"I have been telling stories and commentaries for so many years, but I have never seen such a novel and unique story. It is both gods and ghosts, like illusions and dreams. There are ghosts everywhere but not everywhere. The two worlds of human beings are different but blend with each other, just like that day The idea of being trapped in a living hell is infinitely higher than the cliché that a person dies and goes to the underworld.”
"Boss Niu, is this story a new word for our teahouse?"
Seeing that Mr. Qian was also full of praise for this, Yue Guanchao's heart finally dropped.
"Of course, this is a new word written by my father-in-law and his friend. With this twist of the story, our teahouse is destined to come back to life. Tomorrow I will find a printing house to make a poster for us, and we will put out the sign first! "
Yue Guanchao saw that he was already happy and confused, so he quickly added a few words:
"Hey, Mr. Niu, please think about it carefully. The new term is unique in the industry. If there are any consequences, can you accept it?"
Niudelu patted his heart and couldn't wait to open a new discount: "Don't worry, Mr. Yue, as long as the tickets are sold, I am willing to die."
"Fu Sheng."
"Hey~"
The waiter quickly responded.
"Go to the printing house and place an order for ten pictorials and ask them to deliver them today. In the next three days, we will beat gongs and drums to promote them. When the three days are up, we will start telling stories."
After saying that, New Delu looked at Mr. Qian: "It's just that, Mr. Qian, you are old. Can you prepare new words in three days?"
Mr. Qian lowered his head and thought for a moment, then made a pledge:
"If it weren't for Mr. Niu who gave the old man a bite of food, I would be living on the street now. Just wait and listen to the book. The old man can still fight for it. The veteran will take the lead, hahahahahaha."
Niudelu was completely relieved and bowed to Master Qian: "Okay, we will be counting on your dish in three days!"
"When the time comes, my two friends, my father-in-law and you, will come to support me. I will let you be my honored guests."
"Then it's done, it's a deal."
Whether the person behind the scenes can be lured out will all depend on the new narrative story three days later. Yue Guanchao and the others have achieved their goal. They exchanged a few words with Mr. Niu and walked out of Fuxian Tea House.
As soon as she left the teahouse, Song Siyuan wanted to stop two rickshaws, but when she saw Yue Guanchao walking into the back alley, she quickly gave up her mind and followed him.
"Brother, what are you doing in the back alley? This place is full of shabby beggars!"
Yue Guanhai and Song Siyuan hesitated for a moment, but still did not follow him. They stood at the entrance of the alley waiting for him to return.
As soon as we entered the back alley between the buildings, there were shacks and black tents with windows sticking out everywhere. The sunlight in the day suddenly stopped, leaving only darkness around. The sewage generated by the sewage in the corridor lingered on the ground, making people have to cover their noses!
As far as the eye can see, there are all beggars in rags, unkempt faces, missing arms and legs. They are either squatting barefoot or lying on the ground. More of them build shacks with bamboo poles and mats, like wild cats. He got in like a dog and only half of his body slipped out. From time to time he picked out lice and stuffed them into his mouth. His yellow teeth smacked, as if he had eaten something fishy!
The beggars saw that he was slightly neatly dressed, so they still stretched out their hands to ask for things.
"Sir, please do me a favor and give me something. The child has been hungry for several days."
"Yes, give me something, we will kowtow to you."
Yue Guanchao waded through the garbage and walked towards an old beggar with long hair.
Everyone in this alley is a beggar, but this old beggar is completely different from other beggars!
His hair is gray but neatly combed. There is a wooden stick in the bun on the top of his head. The burlap clothes are washed clean and the tattered clothes are completely mended. He looks like a hundred-year-old man. His face does not look like a beggar, and his face is rosy and colored. Xianghe, if you get closer and smell the lotus and sandalwood, if you are not among the beggars, you will look like a Taoist monk.
"Master Beggar, I didn't expect you to still be here?"
As soon as Yue Guanchao spoke, the old beggar slowly opened his eyes. His clear eyes were not at all greedy and dirty like worldly beggars!
"Young friend Yue, what do you want from me?"
He speaks uprightly, making people want to get close to him.
"Master Beggar, in three days I will invite you to Fuxian Teahouse to listen to a book, and you will give my name to Boss Niu."
"Listen to a book?"
The old beggar's quiet eyes flashed with doubt:
"Fu Xian Tea House, an old beggar like me can't enter a place like this."
Yue Guanchao knew what Mr. Beggar meant, and he patted his chest to confirm: "You just need to tell me my name and wait to listen to the book. They will take care of you."
"Then, the old beggar will be polite for once and accept Yue Xiaoyou's love."
