Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1228 - 1125: The Comical Fatty (Part 2)

After hearing this, Lin Yi also nodded in satisfaction. Ever since Xiao Zihan came over, life had become so much easier for him.

At the very least, he no longer had to worry about making money. All he needed to do was keep pushing forward, build up his own core team, train a powerful army. As for everything else, he could just leave it all to Xiao Zihan.

Once they’d roughly set all kinds of plans, Xiao Zihan dove headfirst back into the workshop again.

Time passed day by day like that.

About a week later, a shop suddenly appeared in the Capital City. This shop was luxuriously decorated, and the goods it sold were nothing else but scented soap.

The appearance of the scented soap immediately caused a huge stir, especially since the signboard hanging over the door read "Royal Court Supplies Store."

It was the only shop in the entire Capital City bearing the name of the Royal Family, and everyone who passed by and saw that plaque was shocked and curious, itching to go in and see what exactly they were selling inside.

After all, the two characters "imperial use" directly grabbed everyone’s attention. Come on, the things in here were specially supplied to the Imperial Palace, the very things the Emperor himself used. How could that not make them curious?

Some high-ranking nobles and officials, upon seeing it, couldn’t help but feel their hands itch. They dreamed of using the same quality items as the Emperor. What an honor that would be, what a symbol of status and rank.

Because of this, the shop was packed to the brim on opening day. And once people went in and discovered that the goods being sold weren’t expensive at all—a small piece only cost one tael of silver—everyone instantly went wild.

Among them, a middle-aged fatty dressed in brocade finery strutted in.

A very prettily dressed female shop assistant behind the counter spoke up with a bold tone:

"Come, come, little miss here, weigh me out two jin of those things inside. They smell really fragrant, I want to taste what they’re like."

As he spoke, he didn’t forget to give his wide sleeve a dramatic flick, fishing out a bright yellow ingot of gold from within and slapping it down on the wooden counter with a thud.

This lavish move instantly drew everyone’s attention. All eyes turned toward the fatty, which only made him even more smug. He thoroughly enjoyed being the focus of all these gazes; it made his whole body feel comfortable. Especially since he also noticed the strange look in the shopgirl’s eyes. In his heart he thought, seems my little trick really works on women—at the very least, this little lass in front of me must be utterly bewitched by me, right?

To be fair, the shop assistants here really were fresh-faced beauties, and their outfits were truly pleasing to the eye. It was the first time he’d ever seen clothing like that; just looking at it made him itch with desire.

If not for the "imperial exclusive" sign hanging at the door, he would’ve already sent his lackeys in to snatch the girl.

Right now, the shop assistant was indeed looking at the fatty with a very odd expression, but it was absolutely not the dazed, lovestruck look he imagined. It was the kind of gaze you’d use on an idiot.

People like this fatty were a dime a dozen to the shop staff. In these first few days after opening, there had been plenty of customers like him every day—arrogant faces, grand gestures, casually tossing out a few ingots of gold like it was nothing happened all the time.

And frankly, among that crowd, many were a lot better looking than this fatty—at the very least, they didn’t look this greasy.

Still, someone as narcissistic as this fatty was a first.

Seeing his nose-in-the-air posture and that smug expression, the shop assistant really wanted to just give him a resounding slap.

But she’d been professionally trained, drilled over and over, and things like beating up customers were strictly forbidden.

So when faced with the fatty’s arrogant manner and shameless self-love, the shopgirl simply gave him a polite nod and smiled as she said:

"My apologies, Young Master. What we sell here is called scented soap. It may smell nice, but it’s not edible."

At those words, the fatty immediately widened his eyes, then stared at her with clear displeasure and snapped:

"Don’t you dare toy with me, Young Master!

This stuff looks delicious and sweet, and it smells so strong and fragrant. Just look, doesn’t it look exactly like osmanthus cake?

How could this thing not be edible?

Come on, bring me one. I’ll have a look for myself."

As he spoke, the fatty pointed straight at a lotus-shaped bar of soap and addressed the shopgirl.

Seeing this, the shopgirl politely took the lotus-shaped bar from behind her and carefully placed it in front of the fatty, preparing to explain.

But before she could speak, the fatty suddenly snatched it up, first holding it before his eyes for a look, then taking a deep sniff. His face was full of bliss.

"Mm, not bad at all. I was right—this really is osmanthus cake. There’s a faint osmanthus fragrance when you smell it. Mm, it’s even better than any I’ve had before."

Before the shopgirl could say a word, and under everyone’s stunned gaze, he opened his big mouth and took a huge bite.

As his teeth sank in, the fatty’s eyes bulged wide.

Chewing as he spoke, he mumbled:

"Huh? Why’s this thing all greasy when you chew it? Smells good, but it doesn’t taste that great."

By now the shopgirl was completely dumbfounded, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, her face full of shock. She’d even forgotten to stop him.

Seeing her stunned expression, the fatty grew even more pleased with himself. He thought it was his manly way of chomping that had bewitched her.

After all, this stuff was expensive. Judging by the price, a piece like this had to cost at least three taels of silver.

Three taels was no small purchasing power, so a tiny piece like this counted as quite pricey. People who bought it would probably nibble in tiny bites, savoring it slowly.

But he, Young Master, was filthy rich and bold, taking half the bar in a single bite. Not many people could pull that off.

It wasn’t just the shopgirl who was stunned; even the surrounding crowd of onlookers were gaping. Many of them were on their second or even third purchase, so they already knew what this thing was for.

At the same time, some started secretly wondering: the shopgirl had clearly told them this thing was for washing faces, or clothes, but never said it was edible. Had she forgotten to mention that part?

Just then, as the fatty gulped down that mouthful with a loud swallow, the shopgirl’s whole body couldn’t help but shiver like an Elf jolted upright. She hurriedly came back to her senses and rushed to stop him from stuffing the rest of the bar into his mouth:

"Young Master, you absolutely mustn’t eat it, you mustn’t!"

Hearing this and seeing the pretty shopgirl’s anxious movements, the fatty immediately grinned smugly.

Yet just as he opened his big mouth to keep arguing, he suddenly hiccupped.

[To be continued...]