Who in the world does not know you?

Chapter 94 The Box

"Oh dear, all I want is to see you more often, right? Liu Xuan is such a well-mannered and knowledgeable young man, I don't know why he took a liking to you..."

Hearing his wife's sighs, Wen Ran echoed her sentiments.

"Blinded at such a young age..."

After the couple sighed, they received no reply.

After exchanging a glance, the two simultaneously looked at Wen Zhao, who was standing in the center of the courtyard with his hands on his hips.

At this moment, this fearless and mischievous devil was looking up at the sky in a daze, lost in thought.

"Madam, perhaps we were too harsh in our words..."

"That can't be, she's usually so carefree..."

"Look at her, she seems so preoccupied..."

"I guess he's wondering if there will be braised pork trotters on the dinner table for dinner..."

Her parents' murmurs brought Wen Zhao back to her senses, and she felt inexplicably irritated.

"I'm not a child who's always thinking about what's on the table. Can't I think about something more important?"

"What important matter are you thinking about? Tell your parents."

"I'm not telling you, I'm going to check the darts. I drew the circles and crosses myself, so I need to check the darts myself to be sure."

Wen Zhao turned and walked towards the warehouse, but after taking only a few steps, he suddenly stopped as if he had thought of something.

"Oh, right, you don't need to make braised pig's trotters tonight. I had them with my second brother at Ruyi Inn at noon. Also, I haven't paid for the meal because I wrecked the shop. Dad, remember to pay for the meal when you go to pay for the damages later."

After Wen Zhao finished speaking, he felt relieved and hummed a little tune as he walked back towards the warehouse.

Upon hearing this, Wen Ran froze as if petrified, his entire body stiffening on the spot.

Mrs. Wen looked at her husband with pity in her eyes, but she didn't say much.

Wen Zhao has been like this since she was little, and now that she's grown up, her unruly nature is even harder to change...

"Thanks to you for giving me such a wonderful daughter, I reckon I won't have saved much money even if I work hard until I'm eighty..."

"It's alright, look on the bright side. Maybe we won't even live to eighty before she drives us to our deaths?"

"..."

Liu Xuan's family was in the silk business, and the goods they entrusted to them were all precious silk fabrics.

Logically, the Liu family could send someone to transport the goods to other places. However, the journey would involve crossing mountains and valleys, and there was no guarantee that bandits from some mountain would not appear and steal the goods. In the end, if they lost valuable goods in order to save money on hiring bodyguards, it would be like picking up a sesame seed and losing a watermelon.

In the vast Ningzhou Prefecture, there was only one escort agency, the Wen Family Escort Agency. Madam Wen's family originally ran an escort agency business, and after the two married, the two escort agencies were merged into one.

Because the Wen Family Escort Agency was the only escort agency in Ningzhou Prefecture, merchants like the Liu family had no choice but to hire someone to transport their goods. As a result, the Wen Family Escort Agency's daily income was quite substantial.

Wen Zhao was always causing trouble, so Wen Ran had to lose money everywhere. As a result, after a year, apart from the expenses of maintaining the normal operation of the escort agency, there was really not much money left.

In the warehouse, Wen Zhao instructed the bodyguards beside him to open the cargo boxes one by one, and then walked up to them and carefully touched and examined the texture of the silk inside.

Although she is usually impulsive, she is quite adept at the entire process of escorting goods, including the inspection of the goods.

Human nature is unpredictable. If a security escort agency makes a mistake and signs a contract, and then discovers it's fake when a cunning employer comes to return the goods, the agency is not far from closing down.

In the previous competition of a hundred escorts, Wen Zhao was able to represent the Wen Family Escort Agency to the end, and that was not solely due to his exceptional martial arts skills.

The Liu family and the Wen family's escort agency had a long-standing relationship; otherwise, they wouldn't have allowed Wen Zhao to sign the escort order with a circle and a cross. It was just a formality, after all, Wen Zhao was the most capable fighter in Ningzhou Prefecture, and every escort she handled had never failed halfway through.

"Miss, you've been looking at these for quite a while now, there shouldn't be any mistakes, right? The chief镖头 (head镖师, the head镖师) personally checked them all, you don't need to worry about this..."

"You don't know anything! What if my dad's eyesight fails? What if the Liu family stuffs a few rags into the cargo boxes to make do? Wouldn't that bankrupt the escort agency?"

"With you around, it's only a matter of time before our escort agency goes bankrupt... Oh, Miss, I was just kidding!"

The bodyguard who had been kicked to the ground by Wen Zhao stood up, looked at the faint footprints on his clothes, and quickly patted them off haphazardly.

It didn't hurt, and Wen Zhao wasn't an unreasonable person. Even when he occasionally fought with his own family, he would know how to control himself.

After checking and confirming that everything was correct, Wen Zhao clapped his hands and glanced indifferently at the bodyguard behind him.

"Stop talking nonsense! Stop arguing!"

"Alright! Miss gives the order, and the Liu residence will send a guard to escort the goods!"

The bodyguard shouted loudly, and several bodyguards entered the storeroom one after another.

There were basins of water and cloths at the entrance, and the bodyguards washed their hands before entering the storeroom.

The so-called "transfer box" refers to the process of transferring the goods entrusted by the employer from the original cargo box to a specially made cargo box belonging to the Wen Family Escort Agency.

The specially made cargo boxes of each escort agency are usually different from ordinary wooden boxes. For example, the cargo boxes of the Wen Family Escort Agency are made of refined iron, and the inner walls are inlaid with copper plates to separate the goods from the iron box.

Once the lid is closed and locked, the outside of the cargo box is impenetrable to knives and swords.

Wen Zhao supervised the entire process of the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) loading the goods, mainly silk fabrics, into boxes before locking them.

The lock on the cargo box was specially made and could only be opened with a special key. The key was shaped like a crescent moon with different raised teeth on it.

After the goods were loaded and locked, Wen Zhao carried the key with him at all times to prevent any unforeseen circumstances from occurring.

Just as Wen Zhao had fastened the key to his waist, Wen Ran poked his head in from the doorway.

"Father? Why haven't you gone to Ruyi Inn to pay compensation yet? You smashed their shop; there's no way you won't pay for it!"

Wen Zhao's confident and assertive statement made Wen Ran laugh in exasperation.

"Huh? You're making it sound like I'm the one who smashed up his shop..."

"Why aren't you going yet?"

"Father wanted to ask you something. I heard that the young master of the Myriad Tribulations Sect is staying at the Ruyi Inn. Did you cause trouble there again and get into another fight with him...?"

Wen Ran asked cautiously, her true concern being that the story between the pine forests of Nanshan might be about to begin anew.

"No, it was a few lackeys from the Canglang Gang. They were no match for me; I beat them to a pulp in no time... Wait, Dad, can you please stop worrying so much? What's so great about that young master of the Wanjie Sect?"

"That's true. The Wan Jie Sect is the leader of the underworld, so they probably won't stoop to our level just because of your previous encounter. But that young man called Leng Xiao is indeed quite handsome. I told your mother when I got back that he looks as pretty as a little girl. Your mother was even thinking of going to the Ruyi Inn to see what he looks like, but thankfully I stopped her..."

Wen Zhao couldn't help but roll her eyes at her father, who was leaning against the door frame.

So what if it looks good?

Can good looks put food on the table?