Chapter 47: Partnership! Jade-Faced Gentleman Li Jiujiang!

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Li Jinglong cast a hostile glance at Xu Zengshou. After all, he was the heir to the Duke of Cao, and his father was Li Wenzhong. Tracking down the mastermind behind this was almost too easy. If it were an ordinary playboy, Li Jinglong would have sent men to confront him immediately. But since Xu Zengshou’s father was Xu Da, Li Jinglong decided to proceed politely before resorting to force. Unlike other nobles, Xu Da was the foremost figure in the Ming military, and that alone demanded respect.

Facing Li Jinglong’s fierce, almost predatory gaze, Xu Zengshou forced a wry smile and scratched his head hurriedly, explaining, “Jiujiang, it’s a misunderstanding, really!”

“A misunderstanding?” Li Jinglong sneered, the mockery dripping from his voice. He stepped forward, folding his arms, “Do you know because of this ‘misunderstanding,’ not only did His Majesty the Emperor give me a scolding, but my father was so furious he almost hung me up and beat me severely. Just look at me now...”

As he spoke, Li Jinglong’s emotions flared. He abruptly stood, hands reaching to undo the sash at his waist, threatening to pull down his trousers.

Fortunately, Xu Zengshou reacted swiftly, lunging forward to grab Li Jinglong’s arms with a desperate expression. “Big brother, big brother, don’t! There are children around!”

Zhu Gaochi, seated nearby, witnessed the scene and instinctively covered his eyes, filled with helplessness.

Damn it, this second miss was such a fool, a real eyesore!

“Cough, cough, big brother, don’t pull down your trousers. I really was wrong, please don’t!” Xu Zengshou’s voice was pleading, nearly ready to kneel to persuade him. Eventually, he managed to calm Li Jinglong down.

At that moment, Xu Zengshou was filled with regret, his guts turning sour with remorse, cursing himself for provoking such a thorny problem.

“Speak. How do you intend to resolve this?” Li Jinglong tidied his clothes, looking proudly at Xu Zengshou, chin raised arrogantly. “Xu the Third, I’m warning you, don’t try to fool me with a few lousy coins. I’m not short of your petty silver!”

Xu Zengshou was stunned. He had thought of offering some silver as compensation to settle the matter quietly, but Li Jinglong had cut him off outright.

Zhu Gaochi, observing everything, eyes shining with insight, suddenly spoke, “Li Jiujiang, are you after this business?”

At once, Xu Zengshou snapped back to attention, the surprise fading into cautious vigilance as he fixed his gaze on Li Jinglong.

Li Jinglong looked at Zhu Gaochi with a half-smile and a glint of admiration. “Little chubby, you’re clever. Interesting. I heard the Empress’s chronic illness was cured by you, little chubby. It sounded unbelievable then. Now it seems you’re quite extraordinary.”

Li Jinglong’s words confirmed Zhu Gaochi’s guess. He was no fool—he could see the enormous profits hidden behind these glass mirrors. Calling it a mountain of gold and silver was no exaggeration. As long as the Duke of Cao household could partake in this business, their wealth and glory would last for generations.

Xu Zengshou shot Li Jinglong a cold, displeased look. “Li Jiujiang, don’t push it. At most, I’ll pay you some silver. Take the money and get lost! If you piss me off, I’ll kick you out of the mansion, and see what you can do!”

Xu Zengshou was not someone to be easily manipulated by Li Jinglong.

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Li Jinglong was thoroughly enraged. His eyes flashed with anger as he shouted, “Xu the Third, do you have to tear the mask off and make this personal?”

“Bring it on!” Xu Zengshou crossed his legs casually, clearly unafraid. “You think I’m scared of you? It’s just that my big brother isn’t here. If he were, would you dare come knocking? He’d break your damn legs!”

Xu Yungong, also known as Xu Huizu, eldest legitimate son of Duke Xu Da of Wei, was recognized as the top heir among the noble second generation. Raised alongside Xu Da in military campaigns, he was both cultured and skilled in arms, steady in temperament—a “little Xu Da.” The Emperor favored him greatly, and all noble heirs respected and feared him.

“Enough, enough,” Zhu Gaochi said impatiently. “We are all on the same side. No need to make a scene.”

After all, Li Jinglong was the son of Li Wenzhong. Out of respect for Li Wenzhong, they had to show some courtesy.

“We all make money together. More people means more benefits.”

At those words, Li Jinglong’s face lit up, but Xu Zengshou was displeased.

However, since this business was initiated by Zhu Gaochi himself, Xu Zengshou found no room to object.

Zhu Gaochi leisurely said, “Second miss, I’m sure you know this business only makes money—it never loses. There’s endless profit.”

“So if you want to join, you have to show sincerity. I contribute technology; the third brother contributes sincerity. What about you?”

Li Jinglong was momentarily stunned, then shamelessly grinned, “Then I’ll join for free…”

“Beat him up!” Zhu Gaochi said without hesitation, pulling out a large gold bar from his sleeve, raising it as if to strike.

Xu Zengshou, already full of suppressed fury, could no longer hold back. He stepped forward and kicked Li Jinglong to the ground.

The two worked in perfect coordination, beating Li Jinglong relentlessly.

“I was wrong! Ow, stop, please!” Li Jinglong cried out, seeing no sign of mercy. “I’ll invest money! I’ll provide capital!”

Zhu Gaochi sneered coldly. “What can your measly money do? Besides, this business doesn’t need funds. Once the first batch of glass mirrors sells, there’ll be more money than you can spend!”

“Then what do you want me to do?” Li Jinglong asked, looking aggrieved. He was truly useless at everything.

Zhu Gaochi laughed, flipping the gold bar in his hands.

“Jiujiang, Jiujiang, you’ve forgotten your greatest talent!”

“Talent?” Xu Zengshou eyed Li Jinglong suspiciously, scrutinizing him. “What talent does that bastard have?”

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Li Jinglong himself was clueless, but hope flickered on his face as he looked expectantly at Zhu Gaochi.

“His talent is… handsomeness!”

Zhu Gaochi was succinct and amazed.

Li Jinglong was indeed devilishly handsome!

He inherited the striking looks of the White-Clad Spear God, Li Wenzhong—sharp, chiseled features as if carved from stone, radiating determination and courage, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, exuding heroic spirit—a true leading man’s face.

Yet, Li Jinglong lacked Li Wenzhong’s wisdom and military prowess. Instead, he became a playboy, all show and no substance, exuding a luxurious but restless air, and the typical arrogance of a spoiled noble heir.

At first glance, he was “a jade-like gentleman unmatched in the world,” a heartbreaker for married women and a bane for young girls.

Xu Zengshou’s face turned green upon hearing this, silently weeping to the heavens.

Li Jinglong perked up, straightening his back and standing proudly. He swaggered before Xu Zengshou, boasting, “Little chubby, you really have an eye for talent. Who in the capital doesn’t know me as ‘the handsome gentleman Li Jiujiang’?”

Zhu Gaochi was at his wit’s end, restraining the urge to crush Li Jinglong with the gold bar but forced a smile.

“So you’ll be the face ambassador for our glass mirrors!”

“Face ambassador?!” Both Li Jinglong and Xu Zengshou were stunned, confused. “What’s that?”

Zhu Gaochi didn’t bother explaining. He gave the order directly.

“From now on, you pick crowded places—brothels, tea houses, theaters—and just take out the mirror and admire yourself. You’ll get a ten percent share of the profits. How about that?”

Li Jinglong broke into a wide grin. Getting a cut without doing any work was simply delightful!

Who can’t look in a mirror? Luckily, with my unparalleled looks, I finally have a role to play!

Zhu Gaochi also smiled, eyes gleaming.

This money won’t be so easy to come by after all.