Lin Shen didn't say anything, just glanced at Chen San and his group.
Chen San immediately shrank his neck, smiled awkwardly, and bowed to Cha Xiaoliang, "This gentleman, we were just passing by Tai Ping Fang tonight and accidentally forgot about the curfew."
"As we walked here, one of our brothers started to act crazy after drinking, and accidentally disturbed the boss."
"It's also the boss's kindness to take us in and let us spend the night here..."
Cha Xiaoliang looked at Chen San incredulously.
Since when did his temperament become so obedient?
Chen San couldn't possibly know such an aristocratic person, otherwise, he wouldn't have lived such a stifled life in the first half of his life.
It seems that this Mr. Lin...
In such a short time, he was able to subdue Chen San, which was quite remarkable.
Seeing Cha Xiaoliang's gaze,
Chen San subconsciously touched his neck.
The red handprint on it was still clearly visible.
Coming back from the brink of death, he realized how precious life was.
He didn't want to die!
Cha Xiaoliang bowed to Lin Shen, "Mr. Lin, should I escort these gentlemen away?"
Lin Shen stood up, shook his head, "Although their sudden visit tonight is a bit disturbing, there's nothing serious. Let them stay here. It's you who have worked hard, patrolling around at night."
Cha Xiaoliang was somewhat flattered and quickly said he dared not.
After saying goodbye, he left.
Just reminding Lin Shen to close the shop early, after all, it was curfew...
Chen San and the others didn't dare to stay longer either. When Cha Xiaoliang's figure disappeared from the alley, they hurriedly bid farewell and left.
The next day, after the curfew was lifted, they arrived at the entrance of Ruyi Supermarket early.
They patiently waited for Lin Shen to open the door.
After receiving Lin Shen's instructions, they started to work.
Two days later.
In a teahouse in the East Market.
There were many tea customers gathered together, chatting about the recent events in Chang'an City.
Chen San, carrying something, swaggered in.
With a sweep of his eyes,
He sat down at the table in the center of the teahouse.
"Tea Master, bring a pot of good tea." Chen San put on the airs of a wealthy young man, took out a handful of silver from his pocket, and lightly slapped it on the table.
The waiter in the shop shouted, "Alright, sir, I'll be right there..."
The Tea Master turned around at the sound, holding a copper kettle in one hand and a white porcelain cup in the other, about to place it in front of Chen San.
Chen San frowned when he saw it, waved his hand grandly, "No need, I have my own tea set."
With that, he reached into his arms.
And took out a glass cup, carefully placing it on the table.
The Tea Master couldn't help but gasp when he saw it, "Wow, sir, you are really bold. How dare you bring out such a rare item?"
"Aren't you afraid of bumping or scratching it?"
A transparent and pure cup!
The Tea Master was stunned. In his whole life, he had never seen such a cup.
The Tea Master's voice was not small, and people around them also cast their eyes over.
Seeing the cup, their eyes lit up.
"Is that a crystal cup..."
"Yes, that's right! It's a crystal cup. I've always heard scholars talk about this thing, but I never thought I would see one with my own eyes."
"I've been to His Majesty's banquet and seen the crystal cups used by His Majesty, but they're not of such good quality..."
"Who is this young master? So extravagant!"
"If I had such a cup, I would definitely treasure it. This young master dares to use it. If it accidentally breaks, all that silver will be gone!"
The discussions around made Chen San couldn't help but raise his head.
The praises or admiration satisfied his little vanity.
Of course not!
"It's okay. Even if it breaks, it breaks!" Chen San remembered what Lin Shen had said to him and waved his hand generously, saying, "Although this thing is worth some silver, objects are meant to be used."
This was very generous.
The shocked expressions of the people around grew even more intense.
Having seen people with generosity, they had never seen anyone so generous.
This enthusiastic discussion attracted even more people.
Almost the entire teahouse cast their gazes over.
"How much do you think such a cup is worth?"
"At least ten thousand!"
"Ten thousand? That's a joke. Ten thousand might only let you take a glance at it. It's worth at least tens of millions!"
"Which family's young master do you think he is? I think I've heard of such a person before in Chang'an City..."
"If not from the Changsun family, it's probably surnamed Li. Who else in Chang'an City could use such a good thing?"
At this moment,
Suddenly, a person stood up from the neighboring table, pointing at Chen San excitedly and said, "Chen San, you're Chen San!"
Chen San turned his head and saw a stranger's face.
It wasn't the brother he had arranged before.
He felt a little puzzled.
But there was no change in the situation, so he nodded in agreement, "Yes, it's me. What's the matter?"
Chen San?
This name sounds so cheap...
There was indeed an aristocrat surnamed Cheng in the Tang Dynasty, but the gap between Chen and Cheng was too big!
"Chen surname? I don't remember there being such an aristocratic family in Chang'an City."
"Which family's young master is he, but he came from Luoyang or Yangzhou?"
"It's also possible. The nobles from out of town come to show off in Chang'an. It's not uncommon."
The person who called out Chen San's name became even more excited, "How can you afford such a good cup? Did you steal it from some noble family?"
Steal?
This word sounded serious.
Everyone cast doubtful glances.
It shouldn't be that someone was stupid enough to steal such a precious thing and dare to flaunt it like this...
The person pointed at Chen San and shouted, "I know Chen San. Although he's not a slave or a humble person, he's just a
bandit rogue who relies on deception and trickery to make a living."
"Can he have such a good treasure?"
Bandit rogue, deception and trickery?
All eyes turned towards Chen San, and some even started to survey the street, watching for any suspicious people passing by.
Chen San's face darkened, and he said coldly, "I advise you not to insult people for no reason. This cup was bought with real money and silver."
There was a burst of laughter in the teahouse.
The person sneered, waved his hand, "Just you, can you afford such a thing? Let alone sell yourself, even if you sell yourself for ten generations, together you still can't afford such a treasure!"
Chen San casually picked up the glass cup and shook it in front of them, "This thing is worth some money, but it's not to the extent that I can't afford it."
With that, he loosened his grip, and with a crackling sound, the glass cup fell to the ground, breaking into pieces of glass shards.
"You see, does it make a sound?"