CHAPTER 101: FUNDING THE CLINIC

What kind of creature was this man?

He never made any noise when walking.

If Yue Mingxuan didn’t have a strong heart, he would’ve been scared to death by now.

And a night prowling man entering the residence meant trouble.

This perverted men must be here for no good reason.

Even though Yue Mingxuan was annoyed inside, he didn’t dare show it on his face.

He muttered softly, "Nothing. I was just thinking about steamed meat buns and got a little happy."

Shang Qinghua heard him and knew he was lying, but he didn’t bother to expose him.

He simply sat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Yue Mingxuan wanted to stop him, but the moment he remembered the debt of gold he owed, he swallowed the words back down.

When he saw Shang Qinghua’s expression twist after taking a sip, Yue Mingxuan nearly burst out laughing.

That tea... was leftover cold tea from last night.

Sui He hadn’t had time to change it and yet he drank it.

Yue Mingxuan pretended not to see Shang Qinghua’s face turning a little ugly.

He poured that tea himself and none of it had anything to do with him.

A moment later, Shang Qinghua’s voice rose with suppressed anger.

"This Hunting Festival, who did you choose to go with you?"

Hunting Festival again.

When Yue Mingxuan heard those three words, his head hurt.

The shop he planned to open was still a mess with no clear progress.

He still had no idea where he was going to find the missing silver.

He didn’t want to attend at all, but because of the Flower God title, he couldn’t avoid it.

He sighed.

"I think I only need to give the blessing. I don’t need to choose anyone."

After he heard that, the corner of Shang Qinghua’s mouth lifted into a faint smile.

For some reason when he heard Yue Mingxuan answer he feels pleased.

When Yue Mingxuan saw Shang Qinghua’s dark mood suddenly turn bright, an idea flashed in his mind.

He glanced at Shang Qinghua and carefully opened his mouth.

"Well... Prince Shang... could you lend me some silver?"

Shang Qinghua raised a brow.

So the last time, he really had taken all the money from this person.

But why did he need money now?

Shang Qinghua didn’t speak.

He simply waited calmly for Yue Mingxuan to continue.

Seeing Shang Qinghua give no reaction, Yue Mingxuan began to regret asking him.

But since the words were already spoken, he could only grit his teeth and finish.

"I... I want to open a medical clinic, but I don’t have enough money. If you lend me some, I’ll pay you interest."

Shang Qinghua was a little surprised.

In all the information he had gathered before, he never heard that Yue Mingxuan knew medicine.

But the person standing in front of him clearly did.

Just the method he used to treat cold poison was enough to be called "excellent doctor."

But a prince from one kingdom opening a clinic in another country and showing himself openly on the streets, well, that was indeed shocking.

Thinking of this, Shang Qinghua felt a sudden spark of interest.

He wanted to see just what kind of trouble this person could stir up.

He lightly tapped the table with his fingers and asked casually, "Then how much interest do you plan to give to me?"

"Two percent." Yue Mingxuan bit his teeth and said it.

This interest was even higher than the rates the money houses charged.

The only reason he dared to ask for such a high number was because he had confidence in his own medical skills.

He couldn’t cure rare or deadly illnesses, but normal sicknesses were no problem at all.

After all, compared to these ancient people, he had more than a thousand years of accumulated knowledge.

After a moment, Shang Qinghua stopped tapping the table.

His voice became slow.

"For such a small amount of money, I’m not bother with interest. I won’t charge you any."

When Yue Mingxuan heard that, he almost doubted his own ears.

When did this stingy prince ever speak so kindly?

If it weren’t nighttime, he would have stuck his head out the window to check if the sun was rising from the west.

"You don’t need to repay the money. But I want thirty percent of your clinic’s shares."

Shang Qinghua said this and began playing with the teacup in his hand.

The tea was terrible, but the cup’s craftsmanship was rather fine.

Yue Mingxuan stared at him with suspicion.

This man’s behavior looked like he was giving him free money.

Why was he so sure the clinic would even make a profit?

And if it didn’t?

What then?

Thinking of this, Yue Mingxuan hesitated and asked softly,

"Then what if my clinic doesn’t make any money?"

Shang Qinghua stood up and placed a banknote on the table.

"If it does not make profit within one year, then you will repay this king with three percent interest."

Yue Mingxuan thought for a moment, then reached out and picked up the banknote.

He secretly looked at it.

It said one thousand taels.

Three percent interest on one thousand taels of silver was not much.

Thinking this, he spoke happily, "Then it’s settled."

Shang Qinghua said nothing.

He lifted his robe slightly and walked out.

Yue Mingxuan held the banknote tightly and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Since the money was ready, the only thing left was fixing the clinic and choosing a good day to open.

With this big problem solved, Yue Mingxuan continued working on his "business plan."

Now he did not need to squeeze his brain to save money, so his planning speed became much faster.

In less than an hour, a brand-new design was done.

Yue Mingxuan looked at the design with great satisfaction.

Then he took out the banknote he had tucked inside his clothes.

With this banknote, he could start construction tomorrow, right?