As the saying goes, if you want to make money at a loss, someone has to come.
Mr. Qian was very happy when he saw that the spectators were fascinated by what he was listening to. He put all his energy into boiling the eagle and even took a few sips of tea to write the "Ancient Village and Deserted Zhai" written by Song Siyuan in a brilliant way.
This fresh and shocking motto made the guests shout when they were happy.
When it comes to the tension, the spectators don’t even dare to express their feelings.
When the miserable situation of the people in the witch coffin was mentioned, everyone in the hall shed tears. When the atrocities of the bandits were mentioned in detail, everyone couldn't help but curse Tang Dianrong as a bastard!
It wasn't until I heard that they had done something wrong that they could not survive, that I felt relieved and the resentment dissipated!
"Tang Dianrong never thought that they were ambitious to massacre the village and exterminate the species. They thought that God was unaware of the ghosts, but he never thought that it was easy for the people to abuse the people but not for the gods to bully him. God could clearly see his heinous killings. When the people in the witch coffin were all dead. At that time, he was also trapped in the living hell, and he would not be able to leave Witch Coffin Town for many years. As for his funeral?"
When Mr. Qian said this, he knocked on the gavel and spoke in a measured tone:
“If you want to know what happened next time, let’s listen to the explanation~”
Once the folding was over, the whole hall was silent. The spectators seemed to have not recovered from the story, and no one dared to make a sound.
"OK!"
Then, a loud shout came from the lower hall, like the croaking of weeds and frogs in autumn, and the sound of cheers, clapping, and table knocking could be heard all the time.
This is not the end of the story. Famous storytellers must give prizes.
I don’t know who started it, but suddenly a huge ocean of silver was thrown out of the window in the upper hall, and it hit the ground like water and mud, and there was a silvery light all over the floor. There was even that heroic man who threw out his arms and took out real gold and silver.
Suddenly, golden melon seeds, golden balls, jade bead chains, agate rings, gold earrings, East bead strings, countless treasures mixed with the ocean and fell down the stage, like a silver-white waterfall toppling the stage, shining under the chandelier and candlelight, making the scene colorful. , suddenly gorgeous and extravagant!
What is a lottery? What is a lottery is when real money and silver hit the whole house.
The old man has been a storyteller all his life and has never seen such a arrogant spectator. He almost choked on a sip of tea!
"Thank you all distinguished guests. When did our Fuxian Teahouse ever have such a beautiful scene? Today, you all are the food, clothing, and parents of someone like me in New York. I will kowtow to you a few more times to be worthy of these blessings!"
Mr. Niu was frightened by this battle, so he took his servants to the hall and knelt down to express his gratitude to his parents for food and clothing!
A new book, at this point, is basically an instant hit.
Yue Guanchao used to often listen to storytellers. He couldn't admit that Qian Sanye still had a few brushes. Even if two hours had passed, the onlookers in Fuxian Tea House were unwilling to leave. They still stayed at the tea table to reminisce. It seemed that they were still there. Immerse yourself in the two worlds described by Qian Sanye!
"Yue Guanchao, please stop drinking. Don't forget our business!"
When Song Siyuan saw the Yue brothers shaking their heads and eating cakes, she quickly pulled down his sleeves!
"I know, I know, I haven't relaxed, and I don't see any murderous aura around me."
Yue Guanchao sat near Song Siyuan and whispered in her ear:
"I have been keeping my spirits up since I entered the teahouse. The intuition of martial arts practitioners is also very accurate. At least until now, I have not felt that any martial arts practitioners are dormant. Maybe they have not come at all, or these people are too good at pretending. Now, calm down your breath!"
He paused and his tone became mysterious:
"I feel like we are going to make a fuss today, but this drama is just the appetizer, and the gossip below is the main event."
"I asked Mr. Zhu to come here to spread this story as soon as possible. In the next few days, Fuxian Teahouse will probably not be able to stop, or at least it will be full. If they want to take action, they will definitely choose this time."
Song Siyuan lowered her head and thought carefully, then shook her head: "This is Fengtian, and not everyone can be arrogant under the influence of big shots. I think it's easy to hide from open guns and hard to guard against hidden arrows. They are very likely to come up with tricks. We can only take one step at a time." .”
Both of them knew that there would not be many leisurely days like this after today.
While talking, the guests in the tea house gradually dispersed, and Yue Guanchao and the others also decided to go home.
"Did you feel that someone was staring at us just now?"
Song Siyuan walked into the car, feeling hairy on her back. Song Qingyang shook his head:
"I was in the car just now, and plainclothes people were pretending to be vendors nearby. I didn't see anyone suspicious coming in or out. Maybe you were too nervous."
"Maybe, this is what happens when you think about it. Let's go back first and see what news there is tomorrow!"
As the car roared forward, an old man from Yi Zhuang Tian hid in a dark alley, staring at them with a sinister gaze.
After they left, he took off the pictorial posted on the wall, quickly got into the carriage in the alley, and drove out of Bagua Street with his whip raised.
