Published: March 4, 2025
### Chapter 63: Heavenly Weapon Pavilion, Open for Business
The plaque directly facing the main street, with the three golden characters "Heavenly Weapon Pavilion" soaring and dancing in the sunlight, shone brightly, illuminating half the street in gold. It was dazzling.
The couplets to the left and right were also made of silver, painted in gold. The entire storefront exuded the face of a nouveau riche. As soon as one approached, a strong stench of copper money assaulted the senses.
Upper couplet: "Cutting iron like mud is not a dream, let you open your eyes!"
Lower couplet: "I have divine weapons, come quickly if you want!"
Horizontal inscription: "No patience to wait!"
Then, leaning against the door, there was a notice board: "Heavenly Weapon Pavilion, open for money, no entry if you have less gold or silver. One hundred thousand silver as the starting point, a million gold isn’t even rich, rare and precious treasures on display, enter and you shall be satisfied."
Not only was it the behavior of a nouveau riche, but it also seemed quite uncultured. From the plaque to the couplets, everything was incredibly tacky. Even those few characters were crooked and filled with a sinister energy, as if a mouse dipped its tail in ink and, after getting drunk on a bowl of wine, dragged its tail to draw them.
Then, Boss Chu sat straight, waiting for the fat sheep to arrive. This was akin to Jiang Taigong fishing, those who are willing get hooked. (Naturally, Chu Yang was unaware of this analogy, but unfortunately, there was a charming and talented woman named Feng Ling who knew it well.)
I must say, after several days and nights, Chu Yang was quite tired, but also very excited.
The feeling of gaining without labor was simply wonderful. No wonder so many people want to be thieves. Just stretch out your hand, and gold and silver are at your fingertips; it’s truly delightful.
Robbing the rich to help the poor, well, that makes some sense. Back then, they were so rich, while I was poor as dirt; taking a little back wasn’t that bad for helping the poor, right?
With the opening of the "Heavenly Weapon Pavilion," it directly caught the eye of everyone who saw it. It was too ostentatious, too outrageous! In all the dynasties, I have never seen business done like this!
This was not doing business; it was purely offending people! And not only did they offend others but also degraded themselves first.
In an instant, this "Heavenly Weapon Pavilion" became known as the biggest joke since the founding of the Iron Cloud Nation.
Quick! Go take a look, a crazy person of reverse heaven’s level is opening a store!
Suddenly, outside the Heavenly Weapon Pavilion, a large crowd quickly gathered to watch the spectacle. It was a gloomy day; since everyone was idle anyway, it was nice to see this fool.
However, everyone was also puzzled. Why was this fool flaunting himself here? Did he have to come to the most prosperous Imperial City street in Iron Cloud City to embarrass himself? Was this person’s mind broken? But if he was really a fool… where did he get all this silver to open a store here?
Boss Chu was propped up casually, with nothing on the counter except a cup of tea. The steam and aroma wafted from the cup, and Boss Chu's head bobbed along with the rising fragrance: he was really tired…
On the left side of the inner door, hung a sword, a knife, a short sword, and a short dagger! It seemed these four items were the foundation of his grand opening… and were his prepared "divine weapons."
Outside, the chaotic voices were all speculating, murmuring, and laughing… Chu Yang paid no attention. The people he intended to do business with were not these onlookers.
Moreover, Chu Yang's memories from his past life clearly told him: the Iron Cloud Nation might not care about other matters, but the words "Heavenly Soldier" would definitely touch the sensitive nerves of the high-ranking officials of the Iron Cloud Nation!
"Make way, make way! Good dogs don’t block the way. You, what are you gonna do?!" A loud and unreasonable shout came from afar, and several burly men with open collars swaggered over like crabs. Wherever they went, the crowd scattered as if they had seen a plague god.