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Soon, Jiang Han and Che Cheng, along with others, arrived at the entrance of a large estate. Che Cheng teasingly looked at Jiang Han, gesturing for him to open the door and let everyone see.
"Open the door, Shopkeeper Jiang! Why is there no movement now?" Wang Lao also stood by, speaking up. He continued, "If there aren't that many instant noodles inside, you know we won't need to give you the Ten Treasures! You still need to return our Weapons and Tokens!"
Wang Lao spoke earnestly about the terms of their bet, fearing that Jiang Han might deny it. Thousands of disaster victims had gathered outside the estate, eagerly watching Jiang Han and the courtyard.
Jiang Han slowly dismounted from his warhorse and approached the entrance, opening the large door. Everyone peered inside the courtyard and was indeed shocked to see mountains of instant noodles piled high.
"How is this possible? So many instant noodles?" Che Cheng exclaimed as he hurried forward to take a closer look. He even ran into the courtyard himself and found that the spacious area was filled with various types of instant noodles. Even inside the house, there were countless packets of noodles. He was astonished; how could this be real?
Upon hearing the commotion, Wang Lao's heart sank as he rushed in to see for himself. He caught sight of an ocean of instant noodles and was left speechless. How could there be so many?
The several thousand square meters of courtyard were packed with different kinds of instant noodles, and many more were stored inside the rooms, making the entire estate a sea of noodles. Just a quick glance revealed at least hundreds of thousands of packets visible, and a rough estimate showed there were likely tens of millions stacked away.
Even if there weren't a hundred million packets, it couldn't be far off. He had lost!
The disaster victims rushed to the entrance and upon seeing so many instant noodles, they erupted in joy. "Wow! There really are this many instant noodles! We finally have something to eat!"
"Thank you, Shopkeeper Jiang! You are truly a godsend for giving us so many instant noodles!"
" Shopkeeper Jiang, you must be a reincarnated deity from above, our savior! Thank you!"
" Shopkeeper Jiang, you are like a mother to us; we are forever grateful!"
Thousands upon thousands of disaster victims bowed down before Jiang Han in unison. They shouted his name as if he were a divine being. They had all tasted those instant noodles before and knew just how delicious they were.
As they saw so many instant noodles here, they felt a sense of relief.
"Everyone, there's no need to worry! I have enough instant noodles for everyone to eat two bowls a day!"
Thus, the idea that there wouldn't be enough noodles was entirely unfounded. Jiang Han spoke to the disaster victims, sending them into a frenzy of joy.
In the courtyard, Che Cheng listened to the cheers from outside and felt as if the sky had collapsed. He squatted on the ground, his mind blank.
Wang Lao muttered in disbelief, "Even if one wants to hurt someone, it shouldn't be like this. How could Jiang Han afford so many instant noodles? These noodles must cost at least One Hundred Thousand Taels of Gold! And he just gives them to the victims? Do those lowly people even deserve to eat instant noodles?"
He felt certain that Jiang Han had gone mad; there was no way he would buy so many instant noodles.
Che Cheng grumbled, "Wang Lao, we're doomed! We've lost! We have to give Ten Treasures! Each treasure costs ten thousand taels of gold. We could never gather that much money in eight lifetimes!"
"If I were to become the Langya Prince, I could afford such treasures, even if it would be a heavy burden. But after this incident, how could I possibly inherit the title of Langya Prince? That's simply impossible."
"How can a gambler lose every day? It's because there's nothing left to lose that one can't keep losing."
After mumbling a few more words, Che Cheng looked at Wang Lao again and asked, "Am I right in thinking we need to find a solution?"
"Heir, you really do need a way out of this," Wang Lao replied. "But I can no longer help you."
With a heavy heart, Wang Lao said, "I need to find a grave to bury myself properly. Rather than waiting for the prince to take action, I might as well do it myself!
To accompany the Heir and Jiang Han in betting only to lose One Hundred Thousand Taels of Gold? I might as well head back to Langya Wangfu and quickly find a spot for myself."
"We didn't win back our Weapons and Tokens! Instead, we have to give Jiang Han ten treasures. Heir, this might be the end for me."
Che Cheng sighed deeply and leaned against the wall, feeling as though his time was running out.
Just then, Jiang Han strolled in and saw Che Cheng. "Heir," he said with a grin, "we have a bet between us; there's no way you can back out. Even if you die, I will still collect what you owe from the Langya Prince."
Che Cheng let out a desperate grunt and couldn't help but ask, "Jiang Han, why are you buying so many instant noodles for those lowly disaster victims?"
It can hurt people, and with so much money spent, I admit defeat. Che Cheng no longer wanted to say much.
At the very beginning, he estimated that even if all the treasures were given to Jiang Han and sold, the money wouldn't be enough to buy this many instant noodles. But now, Jiang Han really had purchased them!
What else was there to say? Just wait for death.
Jiang Han did not explain; instead, he looked at Che Cheng and asked, "Treasures, when will you deliver?"
"I need to discuss this with my king. We can't just brush off what you have!"
"You don't need to rush me. Just give me some time," Che Cheng thought for a moment, already contemplating suicide. He felt as if he had woken up from a nightmare that morning, a truly terrible one. But if it were just a dream, that would be fine; this was reality.
One Hundred Thousand Taels of Gold—he could even skin himself alive to come up with that amount.
Jiang Han didn't spare Che Cheng another glance; after all, this guy couldn't escape responsibility. He simply walked out and called for the disaster victims to return.
Once back at the Instant Noodle Factory, the victims continued to line up for noodles. Yan Dong noticed that the first batch of noodles was insufficient and sent someone to bring in another batch.
Ling Xue, who was supervising the attendants, couldn't help but feel shocked at this scene! Shopkeeper Jiang truly was a great sage. He was willing to provide such good food as instant noodles for the disaster victims.
One hundred thousand taels of silver absolutely wouldn't buy this many noodles. The only possibility was that Shopkeeper Jiang had personally funded the purchase of these noodles.
As Ling Xue thought about soon marrying Jiang Han as a concubine, she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. To be able to serve such a man as a concubine was a blessing one could not earn in eight lifetimes.
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