"Madam, I have something to say. Since my brother has done something bad, we might as well continue and maybe win. If we continue to stay in my brother's hands, it would be good if we don't lose everything. Just in case. How about pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud?"
Mother Liu didn't mention anything about frame-up, but to Zhang's ears, everything she said was frame-up.
She was so satisfied that she looked at the dowry girl who had been with her for decades, and smiled meaningfully:
"Mother Liu, you have been following me for decades, when have you ever seen me fight a battle that I was not prepared for?"
Is being a widow for twenty years your preparation? ...Mother Liu smiled and said nothing, and responded meekly: "That's true! But I hope Madam can give me some advice on this matter today."
Regarding this old slave who had been "at war" with him for decades, Zhang put away his smile and said with a slightly serious expression:
"Why do you think this person surnamed Song went to great lengths to reveal the truth? In addition to seeking justice for those people, I'm afraid it's the kid behind her who is taking the lead. They want to lure the snake out of its hole."
"I know what my son is capable of. He has everything but no brains. I can probably guess the ideas he can come up with. I asked him to continue to cause trouble. I just wanted to make these people numb and wait for the old lady. If I find a way to deal with it, I'll take care of them again."
"So, how about it?"
After finishing speaking, Mrs. Zhang showed a cunning look on her face, and her brows were filled with pride, making her look even more shrewd and capable. It was difficult to equate him with the old lady who prayed to God and worshiped Buddha.
After what happened to Tang Dianrong, Mother Liu believed that her master had not changed. People who believed in themselves usually did not believe in gods and Buddhas. If they prayed to gods and Buddhas, it must be for disguise. After all, no one would care about a Buddhist chanting. Old woman!
…
South Market, Bagua Street, Fuxian Tea House
Niu Delu was lying on the chair of the Taishi leisurely listening to books. He had made a fortune in half a month, but he was so happy that Fusheng hurriedly ran over: "Boss Niu, are there many people outside?"
"A lot of people? If there are no people coming to our teahouse on any day, just invite them to sit down."
"No, are they the famous speakers in our hall before?"
"Um?"
When Niudelu heard this, he immediately stood up and became interested. He patted his sleeves:
"Okay, the distinguished guests are here and I have to entertain them myself."
Niudelu hurried downstairs, his face happier than making money.
Although he was his old partner who betrayed him in the past, he was a businessman who always avoided hitting people with smiles, and he could not keep his face down when customers came from outside.
As soon as I left the hall, there were seven or eight people standing in the alley outside. They were all wearing long robes, mandarin jackets and melon hats. Although these storytellers were different in height, short, fat and thin, they all looked like matryoshka dolls, with the same kind of unwillingness on their faces. smile.
"Oh, congratulations, my old boss, we heard that your new opera is a hit, so we came to congratulate you!"
congratulate? If you don’t come earlier, you won’t come later. You came here only when the new teahouse’s business was running low... Mr. Niu was cursing in his heart, but he was still cheerful on his face:
"Oh, this is such a trivial matter. Isn't it okay for you guys to be in the new teahouse? I heard there are twice as many people as here. It's quite a fat job."
Mr. Niu has been keeping his waiters eyeing the new teahouses these past few days. After ten days in a row, the business of other teahouses has dropped sharply. One small teahouse has closed its shop after seeing that there is really no business. This shows the power of his new discounts in the past half month!
These storytellers were born from their mother's flesh, and they could not hear Mr. Niu's teasing. They had been thick-skinned for half a lifetime, and now they were actually blushing.
"Hi~"
"Master Niu, if you don't make a sound, you will already be a blockbuster. Scholars must already know the world's affairs if they don't go out. The new teahouse has a weak foundation after all. If there is a slight disturbance, it will disappear. These bosses are all knocking on the door. It seems that there is no business. The backlog of last month’s salary has not been paid, and we are still begging for food, and the whole family is waiting for food with open mouths.”
"Have a meal?"
Fusheng squeezed out of the hall and said angrily:
"Now that Fengtian has opened its port, the piers are full of notices asking for big baggage. Masters, you can go to the pier and have a look. Maybe you can earn dozens of coppers back today."
When Mr. Niu heard this, he shuddered with his backhand and said angrily in embarrassment:
"Fusheng, this is too harsh to say. These masters have all made great contributions to the teahouse. They should save some face even if they leave."
He then turned around and bowed with a smile:
"Don't be surprised. I just recruited this kid and haven't had time to train him yet."
"If you are short on money, although I don't have much money, I still have plenty of food. If you don't mind taking back a bag or two to give to my sister-in-law, that's not impossible."
"It's just that my teahouse is not recruiting new people yet. If we do, we will inform all the chefs as soon as possible!"
Fusheng's words have blocked the way for these famous people. There are 360 professions, any of which can support people. If you still want to bully others, then it is your fault.
Another thing is that Mr. Ren Niu doesn’t miss old friendships. You don’t have to talk about how many mouths you have at home. As long as you lower your face and get it, you will have enough food.
The double act between the master and the servant, these famous people are very embarrassed. They have a face and a skin. If you have no skin and no shame, don't blame the old boss for not remembering the old relationship. People on the roadside are watching. No one can say a word no.
This is called stealing the chicken but losing the rice, and not eating the chicken will make you feel embarrassed!
In such a scene, those who were a little embarrassed had already resigned.
Seeing that they couldn't hold it in their faces, several shameless famous talkers immediately lowered their dignity:
"Boss Niu, we are also in charge of various teahouses. We are more or less figures in Bagua Street. If you want to live alone, you have to call your own teahouse and say goodbye."
"Hey, these scoundrels are just trying to get away with it!"
Just as Fu Sheng was about to chase him out and fight, Boss Niu immediately stopped him, removed his stiff smile, and showed a look of disdain:
"Don't chase after a poor bandit. You can't tolerate others in your belly. Folk art can't go very far. The biggest punishment for him is to let him run rampant."
After saying that, he rubbed the back of Fu Sheng's head lovingly: "Does it hurt? I guess I hurt you just now."
"Boss, aren't you angry that I talked nonsense?"
Fu Sheng's eyes widened and he felt flattered.
Niudelu smiled generously and waved his hand towards the young man:
"Hey~ What you said is the truth. Why should I be angry? What I'm angry about is that you are too young and don't know how to change things. I, Niudelu, am just relying on my fame and suffering this loss to understand this truth. Don't worry about business. No matter how big it is, harmony will bring wealth, discussion and understanding.”
