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    Lu Xiaobu and the others arrived at the Ye Zuixing Bar. Since it was still early, and the bar wasn’t officially open yet, plus Lu Xiaobu had smashed the bar just last night causing a "closed for renovation" sign to be put up, there was no one around.

    As the group pushed open the door, they found Zhang Wenliang with a swollen face inside, accompanied by a group of people.

    Zhang Wenliang: "Xiaobu..."

    Lu Xiaobu: "Hmm?"

    Zhang Wenliang gritted his teeth: "Uncle! Uncle!"

    Lu Xiaobu chuckles: "Hmm. Reward one hundred."

    Zhang Wenliang, looking at the money handed over by Liang Lan, not knowing whether to accept it or not, was shaking with frustration.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Hmm?"

    Zhang Wenliang stiffened up and hurriedly took the money: "Thanks, uncle! Uncle!"

    Lu Xiaobu nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, reward one hundred!"

    "I... this... you..." Zhang Wenliang, looking at another hundred yuan coming his way, was left flustered in the wind. sea??h thё n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Hmm?"

    "Thanks, uncle!" Zhang Wenliang, on the verge of breaking down, took the money.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Hmm, reward..."

    "Hold on!" Zhang Wenliang immediately interrupted, realizing if this continued, it would never end. He painfully pleaded: "Uncle, I’m begging you, can you stop playing? Isn’t it enough that I’m calling you uncle? Uncle, isn’t it enough that you’re my real uncle?"

    "Hehe." Wu Qianmin on the side let out an unscrupulous laugh.

    This once majestic Zhang Wenliang, Young Master Zhang, was completely unable to hold his head high in front of Lu Xiaobu.

    "Great-nephew, what brings you here?" Lu Xiaobu asked with a satisfied smile.

    "It’s just that you smashed the bar yesterday, shattered it into pieces, and we haven’t had the chance to renovate it yet. I brought a renovation team over to help you fix it up. They were the ones who originally did the bar, and most of the damage is superficial, so it can be restored quickly, and we should be able to reopen today!" Zhang Wenliang hurriedly explained the situation.

    "Oh, right, I totally forgot I smashed the bar." Lu Xiaobu slapped his forehead.

    "You really are..." Zhang Wenliang instinctively showed a disdainful smile.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Hmm?"

    "Awesome!" Zhang Wenliang shivered with fear and quickly changed his tune: "Uncle is the most awesome! May you dominate Jianghu for generations!"

    Lu Xiaobu laughed mischievously: "Not bad."

    The surrounding renovation crew were trying to hold back their laughter, their faces turning red.

    These were the Zhang Family’s long-time renovation team, and they knew Young Master Zhang’s temperament very well—he cared deeply about face.

    Even in the face of his own father’s fists, he would talk back.

    But now, in front of this prodigal son, he was completely cornered.

    "Seriously though, what style of renovation do you want? We could try something new." Zhang Wenliang quickly got back on track.

    "Style?" Lu Xiaobu stroked his chin, looking at the dilapidated but overall wooden-structured bar, his eyes gleaming: "I want an ancient style."

    "Ancient style?" Zhang Wenliang was baffled.

    "Haven’t you seen it? Like those Jianghu knights with knives and swords, who slam the table as they enter: ’Waiter, half a kilo of beef, a jar of Daughter Red wine.’"

    Lu Xiaobu excitedly described: "Then suddenly, several black-clothed swordsmen who were lying in ambush jump out, clanging and slashing all around, and once the fray ends, they step on the bodies of their foes, eat meat heartily, drink heartily—wouldn’t that be delightful?"

    "Uh..." Zhang Wenliang was flustered.

    "This..." The renovation team was confused.

    "Sigh..." Wu Qianmin and Liang Lan looked up to the sky.

    Only Zhang Meng stroked his chin, revealing a trace of longing: "Young Master, what a great idea!"

    "Right, Zhang Meng, you think so too, right?" Lu Xiaobu grew more excited: "In that case, we won’t need those dancers anymore, just bring in a couple of storytellers, and halfway through the storytelling, draw swords to slay some foes, then leave coolly, dropping a line of poetry: ’Kill one within ten steps, leaving no trace across a thousand miles!’"

    "Yep, the payment has to be made with silver, slammed down on the table," Zhang Meng also couldn’t contain his excitement.

    The master and servant pair were completely lost in their martial arts fantasy, bantering back and forth.

    The others could only watch this scene with resignation.

    "Alright, let’s do it this way," Lu Xiaobu immediately clapped his hands in excitement.

    "Wait, wait, what do you mean ’let’s do it this way’?" Zhang Wenliang broke down: "Uncle, this isn’t realistic, we can’t pull it off."

    He had gotten used to calling him ’uncle’ by now.

    "Nonsense, what do you mean we can’t pull it off? If you can’t do it, just say so, I’ll handle it. Let me show you what a spendthrift can do!" Lu Xiaobu waved his hand grandly: "First, get all the trash out of the shop."

    "You’re the professional, go talk some sense into him," Zhang Wenliang said to the renovation team leader.

    He cared about appearances, love for face, if he’s doing it, then it must be done beautifully!

    Otherwise, if it turns out to be a mess, it would be a huge embarrassment for him.

    After all, no outsider would say a spendthrift doesn’t understand renovation; the blame would fall only on him, the Zhang Family Young Master who owns several dozen bars.

    "Young Master Bu." The renovation team leader really wanted to say a few words too.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Do it well, each person gets five thousand."

    Team Leader: "Alright, Young Master, do we still keep the bar?"

    "Not you, you!" Zhang Wenliang went crazy, a mutiny already?

    "Get rid of it, remove everything, any table, chair, anything modern, throw them all out," Lu Xiaobu immediately said.

    "Yes, Young Master, you just watch," the team leader was extremely excited.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Sister Lan, go buy some old wooden tables, chairs, cabinets, etc., the older the better, remember to look for the ancient style."

    "Yes." Liang Lan reluctantly agreed—whatever makes Young Master Bu happy is fine.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Qianmin, contact some photo studios, drama groups or something, buy up all the ancient costumes, wash them clean and bring them back."

    "Alright," Wu Qianmin reluctantly responded—she had given up resisting.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Zhang Meng, go buy some plastic imitation cold weapons like knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, tridents, hooks, forks, etc., get a lot of them, if they are not available, have the toy manufacturers rush to make them, money is no issue, but remember, they can be of low quality but not high, to avoid actually injuring someone."

    "Understood," Zhang Meng agreed energetically: "A friend of mine does just that, I guarantee to complete the task."

    Lu Xiaobu: "Zhang Wenliang, you know alcohol, go handle the alcohol jars and such."

    "Why should I..." Zhang Wenliang wasn’t willing to do it.

    Lu Xiaobu: "Hmm?"

    "Understood, uncle, I’m on it right away," Zhang Wenliang’s response was almost reflexive, he jumped up and immediately agreed.

    "Hehe," Lu Xiaobu chuckled: "Big nephew, trying to fight me?"

    "Young Master Bu, all the unwanted items have been thrown out," the renovation team excitedly reported back.

    "Good, reward, five thousand each," Lu Xiaobu stayed true to his word.

    "Thank you Young Master Bu, Young Master Bu for thousands of autumns, rule over Jianghu forever!"

    The renovation team was beyond excited—usually, when they renovate a bar, each person wouldn’t even get five thousand.

    "Like you heard my earlier instructions, the rest I’ll leave to you, you are the professionals, create a perfect ancient pub for me, if you do well, I won’t be stingy," Lu Xiaobu said again.

    "Alright, Young Master Bu, just you watch," the team leader rubbed his hands together, they were extremely excited now.

    "No need to say more, don’t care how many people it takes, it’s eight o’clock in the evening now, finish by midnight, five thousand per person, and for every hour earlier, each person gets an additional five thousand," Lu Xiaobu declared generously.

    "Alright, Young Master!" The renovation team went crazy, they had to earn this money even if it killed them!

    "Brothers, two hours, any problem?" the team leader roared excitedly.

    "No!"

    "Alright, get moving!" the team leader shouted, eyes red.

    It didn’t matter how many people, and the style Young Master asked for was that old-fashioned look, moreover, since they had originally renovated it, it’s more of a transformation than renovation; now, with the workers in an extremely excited state, working frantically, two hours should be doable!