My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 474 - 322 Miss Lu Wan, King You Wangque_2

Chapter 474: Chapter 322 Miss Lu Wan, King You Wangque_2

Harvesting leeks, Zhao Rong was quite experienced in that.

Take this business of issuing cards, for example.

A simple card offer, how could that satisfy the vast needs of the leek public?

If Zhao Rong were the owner of Chen’s Carriage Shop, wouldn’t he immediately roll out a bunch of ’money-saving’ services for the customers?

First off, he would set a time limit on this glaze Crystal Card, which right now, absurdly, doesn’t have? At the very least, he would stagger them, offering a monthly luxury Silver Card, an annual extravagant Gold Card, and a lifetime supreme Crystal Card, with services increasing accordingly...

Then, during festivals and holidays, he would launch a big promotional sale on card subscriptions; if there weren’t any holidays, he would invent some, otherwise how could he live up to everyone’s enthusiasm for spending?

Later, he would have the clerks and coachmen stress to the customers that getting a card now was the lowest price of the year, and instill in them the consumerist notion that ’missing a discount is a huge loss’...

Forget it, no point in thinking about it for them.

Inside the carriage of Chen’s, Zhao Rong, who was worrying about the business owner’s concerns, smiled lightly.

He didn’t explain much in response to Lu Wan’s words, or teach her how to do business.

After all, Lu Wan was just a coachman who did the hard labor.

Besides, Zhao Rong had no interest in teaching people how to do business, though if he ever ran short on money, he might give it a try himself...

Zhao Rong suddenly said, "Loyalty? Hmm, now that Miss Lu has put it that way, I feel reassured."

He smiled and said, "Then I’ll trouble Miss Lu to help me issue another ten cards."

Lu Wan furrowed her brow, the movements of her hands coming to a halt.

She doubted what she heard, "Ten... ten cards? Master Zhao is getting so many, it’s... it’s a waste of money."

Zhao Rong glanced at her expression.

If I directly offer you money as compensation, you most likely won’t accept it.

He complained inwardly.

But out loud, he said:

"It’s not just for me, it’s for several close friends from the Academy who entrusted me with this task. Miss Lu’s service is pretty good. I mentioned it to them, and upon hearing it they slapped their thighs on the spot, saying that a quality carriage shop and coachman like this must be supported."

Zhao Rong sighed softly, "At first glance, they’ve been swindled severely by other carriage shops in the city, suffering under deceit for a long time. Now that they know of an honest coachman like Miss Lu, they all asked me to get the cards for them."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wan’s face turned slightly red and she still sounded somewhat skeptical, "Really, really?"

Zhao Rong nodded earnestly.

Lu Wan hesitated, "It’s just that ten cards seem too many..."

Zhao Rong took out ten Lower Grade Spirit Stones and handed them over, interrupting, "Please make sure to fulfill the wishes of my friends, Miss Lu. Well, if we could proceed with the registration, the name of the first friend is Lin Wenruo."

He didn’t hesitate at all and just spat out the names.

"The second is Gu Yiwu."

"The third is Fan Yushu."

"Oh, okay, Master, slowly."

Afterward, Zhao Rong casually reported the names of a few friends, and realizing that there were still a few card slots remaining,

he included Zhu Yourong, Yu Huaijin, Li Xueyou, and others as well.

As for Qing Jun and Qian’er...

Cough, cough, Zhao Rong wasn’t so naive as to let them meet Lu Wan.

Well, it was just ten Lower Grade Spirit Stones anyway, not expensive.

At least to Zhao Rong, who had visited markets of the Mountain Immortals in the past, this sum wasn’t much; he needed twenty-one Lower Grade Spirit Stones just for a boat ticket to Du You City.

A Lower Grade Spirit Stone, in the trade among Cultivators on the mountain, was just a basic unit.

But watching Lu Wan’s expression, Zhao Rong felt that for mortals, it was probably quite a lot.

Actually, Zhao Rong’s thoughts weren’t far off.

At the moment, Lu Wan, though busy with processing the card registration procedures, couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear.

For someone like Lu Wan, scraping a living in Du You City at the bottom of society, although she was more worldly than the common folk below the mountain, her expenses were greater too.

But one Spirit Stone was already a considerable sum.

Normally, the commission for issuing one card was enough for her and her family to live comfortably for quite a few days.

Lu Wan said somewhat anxiously, "Master... Master, should I give you a discount..."

Zhao Rong waved his hand grandly, "No, absolutely not, those guys are wealthy, definitely don’t let them save any money, charge exactly what you should, otherwise, it’s an insult to them."

Lu Wan: "..."

She swallowed her words and then cheerfully handed over the ten glaze Crystal Cards and ten bronze bells to Zhao Rong.

The latter took them, planning to casually give them away another day.

Lu Wan carefully put away the ten Lower Grade Spirit Stones and restarted the carriage.

She couldn’t help but say, "Master Zhao, you’re clearly a dragon among men, with so many close friends."

Zhao Rong wanted to nod in agreement, but he restrained himself and modestly said, "I guess, it’s because they’re giving me face."

As he finished speaking, he turned his head back to the window.

The spacious carriage with the ’Chen’ sign was moving steadily along the riverside road.

From the viewpoint of Zhao Rong’s window.

The sky was vast, and the river wide.

On both banks of the great river outside Du You City, the traffic of boats and people was thriving, and there were numerous floating ferries in the sky.

Zhao Rong’s eyes shifted, gazing into the distance.

His gaze subconsciously fell on the magnificent You Mountain within the towering Du You City, which changed its colors daily like donning new garments.

He could vaguely make out the silhouette of the grand platform atop You Mountain.

Today, You Mountain was covered in lush greenery.

Contrasted with the autumnal yellow woods outside the city,

it was as if it basked in the spring breeze of a flourishing March.

In Zhao Rong’s eyes flowed a hint of reminiscence.