When the woman told such a story, the high-pitched voice intensified the magnetism. Fu Yunge felt like flies were flying around his ears, so he had to endure it and continue listening.
"But later, I heard about the original poster's deeds!" The woman slammed the table, which startled Fu Yunge, like beating a drum. "It is rumored that the original poster has been insisting on helping helpless and helpless women for many years. I thought I met the requirements, so I looked for the owner."
"Didn't she say that she is an extremely mysterious 'person who investigates intelligence'?" Fu Yunge chuckled, "She can let you find her?"
The woman was stunned. She then shook her head: "Everything the master said is true. We don't know the identity of the master. And in the end...she was the one who came to find me."
Fu Yunge was speechless and choked.
"The owner knew that I was looking for her, so she came to me directly that day. She gave me a lot of belongings, and arranged for me to find a place to stay. Finally, the owner said that this place wanted to open a branch, and asked me if I wanted to I’d like to be a shopkeeper.”
"Good guy, I'll definitely do it." The woman slapped her chest, "You eat other people's goods and use their food, don't you think about repaying it? I'm not a white-eyed wolf, I can make money with my brand of 'Baihua Loutou Brand Chef'" It’s not a big problem to have a lot of money.”
Fu Yunge smiled dryly: "It seems there is a problem now."
Listening to this past episode, Fu Yunge's heart was filled with excitement, and she could no longer complain. But all in all...that woman doesn't seem to be a bad person.
The woman stood there, with a hint of unwillingness to admit defeat deep in her eyes. But soon she fell on the table like a frustrated ball: "I'm such a good cook, tell me, why no one comes."
Fu Yunge's attention returned to the woman: "What standards does your master require you to meet in order to avoid being fired?"
The woman turned around and said, "We have two sets of criteria for assessment. One is to earn enough eight thousand taels of silver in a month, and the other is..."
At this point, the woman suddenly stopped talking. Fu Yunge heard this strangely, so he took the initiative to ask: "What's the second thing?"
But the woman stopped talking and shook her head: "Nothing, nothing. Alas, there was no concept of eight thousand taels of silver in the first place. Who knew how difficult it is to run a shop?"
Fu Yunge frowned. Earning eight thousand taels of silver a month is quite difficult for a restaurant. But thinking about it, that woman is so good, and she will naturally have extremely strict requirements for her subordinates.
But these are not things he should consider. Fu Yunge then thought about his own business, and then recalled the woman's warning to him before leaving.
"Your master finally asked me to be wary of Linyan Chunshui Tower. Do you know the reason?" Fu Yunge asked casually.
As expected, the woman knew nothing: "How could I know this? All I know is that Linyan Chunshui Tower is closed to customers and won't make any money for half a year."
Fu Yunge smiled: "It is indeed a strange building. It's a pity that your master left so fast, otherwise I would have wanted to ask more carefully."
When the woman heard his words, she seemed to be talking a little bit. But she still held back, but Fu Yunge still saw her.
"If you have anything to say, it's okay to say it." Fu Yunge said, taking out a large round silver ingot and placing it on the table. The woman's eyes widened when she saw the money, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
The woman picked up the silver and looked at it, and was very happy. She hesitated for a moment and then said it: "Actually, my master has never been here at all."
Fu Yunge's expression changed slightly: "...Oh?"
After a while, Fu Yunge left the "Hua Jiu Lai Ke" building and walked quickly towards the west in the direction pointed by the landlady.
There were gusts of cold wind on the streets, but fortunately the crowds were noisy, covering up the chill. But gradually as we walked that way, the crowd gradually thinned out.
Fu Yunge wrapped herself in clothes. Looking at the dwindling flow of people around him, he knew that Linyan Chunshui Tower was getting closer and closer.
A huge downtown area is adjacent to each other, and this section is probably the most deserted area. Moreover, Fu Yunge gradually noticed that not only the so-called Linyan Chunshui Building was closed, but also some surrounding stores were also closing their doors during this season.
Fu Yunge could indeed feel a little strange. But the people around them didn't seem to be surprised by this. It seemed that the Yanchunshui Building closed its doors to thank guests in autumn and winter. It was indeed a centuries-old tradition, and no one questioned it.
Since there were fewer pedestrians on the street, Fu Yunge quickened his pace and walked through them, not wanting to delay any more.
The empty streets were connected to each other. After walking for a while, Fu Yunge finally found Linyan Chunshui Building, which was rumored to be closed in winter.
The cold wind became more intense. Fu Yunge adjusted his breath and looked up at this strange place.
What came into view was a three-story building entangled with thick wall-creepers and dead branches of other vines. The dead branches have been dyed a deep dark brown by the winter wind, and they sway slowly with the sound of the wind, lifeless.
The Linyan Chunshui Tower was covered under these complex and aging dead branches, barely revealing its trunk.
The sky and the river in the distance turn white, and the gray color seems to cover this old building with a withered white gauze. Still some distance away, you can smell the heavy dusty smell coming from the other side.
Is this... really Linyan Chunshui Tower?
Fu Yunge took a few steps closer. The first thing he saw was the back of Linyan Chunshui Building. He could find that this pavilion was deliberately distanced from other surrounding storefront buildings, making it a unique small building near the river, while the others were lined up in a row. The reflection of the clear water was particularly cold, and the ripples disturbed the withered body of the attic.
Most of the surrounding shops were closed, and only a few were open, but with few customers. It seems like a corner abandoned by time, with an indescribable coldness occupying every corner here.
He walked around the building alone. A low wall was built outside the attic, but it was interrupted when we got to the front, forming only a semicircle. Dead vine branches hang on the wall, and through the six-sided stone window, you can see the dry and wrinkled dirt on the ground in the backyard of the pavilion.
In front of the main entrance, there were three or two children squatting and playing games. Fu Yunge walked over and found that he was playing cannon-throwing.
The sound of "cracking" was slightly louder than the sound of eggs falling on the ground, but at least it had a little life. Fu Yunge looked at the children in front of him, then turned to look at the locked door of Linyan Chunshui Building.
Not surprising. Fu Yunge stepped forward and tried to look inside through the doors and windows stained with crisp window paper.
But at this moment, he felt someone tugging at his clothes from behind. I looked down and saw the children in front of the door.
They put away the firecrackers and stood behind them, looking up at him: "The door is closed here now."
Fu Yunge smiled slightly: "Yes, I understand."
