"At that time, I pulled out my sword, chopped off the old dragon's head, and threw him into a trap. If anyone who passes by here wants to give him some benefits, wouldn't it make him fat and fat, and we, the East China Sea Sword Palace, can't get anything out of this shit? ?」
"Hahaha, Brother Xiao, please be happy. This is how you should do things for the sect. This is not a personal grudge against each other, but a matter of business."
In a tavern in Jiankang City, Su Che, Ji Boyuan, and Xiao Feiyu were sitting at the same wine table. There were no delicacies on the table, just a few dishes of side dishes to go with the wine, but the bad wine was already there. I drank more than a dozen jars.
They were chatting happily. Ji Boyuan told some interesting stories from the ancient times and the Middle Ages. Xiao Feiyu told some happy stories about traveling across the East China Sea. Su Che listened and asked the two from time to time what they had met while practicing. The pass is also quite rewarding.
But the waiter at the side was worried.
He was not interested in hearing what the three old men were talking about. He just ate a plate of cucumbers and drank four or five jars of wine...
Isn’t this really sent by the owner of the store next door to ruin our business?
"Sir, tell me, what should I do?"
The waiter ran to the front and said carefully.
The shopkeeper is away today and has gone to the countryside to buy food. There is only one accountant in charge of the whole store.
The waiter had no choice but to think about how the hotel's business had been doing over the year. In the end, they would all have their shares to distribute dividends. He really regarded this small shop as his own and kept running it.
"You can't make money by drinking and drinking, are you anxious?"
The accountant raised his eyes and saw the waiter's face full of anxiety.
"That's not the case. These drinks are all bought from Wu's house across the street. We basically don't make any money when we sell them. These guys are occupying the table. I think we can drink them until tomorrow."
"Then I'll let you drink it until tomorrow."
The accountant gently adjusted his calculations: "We are open to do business, and we talk in a harmonious manner. We will wait for them until they want to drink."
"Sir, if you are not in a hurry, I am."
The waiter looked uncomfortable: "My mother is still waiting for me to make money to build a house and marry a wife."
"Then there's no need to rush."
Mr. Accountant pouted in the direction of Suche and the others: "If you have one more table and one less table, it's just a tile on your house. Can't you do it while I look for supplies later?"
When the waiter saw what the accountant had said, he had nothing to do. He couldn't forcefully argue with the accountant, so he had no choice but to nod.
I muttered to myself, you are a stingy accountant, I can't count on you, an unfilial son.
The accountant was also secretly worried.
These people have already drank seven or eight jars of water and wine, but no one got up to pour the water. This is obviously a hero in the world. Mr. Accountant once heard someone mention it when he was telling stories, saying that there is a special kind of life and death game in the Jianghu, where everyone competes for drinking. No one is allowed to get up, and it depends on who can't hold it in and wets his pants in the end. Could there be some good guys betting on the game here?
He didn't want the waiter to provoke these gangsters.
There are three things people have to worry about, and the second is being really depressed. Anyway, you don’t have to wash their pants yourself. If you put the blame for losing on your own head, there will be a lot of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong.
The accountant was hesitating when suddenly a chubby middle-aged man turned around. This man had a beautiful short beard on his face. He was decent, fair and clean, and he looked like he was from a wealthy family.
"Shopkeeper, you will make a fortune."
This man said he was polite, but his hands were even more irritating, and he directly stuffed a tael of silver into the accountant's hand.
The cashier weighed the items in his hands and immediately put on a smile.
"Boss, what are your orders?"
"I don't dare to tell you. Take a look at this."
The chubby boss gently put something on the table.
The accountant lowered his head and saw that it was a waist tag. It was so dark that the material could not be seen. It read "Walk under the command of the sect in front of the Tiqi Palace..."
Tiqi in the city?
The accountant was about to exclaim, this
But a hand firmly grasped his wrist.
"Don't make any noise. Otherwise we won't look good..."
The cashier nodded nervously.
"What's your order, boss?"
"Look at this paper."
Na Tiqi took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and the accountant quickly took a look at it. It probably said something like "Don't make any noise and greet the guests well".
Could it be that there was a thief in the store?
He was also obedient, and he knew that the Dharma should not be passed on to the six ears. He reached out to grab the pen next to him, preparing to ask questions.
"You don't have to ask anything, I'll just take care of you."
Na Tiqi carefully put away his waist badge, patted the cashier on the shoulder, and walked out laughing.
The accountant didn't dare to think too much, he just swallowed and sat there honestly, his heart beating fast.
There was something special coming to this shop, and they actually attracted Tiqi.
He didn't know how long it had passed before he saw the waiter walking down the stairs with a sad face, holding an ingot of gold and a yellow talisman in his hand.
"You...what's wrong with you?"
When the accountant saw the gold in his hand, he panicked for a moment. Could it be that the thief in the store saw something was wrong and ran away when the situation was bad? Then the few members of my family are probably going to take a walk in Tiqi's prison.
I'm afraid I can't escape the charge of releasing a thief privately.
"Just now, there were immortals sitting at that table just now. They... they listened to what we were talking about."
"ah?"
Mr. Accountant was confused for a moment.
"The Immortal said, our wine is really bad to drink. Don't go outside in the future. Buy a big urn, put this yellow talisman on the urn, fill it with pure water, and it will be the most fragrant in a month. liquor."
The waiter said with a sad face: "There is also this ingot of gold, which is said to be the money for today's drink."
This indeed sounds like a story about meeting an immortal in a storybook.
The accountant's thoughts flashed, and his feelings were that Tiqi knew that this was an immortal and came over to observe the movement.
He asked himself how many cultivators he had met, and he would not be as helpless as the waiter. He forced himself to adjust his mind and adopt an attitude of not being surprised.
"Isn't this great? Why are you crying?"
The waiter cried and said, "I was so stupid at that time that I forgot to kowtow to the immortals and ask them to teach me a way to prosper my family and pass it on to my descendants."
"Silly boy."
The accountant was even more helpless when he heard this.
"Do you really think your end is valuable? You don't know how many you have to knock out in a year, but how many more can you knock out to bring blessings to your children and grandchildren?"
Mr. Accountant stepped forward and took the yellow talisman from his hand.
"Okay, you know this and I know it, don't let my boss know. Otherwise, I will punish you again."
He touched the material of the talisman.
This was a family heirloom, and I was secretly proud of it. I would quietly sneak away after two days.
I heard that the newly built Suzhou City is very prosperous, so why not move there? Shenxianzui is like a famous wine brand.
