Shi Shuo transmigrated to the Zhenguan era, but with a System at his side, he wasn't worried in the least. He spent his time planting flowers and tending to the plants.
Someone wanted to bring a crowd to smash his tavern. That guy's father was someone even he couldn't afford to offend.
Shi Shuo said, “It's fine. Let them smash it. I'm not bothered.”
No matter how tough you are, you can't beat someone who can shout abuse in the street.
Someone paid a fortune to buy a mountain, muttering that he meant to cut off Shi Shuo's route.
Shi Shuo said, “It's fine. Send the street-shouter after him.”
Li Shimin said, “I want to build an age of prosperity. Give me some money to spend, and I'll make you a prince.”
“Oh, send the street-shouter...” Shi Shuo paused, then lowered his voice, his face dark with anger. “What does the Li family's throne have to do with my money? Isn't it better to be a merchant who cheats people for a living?”
Typo, Cheng Yaojin is not Chen Yaojin