"Whatever you do, I believe in you, and I support you! In fact, I won't even look, nor will I offer any other suggestions, do you understand?" If he couldn't understand outright, he might as well buy loyalty.

"Third Young Master... Wuwu..." Tang Yuan wept with emotion, snot and tears streaming down his face, "I always heard people say that a scholar dies for one who appreciates him, and today I finally understand what that means... Being trusted by someone feels so wonderful... I'm so moved, I swear, I will exhaust every effort, rack my brains, serve wholeheartedly until death, remain utterly loyal, rush into any danger, I'd rather face mountains of knives and seas of fire, die a hundred times without regret, refuse to die a thousand times, and never, ever fail the cause of Third Young Master!"

Having spent some time together, Young Master Jun had developed a considerable immunity to the fatty's potent flattery offensive. He stood there, smiling, nodding his head, elegantly listening to this most nauseating display of sycophancy from the Good Book Reading Network, growing accustomed to it and treating it as mere enjoyment.

A heap of fat meat was spewing forth endless torrents of praise mixed with tears and snot, while the recipient of this flattery stood there, perfectly at ease, smiling and listening, appearing quite intoxicated by it... This scene, when observed by the Grand Supreme Eagle, became instantly unbearable; the ears were filled with rolling waves of flattery, and the eyes beheld an exhibition of ugliness that induced nausea...

"Ugh..." Eagle Bo Kong shot out suddenly, his face green and lips pale, "I think it’s more suitable for me to stay in Wu Yi's little courtyard."

He left without looking back. This place was truly unbearable; even the resolve of the Eight Great Supremes couldn't withstand it.

"Hah!" Young Master Jun's eyes widened.

He slapped Fatty Tang hard on the shoulder, nearly knocking him to the ground, and laughed arrogantly, shaking his shoulders: "Fatty, you are truly incredible! You are practically the nemesis of the Supreme Eagle, ha ha ha!"

"I... I... What's wrong with me?" Tang Yuan dazedly wiped the cold sweat induced by Eagle Bo Kong’s departure, asking faintly, his soul seemingly misplaced.

"Nothing much, you did very well! Perfectly right! Truly excellent!" Jun Mo Xie praised profusely. He hadn't expected that the problem giving him the most headaches would be solved by Fatty Tang nauseating someone into leaving...

What is this if not 'You intentionally planted flowers but they wouldn't bloom; accidentally you tossed out a branch, and it grew into a forest'? Didn't that just happen?

"The fine wines you've sampled these past few days, we are going to auction them exclusively. Fatty, your first assignment since establishing yourself is to use these fine wines to generate the maximum possible wealth! Do you understand what I mean?" Jun Mo Xie’s smile reached his eyes as he patted the fatty's shoulder, feeling quite delighted.

"It shouldn't be a big problem. Ordinarily, wine is difficult to use as an auction item, but our wine is an exception. I feel setting the starting price at five hundred taels per jar should be feasible," Tang Yuan said with confidence. Compared to the current standard for fine wine, this price was already several times higher!

"A starting price of five hundred taels per jar?? What kind of joke are you playing!" Jun Mo Xie shook his head vehemently, vetoing it without mercy.

"Is it too high? Three hundred taels should be acceptable then. Any lower and it would be a shame for such fine wine. Although I don't claim deep expertise in wine, the spirits Brother Jun produces are absolutely the finest of the finest, far superior to anything I've tasted before! The final auction price will definitely be substantial, I’m sure it won't be less than three thousand silver taels!" Tang Yuan smacked his lips, sounding slightly uncertain.

"No, no! A final auction price of three thousand taels? Fatty, it seems you truly know nothing about wine. My target is... ten thousand! Per jar! Not one copper coin less!" Jun Mo Xie held up one finger, grinding his teeth together with a snap.

"Whoa!" Tang Yuan suddenly leaped up, achieving a height of three feet instantly! He landed with a heavy thud, and the surrounding fat jiggled down violently, slapping the ground, his belly bouncing twice!

Since Tang Yuan had grown rounder, in his memory, he hadn't seemed to be able to jump anymore. To suddenly achieve three feet of lift now was, to Tang Yuan himself, equivalent to possessing peerless lightness skill!

"Are you insane, man!" Tang Yuan hissed, sucking in cold air. It was unavoidable; having sprung up, the surrounding flesh had slapped hard against the ground, causing pain everywhere. Gritting his teeth, his face looked rather ferocious: "Ten thousand taels a jar! Do you think this is wine drunk by Immortals, that drinking a cup grants eternal life? Brother, what kind of joke is this! It's impossible, it will absolutely fail to sell!"

"I am not joking with you, nor is this a jest!" Jun Mo Xie waved his hand, smiling slyly: "It is indeed ten thousand taels per jar. Oh, and what I said about ten thousand taels is the starting price!"

Tang Yuan was utterly speechless. Rolling his eyes, he swayed as if about to faint.

"Don't worry, Fatty. I have already formulated a strategy," Jun Mo Xie smiled mysteriously.

He turned: "I’ve already found the location; it will be right opposite the Sheng Bao Hall. Fatty, you are now the Chief Manager; be fully prepared. Three days from now, Grand Opening!"

"So soon!" The fatty was startled: "Third Young Master, isn't the location opposite Sheng Bao Hall a brothel? When did you take it over? Isn't that spot a bit... inappropriate? Especially right opposite Sheng Bao Hall. Have you forgotten what my old man warned me about? My old man repeatedly instructed me never to provoke anyone from Sheng Bao Hall..."

"You coward! Have you forgotten how we dealt with that Li kid last time! I have plenty of ways; the renovations are almost complete," Jun Mo Xie scorned: "You really are a blockhead! Listen to everything I say, and you'll succeed!"

Tang Fatty pondered blankly for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "To hell with it! Having a place is better than having no place. Just how great is Sheng Bao Hall? Old Man Tang is going to square off with them!"

Having just roared his brave words, Fatty suddenly drooped his face again: "Third Young Master, you need to help me with one thing."

"What is it?" Jun Mo Xie grew wary. "Tell me first."

"My in-laws want to see me. Actually, it's their Eldest Miss who wants to see me, saying she wants to see what I actually look like;" Tang Yuan patted his massive belly, which nearly touched the ground: "I heard it’s because I was kicked out of my family, and they want to offer some comfort. But in this state, I really..."

"Your fiancée is quite open-minded. I’ve never heard of a fiancé and fiancée meeting like this for a date. However, she sounds like a good person. Fatty, women like that are hard to find; don't let her down!" Jun Mo Xie stroked his chin, smiling slyly. "How do you want me to help you?"

"I just want you to come with me," Tang Fatty’s spirits lifted: "If I get discouraged tomorrow, you can carry me back. I heard that Eldest Miss has a terrible temper..."

"I'm not going!" Jun Mo Xie refused outright: "Are you kidding me? This is the first meeting between you two, equivalent to a blind date. Why would you drag me along? Even complementing a red flower with green leaves isn't done this way?!"

Jun Mo Xie puffed out his chest, squinting at Tang Yuan: "Look at me, look at this face." As he spoke, he patted his own face: "Hmm, do you understand now?"

"Understand what?" Tang Yuan blinked his small eyes, bewildered by what he meant.

"Idiot! I've made it so clear, and you still don't get it. You already look like you're letting people down just by your appearance, and then you bring along someone as supremely handsome, elegant, graceful, breathtakingly magnificent as I am—a pearl of jade, red-lipped and white-toothed, the most beautiful youth under heaven! Who would look at you then?" Young Master Jun spoke in one breath, spitting out a string of clichés, even admiring his own erudition, though he was nearly breathless.

"So what? You're just going as support," Tang Yuan gave him a look of utter disdain: "Say, why did I never notice how narcissistic you are before?!"

"Whether I'm narcissistic or not isn't the point. The key is, what if your wife falls for me? This isn't an unnecessary warning. One is a towering jade, the other is earth and soil; as long as she's a person, she knows how to choose!" Young Master Jun squinted, striking a profound pose.

"That makes sense," Tang Yuan stroked his chin, considering seriously, clearly estimating the probability of this scenario. "How about you put on some makeup to go? Dot your face with some pockmarks, draw a few scars on it! Then you won't be the towering jade anymore?"

Jun Mo Xie completely collapsed, retreating in defeat: "I'm going to find Third Uncle now and ask him to send out the invitations for the grand opening. Don't look for me if nothing is wrong, and don't look for me if something is wrong either."

"Don't forget to accompany me tomorrow. This is a matter of life and death!" Tang Yuan shouted after him, but the Killing God Jun walked even faster.

Young Master Jun arrived at just the right time. Third Master Jun had only just settled Eagle Bo Kong. Jun Wu Yi’s attitude towards the Supreme Elder moving into the small courtyard was much better than Jun Mo Xie’s. Jun Wu Yi was also in a stage of recent advancement, with many perplexing issues; having Eagle Bo Kong move in was exactly what he desired, something he couldn't ask for better.

Third Master Jun directly gave up his study. Since entering the study, Eagle Bo Kong had not emerged. He was holding a brush, painstakingly drawing out the stances Jun Mo Xie had demonstrated, occasionally rising to practice a few moves, then sitting back down, frowning, contemplating, and sketching...

The master, Jun Wu Yi, was effectively kicked out.

This was clearly a textbook case of the cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest!

However, Jun Wu Yi didn't mind at all; on the contrary, he was quite pleased, relaxing comfortably in his wheelchair, enjoying the splendid autumn scenery. It was at this moment that Young Master Jun arrived.

"Invitations? Grand Opening?" Third Master Jun took a sharp breath as he flipped through the thick stack of invitations one by one: "Mo Xie, you truly favor the rich over the poor. Everyone on this list of yours, aside from royalty and nobility, are the great and wealthy families; you've listed almost everyone with standing in Tian Xiang City."

"Third Uncle, our auction house deals in high-priced goods that only the nobility can afford. To put it bluntly, even ordinary people worth millions wouldn't dare step inside. Think about it, the starting bid for one jar of wine is ten thousand silver taels; how could common folk afford that?"

Jun Mo Xie rolled his eyelids: "I've even thought of the name: Noble District! This time, if I don't peel a layer of skin off every rich magnate in Tian Xiang City, I will not rest. Money, after all, is a wonderful thing. While money isn't everything, it can certainly cover nine-tenths of things."

Jun Wu Yi felt a chill run down his spine.

His nephew's ideas were simply too audacious!

"Hmph, Third Uncle, don't be surprised so quickly. This is just the beginning! I'll let everyone taste good wine. After this batch is auctioned, I will stop brewing! Let them go back to drinking their usual inferior liquors, hahaha... At that time, we'll play monopoly; there will only be a limited few jars auctioned every day. Want to drink? Heh heh, bring the silver! I will have all my wine sold at sky-high prices! Hahaha!" Jun Mo Xie roared with laughter.