Heaven on Earth and Jucai are both gambling dens.

However, Qin Chuan set a threshold for entering Heaven on Earth from the very beginning, and this cut created a fundamental difference between the two sides.

Seeing that Sister Wu still didn't quite understand, he explained, "Jucai is just a pure gambling den. It's crowded, chaotic, and disorganized. Out of a hundred people, ninety-nine of them only have a few dozen coins on them. We're different. What I want to do is more than just a gambling den."

"What is that?" Sister Wu blinked curiously.

"A club." Qin Chuan put down his teacup and tapped his finger lightly on the table. "These aren't ordinary gamblers. They're people of status, with money in their pockets, and who care about their image. They come here not just for gambling, but for comfort and prestige."

There was also a grand display unlike anything else I'd seen elsewhere.

Sister Wu didn't understand what "club" meant, but she nodded thoughtfully. Qin Chuan continued, "So the more bustling Jucai is, the less it has to do with us. They're taking business from the lower-level employees, while we're dealing with the wealthy. Two completely different levels..."

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"The manager is brilliant!"

As night fell, the Heaven on Earth opened for business.

Qin Chuan was walking around in the hall when he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a familiar figure entering from outside—it was Zheng Ding.

Zheng Ding looked around the hall and, upon seeing Qin Chuan, quickly walked over.

Compared to a few days ago, this young master Zheng has obviously lost a lot of weight, especially around his eyes, which are so dark they look like they were drawn on with ink, indicating that he hasn't slept well for several nights in a row.

"Young Master Zheng," Qin Chuan bowed respectfully, "what brings you to this gambling den today?"

Zheng Ding looked at Qin Chuan and got straight to the point: "I'm here to find someone."

"Who?"

"Xiaoxiaosheng!"

"Oh," Qin Chuan replied with a smile, his expression unchanged. "Young Master Zheng is looking for Mr. Xiao? Is he asking for a new painting? Are you satisfied with the wedding dress painting from last time? If there's anything you're not happy with, I can pass it on to him so he can revise it."

"No," Zheng Ding shook his head, "I don't want him to paint. I'm looking for him as a person."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan looked troubled and shook his head, saying, "Young Master Zheng, as you know, Xiaoxiaosheng doesn't see strangers. That's his rule, and I can't break it."

Without wasting words, Zheng Ding took out a silver ingot from his pocket, about twenty taels, and stuffed it into Qin Chuan's hand without saying a word: "If you can arrange for me to see him, this silver is yours."

Looking at the twenty taels of silver in his hand, Qin Chuan was also somewhat surprised. What a generous gesture!

Twenty taels of silver! If it were today, it would be equivalent to spending over ten thousand just to meet someone once.

The problem is that Xiaoxiaosheng wasn't exactly a celebrity; at most, he just drew some pretty good erotic pictures.

Why spend such a high price?

Qin Chuan, holding the silver, didn't rush to answer. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Young Master Zheng, may I ask what business you have with Xiaoxiaosheng?"

"It's nothing," Zheng Ding waved his hand, "I just want to see him."

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan didn't respond, but just looked at Zheng Ding, thinking, "No, who would believe that?"

There was nothing wrong, how could it be possible to spend twenty taels of silver just to see Xiaoxiaosheng once?

Zheng Ding felt a little uncomfortable under Qin Chuan's gaze, so he looked away and coughed lightly, "What's wrong? Not enough money?"

"It's not about the money." Qin Chuan smiled and subtly pushed some of the silver back. "Young Master Zheng, as you know, Xiaoxiaosheng has a strange temper and doesn't like meeting strangers. If I rashly act as a go-between, he might get angry and ignore me. My loss would be much greater than twenty taels of silver."

Zheng Ding frowned, seemingly surprised that Qin Chuan would refuse.

Qin Chuan then changed the subject, saying, "However, if Young Master Zheng truly has something to discuss, he might as well tell me first. I'll relay it to him, and if he wishes to see me, that would be best. If not, you won't have made a wasted trip, wouldn't you agree?"

Hearing this, Zheng Ding was clearly getting impatient. His brows furrowed, and his tone became sharper: "I already said, I just want to see him. Just pass on the message to him, saying that I admire his painting skills and want to learn from him in person. If he's willing, I can offer fifty taels, no, one hundred taels of silver."

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