At night, Wangyue Residence is brightly lit and crowded. The white air mixed with fragrance fills the entire restaurant, dispelling the cold of winter. Everyone here is sweating profusely and enjoying themselves.
This delicacy called hot pot really refreshed their understanding. It is not only delicious, but also very user-friendly!
In addition to the few cents charged for the bottom pot, you can choose which ingredients you want to add based on your own financial resources. Even ordinary people can order more soy products and vegetables to satisfy their taste buds.
Where had they seen such a way of eating before?
The waiters at Wangyue Residence were busy back and forth without stopping for a moment. Ever since they entered Wangyue Residence, there had never been a day as fulfilling as today!
There is still a long queue at the door of the restaurant. The waiting people are looking at the fiery scene inside the restaurant. Their curiosity and appetite can no longer be suppressed. However, no one pays attention to the plaque that limits the number of people to 300 people placed at the door. None have been touched.
"Aren't we here yet?"
"It's coming, it's coming." Due to lack of manpower, shopkeeper Peng went to the entrance to sit in person. At this moment, he was already smiling from ear to ear, and the admiration for the young master in his heart was as continuous as the blue sky and the sea. Absolutely.
"Seat table No. 3, the guests have paid their bills, please go slowly~" the waiter in the restaurant shouted. Upon hearing this, shopkeeper Peng hurriedly greeted the next batch of guests to take their seats.
The common seats are the first floor. This is the concept that Qin Feng instilled in everyone in Wangyue Residence. The second floor is the special seats, and the third floor is the elegant seats. Different nouns correspond to the different guests received.
As he explained before, the first floor has the largest area and is used to deal with ordinary people. It focuses on volume and ensures the basic profit of the restaurant.
The second floor is used to receive martial arts practitioners. The ingredients they order are mostly monster flesh and blood, which are more expensive, so they can naturally earn more.
As for the third floor, facing those powerful and wealthy businessmen who accounted for the bulk of the restaurant's profits, Qin Feng directly set a rule. If he wanted to eat on this floor, his single consumption must not be less than one tael of silver, and this amount of money is equivalent to An average family earns one-third of their annual income!
But even though it is so expensive, there are still many people wearing luxurious clothes on the third floor of Wangyue Residence at this moment.
For these people, money is not an issue. Being able to enter the third floor of Wangyue Residence has become a status symbol, giving them a sense of superiority.
And this is exactly what Qin Feng wants to see...
"In just half a day, Wangyueju was brought back to life, and it was overcrowded. Your kid's methods really opened my eyes." On the second floor of Wangyueju, Shi Ziming's face turned red after eating, especially the thing called Maodu. , calling people to the top, making him unable to stop.
The colleagues from the Demon Slaying Division who were in charge of guest appearances today were also invited over by Qin Feng. Tonight, Mr. Qin, as his son, would foot the bill for these people.
Although he was a little heartbroken, Qin Feng felt that this was a necessary investment. As the saying goes, if you don't go with small money, you won't get big money.
The two exchanged glasses and chatted for a long time. Shi Ziming took a sip of wine and suddenly sighed: "The food is really good. Even Fengtian City may not be able to have such delicious food.
Unfortunately......"
He swung the glass and said, "This wine is really a bit bad. If this wine were better, it would be perfect."
Qin Feng lowered his head and pondered after hearing this. He had already had an idea about brewing wine, but he just lacked an opportunity and a brewer he could trust.
This has to be done, but not in a hurry, it has to be done slowly.
...
Unconsciously, seven days have passed. During these seven days, Qin Feng could be said to have not stopped for a minute or a second.
Not only does he have to check the restaurant's accounts and ration ingredients every day, he also has to go to Tingyuxuan to read books and accumulate literary talent.
But what troubled him was that after the Literary Saint Taoist system reached the eighth level, the advancement speed was obviously much slower. Even after reading the book for seven days and reading many books, the absorbable literary energy still could not fill the Tiantai in the sea of gods. The first step is not even a third of the way up.
He couldn't help but began to wonder if he was going in the wrong direction.
Qin Feng was thinking and wandering around the house when he suddenly heard bursts of golden sounds.
Looking for reputation, he saw his second brother competing with Xing Sheng in the courtyard. Compared to the last time, his second brother was much more mature this time and was more comfortable fighting against others.
Qin Feng opened his eyes and looked at the battlefield. The blood in his second brother's body was obviously richer than before, and the amount of energy was also greater.
It seemed that the medicinal baths and blood pills in the past few days had taken effect.
This is money making ability!
"Brother, you're here." Qin An put away the narrow-edged knife in his hand.
"Uncle." Xing Sheng nodded in greeting.
Qin Feng stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Hei Tantou, has my second brother made any progress?"
The corner of Xing Sheng's mouth twitched unconsciously, and then he replied: "The second young master is extremely talented, making rapid progress, and his future is limitless.
And if I read it correctly, the Second Young Master’s sword intention is probably about to enter the Chongyue realm. "
"So fast?" Qin Feng was a little surprised. This was half a month faster than he originally expected. In this case...
Qin Feng turned to Qin An and said, "Then it's time to tell you about the second stage of Tiangang Yuan Slash."
Qin An looked excited when he heard this.
Xing Sheng's eyes showed curiosity. Although his uncle saw the shortcomings of Yubing Jue at a glance last time, he still wanted to see how his uncle, as a scholar of the holy way of literature, could teach the martial arts moves of Shenwu Wufu.
Qin Feng walked into the courtyard, broke off a branch, and then began to draw figures of figures and swords on the ground.
Upon seeing this, Qin An immediately stepped forward to observe and learn carefully.
Xing Sheng looked over, and was shocked. Not only was he a sharp eye, but he was also an excellent poet, and even his painting skills were so superb?
This silhouette of a sword can really be described as lifelike!
Qin Feng was also a little frightened. After entering the eighth level, he obviously felt that his mind was clearer and he could easily retrieve memories.
In just a moment, all the diagrams of the second stage moves of Tiangang Yuan Zhan were drawn.
After Qin An finished observing, he pondered for a long time, and then began to follow the move diagram and imitate it. However, after wielding the sword three times, his moves were exactly the same as those shown in the diagram.
Xing Sheng stood aside all the time, saying nothing and showing surprise. For a martial artist, martial arts moves are just superficial and it is not difficult to learn them. However, it is rare to learn them so quickly like the Second Young Master.
But this alone is not enough. If you want to master a martial arts, the moves are only second. The most important thing is the method of energy circulation.
As he expected, Qin Feng began to tell Qin An about the powerful method of Tiangang Yuan Zhan.
After finishing the dictation, Qin Feng said: "Second brother, you integrate the strength method into the moves, and then use the sword technique several times.
If there is something wrong, I will correct it for you. "
"Then I'll trouble you, brother." Qin An raised his knife and began to swing it, and the sound of breaking the wind could not be heard.
