Night, Fuxian Teahouse, lobby
Fusheng had not come back in the afternoon since he left in the morning. Niudelu smoked a white jade pipe and kept pacing in the lobby. His feet were almost smoky as he walked, and then he stopped to take a sip of herbal tea.
Seeing Fu Sheng appear, he quickly went up to him and took the roll of paper from his hand.
"Why did you come back so late?"
"Boss, printing shops are all snobbish. I waited all afternoon before they were willing to make a plate for us. It was a little late, but I still got it back."
Mr. Niu was a little angry, but seeing that he was sweating profusely from running, he didn't blame him - he was willing to give Fusheng some face. If he hadn't served him wholeheartedly, Yue Guanchao might not have helped him.
Of course, this was just what Niudelu was thinking. He didn't know that Yue Guanchao had planned to capture him from the beginning.
Without further ado, Nudero untied the scroll.
The pictorial has just been printed, and the scent of color and ink lingers for a long time.
In the pictorial, former dynasty soldiers, gangsters, and wild forest bandits were in the middle. A strange-looking mountain of crab claws turned into a sea of fire, roasting them in agony. The large characters "Ancient Village Desolate Village" stood out and were eye-catching.
"Okay, okay, this is the flavor I want. Ask them to make ten of them and replace all the empty light boxes we have. Do you understand?"
"okay."
Fu Sheng replied timidly.
The next day, before it gets dark yet, the guys at Fuxian Tea House have already taken down the light box easels and replaced them with the signature pictorials printed overnight!
The most indispensable thing in Bagua Street is the three religions and nine streams, and street discussions!
When the sky gets brighter, breakfast stalls are set up in the corner shops. The sound of shouting is mixed with the steaming aroma of porridge, rice and soy milk, attracting countless vendors and people on their way.
They either sat on benches facing the street or squatted on the side of the street to make steaming offerings to the five internal organs temple.
Wherever there are people, there will naturally be discussions. When they saw that Fuxian Tea House had changed its store sign, they could not help but murmur:
Qin Ruishi, who was juggling, chewed oil cakes, his mouth tilted:
"This teahouse is still open. I remember it was sold out half a year ago. Even if there is no one left, you still dare to offer new discounts. This is like not crying until you see the coffin!"
His words opened up the conversation at the stall. The old man selling charcoal fire drank the soy milk and wiped his mouth:
"Then we can't be sure. Maybe Mr. Niu is willing to spend it because he has a lot of money. After all, he has been a hard-core farmer and can't spend all the money in his lifetime. My grandfather even worked as a long-term laborer in his family!"
"Long-term worker?"
Everyone looked curious:
"Then why don't you work at his house? They can support you at a loss even if you don't do it."
"Hi!"
The old man selling charcoal knew that they were joking and was not annoyed. He waved his hands casually:
"It's not comfortable to be someone else's slave. In my grandfather's generation, my family was no longer a long-term worker. Now it's the Republic of China, how can we go back to being a slave~"
"It's just a little bit unpleasant. For people like us, not to mention the strong winds and waves from above, even the water splashing from the potholes on the roadside, if it splashes on us, it will be a disaster. We have to take care of ourselves. Get the scoop!"
"Look, the work in a teahouse is like opening a table of tea a day without being anxious or annoyed. If it were us, we would have been sitting on the floor taking off our shoes and scolding God for being blind."
After hearing what the old man selling charcoal said, a group of people started to boo:
"Then what can we do? The world makes it hard for us to live. We can't just curse a few words and stifle people to death~"
"Hahahahahaha~~"
While they were laughing, a poor accountant in a long gown slowly ran over and handed out a few copper coins:
"Bring me a bowl of soy milk and three pancakes. Don't be sorry for the candy. It's not like I didn't give you the money!"
"Accountant Sun, do you know what is written on that sign?"
Accountant Sun had no intention of getting involved in the quarrel among these traders and lackeys, but when he saw Mr. Niu had changed his shop sign, he finally got interested.
"You guys have been interrupting me for a long time, and you don't even know what sign they changed, so what are you guys doing for fun!"
He kicked his arm and said like an old scholar:
"These four characters are called "Ancient Village Desolate Zhai", and there is a line of small characters below, which is called "The Wolf's Ambition Hunting for Treasures in the Ancient Village. Destiny will create a living purgatory."
"Hey, it looks like a new story to me. It doesn't look like a cliché. I'll have to check it out in three days."
"Is this story that good?"
"Do you want to go see it?"
Everyone looked at the colorful signboard with curious eyes and nods like pecks of rice.
The secrets of the previous dynasty, the bandits of Guandong, paradise, human tragedies, entanglements of cause and effect, and self-made hell, this new story naturally has legendary gimmicks.
Once the signboard was put up, the discussion about the new story gradually spread from Bagua Street to Fengtian in less than two days.
The most curious person about this new story is the newly opened teahouse in the past six months!
In the past six months, Fuxian Tea House has been squeezed out by the newly opened tea houses. After the famous teahouse was poached, it has been squeezed out of its living space and has reached the point where it is barely surviving.
Originally, the major teahouses wanted to force Niu Ye to close down, but they didn't expect that as soon as the signboard poster came out, the onlookers would be attracted back again. Coupled with the gimmick of 20% off tea and 50% off cakes, even in their teahouse Here, all I heard were discussions about Mr. Niu’s new pictorial.
With such a level of discussion in the storytelling world, it’s hard to imagine whether this new novel will become popular!
When I think about all the real money and silver I have spent in the past six months, these bosses are as dishonest as if they had eaten dead flies. I can’t tell you the pain!
Hey, I don’t believe this discount is that good. I have to go check it out tomorrow~
