Shopkeeper Zhang was restrained and could not tell the truth from the truth.
But judging from his age of about thirty-five years old and his understanding of visualization martial arts, it can be determined that he is at least a senior martial artist, or extraordinary.
Tang Wen was scratching his head and wanted to know the answer, but he didn't dare to make mistakes.
After a sip of tea, we made an appointment to meet in three days, then got up and left the tea room of the inn.
At this time, it was dinner time.
Passing by the inn lobby, the aroma of wine, meat and dishes wafted in.
He simply sat down directly with full of doubts, and the second brother stepped forward diligently.
Tang Wen took out a piece of broken silver and threw it over, and asked: "Is there any maid who is older and has more experience?"
"Understood, Young Master, it will be later."
The younger brother touched the silver in his hand and smiled.
After pouring the tea, he turned around and called for someone.
I muttered in my heart: I really have love and everything. This young man looks young, only in his early twenties. I didn't expect that he turned out to be a good woman and a married woman.
Who should I go to...
Two cold dishes were served and Tang Wen ate them slowly.
He received so little information that he couldn't figure out why the Dark Night Fist was the most difficult boxing technique to practice.
What exactly will be the difficulty?
"Master, Yun Niang has met Master."
Warm aroma, not strong, very light.
A beautiful woman in a black dress, black hair, white skin, and a wife's bun sat down.
A grilled fish was served.
The beautiful woman picked up the fish and deftly picked out the large and small thorns one by one. She did not make any intimate feeding gestures. She only put the white and tender fish meat on a plate and placed it in front of Tang Wen.
We ate a few bites and chatted for a while.
Tang Wen took out a piece of silver and gave it to her, and the woman's beautiful eyes shrank.
Yun Niang is a well-informed woman.
He is also a "seafood" businessman.
She understands the principle of "paying for services".
Once you receive the money, you have to agree to the other party's request and do whatever you want her to do.
Yun Niang's heart is that Sister Niu, when she was young, had a high vision and picked customers.
I always ignore rude guests.
As I got married and got older, I had fewer opportunities to get out, so I lowered my requirements.
But this does not mean that she is a woman with no bottom line.
Looking around, there are people coming and going in the hall. Is this young master going to be here?
Although they were sitting in a corner, it was relatively private.
But after all, in public, isn't it too harsh... and bold?
Although this young master is not annoying, this piece of silver is obviously less than two taels. Is it too little?
Tang Wen was a little surprised when he saw her stunned. Why is there a sister who doesn't love money?
He said softly: "You have been working here for a long time. Let me ask you a few things."
Yun Niang's fair cheeks turned red. She knew that she had made a mistake. She quickly took it and moved her buttocks closer to Tang Wen: "Young master, you ask. If Yun Niang knows, she will tell you everything she knows."
Tang Wen considered his words and said, "I have a request from your shopkeeper. I want to give a gift to a shopkeeper, but I don't know his preferences."
He knew that if he directly inquired about a certain shopkeeper, the beautiful young woman would most likely not dare to say a word.
Even if she forced herself to ask, the most she could do was make up some words to lie to herself.
There are several shopkeepers in Sihai Inn, but Yun Niang didn't ask which one. She picked up a piece of pancake and said while eating: "Businesskeeper Li is a romantic and pretty person. He loves beauties, fancy clothes, and rouge and gouache."
Um?
Tang Wen's face couldn't hold back: "Is this Shopkeeper Li, her?"
Yun Niang blinked: "She is a woman."
"Well, let's continue." He lowered his head to pick up the vegetables, saying in his heart what a good guy.
“Shopkeeper Lin loves fine wine and never forgets to carry the wine gourd wherever he goes.”
"Shopkeeper Liu smokes dry cigarettes. The taste is choking and spicy. Especially when he is making money, he smokes very fiercely!"
"Shopkeeper Zhou loves to eat, ride, shoot and hunt..."
Hearing this, Tang Wen didn't know what to say.
Looking at the way Yun Niang was recalling and talking, she didn't seem to be faking it.
In other words, she introduced four shopkeepers, and the four hobbies together are "eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and smoking!"
The most powerful one is Shopkeeper Liu.
One person monopolizes gambling and smoking.
While talking, there is still one shopkeeper Zhang that Tang Wen cares about.
Yun Niang paused, put the tea to her lips, raised the lid of the tea bowl, covered her mouth and nose, and whispered five words quickly: "Shopkeeper Zhang loves money."
Love money!
Tang Wen took a deep look at her.
Yun Niang lowered her head and said no more.
Obviously, she guessed that the person Tang Wen was looking for was shopkeeper Zhang.
The reason is simple. Shopkeeper Zhang is on duty today.
She asked the waiter on the road just now and found out that the young man she was serving had just met the shopkeeper.
It is her professional quality to know as much as possible about the guests before coming.
"Are all the shopkeepers extraordinary?"
Yun Niang stopped peeling the shrimp and nodded slightly.
Tang Wen ignored her little thoughts and stuffed two pieces of broken silver into her waist, and accidentally touched her flat belly with his palm.
Well, this woman has no fat and maintains a good figure.
He asked more directly: "Which shopkeeper practices the Dark Night Divine Fist?"
Yun Niang stretched out her hand to write the character Liu and then erased it immediately.
Shopkeeper Liu?
Love spending money and smoking cigarettes?
Betting on dogs?
There is no guarantee of character.
Besides, leaving shopkeeper Zhang behind to find another one is risky in itself.
Tang Wenxin asked: "Impress shopkeeper Zhang and ask him to give me some advice on how much money you think I need. Well, I am a martial artist and I want to practice visualization martial arts."
Yun Niang shook her head and said helplessly:
"Master, you are asking the wrong person. I am just a maid and a martial arts disciple. How could I know about such a big deal?"
Tang Wen didn't ask again.
Next, Yun Niang kept picking up vegetables and pouring wine with her hands, and her mouth didn't stop.
I knew Tang Wen was from out of town.
She kept telling her what she knew.
After talking and listening, I was soon full of wine and food.
Tang Wen returned to his residence, dug out the hidden gold and silver, weighed it in his hand, and shook his head secretly.
As the saying goes, the poor in literature and wealth in military affairs are indeed true.
Well, I gave the wrong name!
How can it be called Tang Wen?
If his name was Tang Wu, he might have become rich.
He counted two hundred taels, waited until evening, and went to see shopkeeper Zhang again.
"Is something wrong?"
Shopkeeper Zhang was eating, and three young girls were waiting on him.
Tang Wen smiled and handed over the sealed silver, and said very respectfully: "I still want to ask you a question. What is the difficulty with the Dark Night Divine Fist? Is there a solution?"
A hint of impatience flashed in Shopkeeper Zhang's eyes: "I don't have enough money, so I can only tell you where the difficulty lies!"
Tang Wen held his breath and listened intently.
"Visualization martial arts focuses on visualization. Have you ever seen the dark night?"
Dark night?
Tang Wen's pupils shrank to a thin line.
"The more extreme the night, the better!"
The ultimate dark night?
Just when Tang Wen was about to ask again, shopkeeper Zhang glanced past him and looked at the door.
Two hundred taels of silver are worth these two sentences, no more.
Tang Wen gritted his teeth deliberately, took out a stack of gold leaves from his arms, and placed it gently on the table.
Shopkeeper Zhang took a look and said, "Let's put it this way, the power of the Dark Night Divine Fist comes from the night and darkness.
The purer and more extreme the night you visualize, the more powerful the boxing technique will be.
Take another five thousand taels of silver. Let me take you to experience it. "
When Tang Wen heard the price, he was surprised at first, and then happy when he heard the second part of the sentence.
"Thank you so much, shopkeeper Zhang."
"No need, go and raise money! If you want to practice the Dark Night Divine Fist, there are plenty of ways to use your money!"
"Thank you."
Tang Wen cupped his hands, took two steps back, turned around and went out.
The maid closed the door.
Shopkeeper Zhang drank a drink and asked the maid to put the money away with a smile.
Walking on the road, Tang Wen was worried and confused:
I think of him as shopkeeper Zhang, a dignified and extraordinary man who is the shopkeeper of Sihai Inn.
Strong and highly paid.
The harvest is guaranteed despite droughts and floods, from ten to four in the morning.
Even eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling can be reimbursed.
There is absolutely no place to spend money. What does he need so much money for?
(End of chapter)
