My Wife is A Sword God

“Qiyuan City?” Manager Peng, was somewhat puzzled, then anxiously asked, “Young Master, have I done something wrong? Are you asking me to leave Jinyang City?”

Qin Feng knew that the other party misunderstood his intention, so he explained the reason.

After listening, Manager Peng, was both surprised and moved, and said, “Young master, you mean that I will be responsible for all matters related to the restaurant from now on?”

You should know that Jinyang City is no longer what it used to be, and due to Qin Feng’s foresight, most of the restaurants in the city have become the property of the Qin family.

The profit involved every month is an astonishing amount!

Such a large industry, and the young master actually trusts an outsider to manage it?

What a level of trust this is!

Qin Feng nodded, “I have too many things to handle, and I can’t put too much energy into this anymore. From now on, you will be the manager of the restaurant.”

“This time, I want you to go to Qiyuan City, hoping that you can establish a branch of Moonlit Pavilion there. Can you do it?”

Peng Qing understood that the trip to Qiyuan City was a test from the young master. If he could do well, the young master would trust him more.

So he immediately clasped his fists and said, “Young Master, please rest assured, I will definitely make Moonlit Pavilion’s reputation soar in Qiyuan City!”

“Good.” Qin Feng nodded, then listed out many details of the restaurant management and discussed them carefully with Manager Peng.

However, due to the passing of Senior Li, the brewing of Drunken Immortal was put on hold.

Qin Feng contemplated.

The success of Moonlit Pavilion’s business model was mainly due to hot pot and alcoholic beverages.

There was no need to worry about hot pot, as Peng Qing’s ability was more than enough to manage it.

However, Drunken Immortal involved a new brewing process, and the profits involved were huge. If they were to seek a new cooperation with a wine workshop, they had to find someone trustworthy.

But in the face of immense profits, even relatives might turn against each other, let alone outsiders.

After all, people like Senior Li were very rare in this world.

Suddenly, Qin Feng’s eyes lit up because he thought of a direction—the group of craftsmen from the Divine Workshop!

“These people love money, but they have their principles. Elder Yuan is also a person who values principles. Moreover, they have sought my help and have been wanting to learn those new and intriguing physics knowledge.”

In summary, the Divine Workshop is indeed the ideal partner!

As for whether these Scroll Masters can brew wine, Qin Feng is not overly concerned.

In the process of dealing with them, Qin Feng also knows that these people have engaged in various crafts to earn funds for precious materials used in research.

This includes opening a winery, but these methods of making money are too slow, far less profitable than working for the government.

Because of this, those ways of making money were quickly abandoned by them!

“It looks like when I go to the Demon Slaying Department to check in tomorrow, I’ll have to look for them again.”

Thinking of this, Qin Feng subconsciously cleared his throat.

I wonder if his throat can handle it tomorrow.

“No, before going tomorrow, I need to drink several pots of tea.”

The next morning, there was another nightmare.

Qin Feng suddenly sat up from the bed, panting heavily.

It was that nightmare again, exactly the same as the last time!

The Thousand Swords Sect, Sword Formation, Heavenly Tribulation, the terrifying red thunder!

But this time, the dream was more detailed and more realistic.

He even saw the touch of sadness in Liu Jianli’s eyes and heard her whispering “Husband” as she was engulfed by the red thunder.

“What is going on with this dream?” Qin Feng rubbed his forehead, feeling exhausted.

If he only dreamed once, it might be due to lovesickness.

But to dream continuously twice?

And the dreams are exactly the same, always making him inexplicably panicked, deeply worried about Liu Jianli’s safety.

“Will she be okay?

No, she’ll be fine. She is Liu Jianli, the most talented person in The Great Qian in the Sword Dao.

She will definitely be fine.”

Qin Feng kept comforting himself.

Outside the room, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Qin Feng said feebly as he was distracted by his thoughts.

Qing’er gently pushed open the door and approached, opening the window. “Young Master, the weather is really nice today.  I will help you open the window for ventilation.”

“Oh, Young Master, why does your complexion look so bad? Could it be that you’re sick?”

“Bad complexion?” Qin Feng was puzzled.

Qing’er quickly took a bronze mirror from the table and handed it over. “Young Master, take a look for yourself.”

Qin Feng took the mirror and looked inside. The face revealed was handsome but extremely haggard.

With dark circles under the eyes, a hint of bloodshot, and a pale complexion, as if suffering from kidney deficiency.

“No matter, it should be because I haven’t slept well these past few days.” Qin Feng rubbed his forehead.

“Young Master, are you really okay? Should I find a physician for you?” Qing’er asked with concern.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng’s lips curled. “Qing’er, have you forgotten what I’m good at?”

Qing’er thought for a moment, then smiled awkwardly. “I almost forgot. Young Master is the most formidable physician in the city.

But your complexion…”

“Go and bring me a basin of hot water. I’ll wash up, and it should be fine.”

“Alright, Young Master, I’ll go right away.”

At this moment, Qin Feng remembered something else and added, “Brew me a pot of tea. No, brew two pots!”

Qing’er looked puzzled. Was the Young Master planning to drink so much tea early in the morning? Coupled with his abnormal complexion, could it be that he was suffering from kidney deficiency?

Thinking of this, she looked at him with some suspicion, as if confirming something.

“Hmm? Qing’er, what are you looking at?” Qin Feng asked curiously when he saw that the other party was not leaving.

“Nothing, nothing.” Qing’er’s face turned red and she left in a hurry.

Why do I feel your gaze is a bit impolite? Qin Feng followed the other person’s previous gaze and looked at his body. He suddenly understood and his face froze.

With Black Charcoal Head, Qin Feng hurriedly went to the Demon Slaying Department. After checking in with Mr. Zhou, Qin Feng hurriedly ran towards the bathroom.

I drank two pots of tea early in the morning, so I’m not in a hurry.

After a moment of relaxation, he walked out. The wooden door on the side made a creaking sound at the same time, accompanied by the sighs of a man.

Turning his head, it was Si Zheng with black circles under his eyes, looking listless.

“Lord Si, so you’re here. I was wondering why I didn’t see you reviewing documents in the main hall.” Qin Feng said.

At the mention of documents, Si Zheng’s entire face turned bitter as a bitter gourd. The time he spent in Jinyang City since Zhou Kai arrived was the darkest period of his life.

Clearly, Jinyang City had undergone tremendous changes. Clearly, the brothels in the city had been renovated and upgraded.

But he hadn’t even visited once!

The two chatted briefly, and in every three sentences, Si Zheng would inevitably sigh, indicating that he was really having a tough time.

Just as they were about to part ways, Qin Feng asked, “By the way, Lord Si, where has Miss Cang been recently?”

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