Chapter 90

The new store opened in a jubilant mood.

For Zhou Ze, the decoration and rent of the new store, as well as the expenses you can imagine, are not Zhou Ze's money.

Xu Qinglang paid half of the money, and the remaining half was money from Bai Yingying's funerary goods.

Of course, Xu Qinglang is going to "semi retire" next. He only plans to sell coffee as snacks in bookstores and live a healthy life.

Money can only be made by Zhou Ze.

Fortunately, everyone is not very skeptical about Zhou Ze's ability to make money. The new store is located in South Street, with a large number of people and ghosts.

As long as boss Zhou carries forward the professionalism of not afraid of hardship and not afraid of staying up late, and constantly sends these ghosts to hell to accept transformation and become a new man, it should be no problem to earn a lot of money.

At that time, everyone will squat in front of the bookstore to burn paper money, and then wait for someone to lose their wallet, even the handling charge to the bank will be exempted.

The overall tone of the bookstore is soft and dark, and the bookshelves inside are not placed very densely. Newspapers and magazines with relatively fast renewal are in a row alone, novels are in a row, and other serious books are in a separate area.

As for teaching materials and other things, Zhou Ze didn't go in again.

The bookstore has the second floor, which is divided into three rooms and a bathroom. It is everyone's living area.

On the first day of opening, there were no fireworks, no basket salutes, and everything seemed very simple and calm.

The old Taoist was very knowledgeable and cleaning with Bai Yingying. Zhou Ze sat behind the bar and tasted the cocktail just made by Xu Qinglang.

After taking a sip, he put down the glass. The little monkey picked up the glass and took a sip secretly. Then he just felt extremely hard to drink and kept sticking out his tongue.

Tang Shi is alone in the upstairs bedroom. She is very homely. If she is free at ordinary times, she can stay in the room all day, and she won't feel bored.

It was already after dusk and the sky had darkened when everything was packed up and really ready to meet the guests.

Holding a plaque in her hand, Bai Yingying hung up the sign of "late night bookstore", then jumped down, patted her hands, and smiled contentedly after confirming that she was well placed.

Then, she hung and fixed the two antithetical plaques of "listen to me" and "so I heard" at the left and right ends respectively according to the boss's instructions.

This is a sign brought back from the old store.

Bai Yingying asked Zhou Ze about the meaning of "listen to it" and "so I heard it". Zhou Ze explained that it was simply the story he heard and told it to everyone.

It doesn't represent your own point of view. Everyone just listens to it for fun and doesn't have to take it seriously.

The bookstore is still a dead man business, and the living man business can only be regarded as an addition. After all, there is a "Tongcheng bookstore" not far from the South Street. A large bookstore specializing in physical books is not generally difficult to compete with, and it is not necessary at all.

Zhou Ze remembers that in his childhood, "Tongcheng bookstore" was the most influential Bookstore representative among Tongcheng people, but in recent years, with the continuous compression and recession of the physical book market, Tongcheng bookstore has also reduced its business area, which is much more shabby than in its heyday.

It can only be said that the popularity of mobile phone and screen reading has made most people gradually forget the habit of ink and paper reading.

After everything is completed and on track, the next step is to wait for the business to come.

In fact, the business is also very fast. From the official opening at 7 p.m. to now, several groups of guests have come, but they all ordered a cup of coffee or other drinks, sat there, rested, chatted, and were all living people.

When the living came, Zhou Ze simply didn't move. On the contrary, Xu Qinglang kept saying hello and making drinks. He was too busy.

It was already 9:30 after seeing off these groups of guests. Xu Qinglang drank a mouthful of water. Looking at Zhou Ze, who was sitting on the rocking chair and shaking constantly, he suddenly felt very unbalanced in his heart!

"Lao Zhou, I think we can put up a sign, 'no living people are allowed in', what do you think?"

"Then the next day, the industry and Commerce will come." Zhou Ze rejected Xu Qinglang's proposal without hesitation.

"But I feel more tired than opening a noodle shop." Xu Qinglang looked sad.

Before he opened a noodle shop, there were not many people who really went to eat in the store. Most of the orders were for takeout. As long as he wanted to rest, he could close the takeout software directly, but now that other guests came in, you can't push people out, can you?

"You see, this is coming."

Zhou Ze looked outside the door.

It seems that it's really the location. Today's real business is coming soon.

Entering the door was an old woman, leaning on a crutch. She was thin and slightly shriveled. Her eyes stared wide, as if she were dying.

There was a little resentment on the old woman, which meant that she actually had some obsessions, so she didn't go to hell and didn't enter reincarnation.

However, this resentment of her is far away from Hua Li ghost, and she still belongs to the ghost category of "harmless to humans and animals".

"Prepare the dishes." Zhou Ze said to Xu Qinglang.

Xu Qinglang didn't shout bitterness and tiredness this time. In fact, it was his suggestion to prepare vegetables for the people who were going to hell.

He felt that Zhou Ze's previous action of sending the ghost directly to hell was too simple and crude, without foreplay at all, too dry and too lack of service quality.

Therefore, he suggested that before sending people to hell, he should order the whole meal and give them a gift, and then they will leave more dead money.

It's like that in the cinema, in addition to the big income of movie tickets, there is also a big income of selling coke and popcorn.

The food is also very simple, a dish of dried radish, a dish of peanuts, a bowl of rice with chopsticks inserted upside down, and a glass of rice wine.

They are all ready-made and ready-made things. It's OK to put them on a plate, and it's not troublesome.

The Taoist priest put the small table, prepared the small stool, and pulled up the curtain to isolate the view from the outside, otherwise in case other customers came in, they would be surprised to see this scene.

This is also a small compartment for ghosts.

Zhou Ze came over with his tea cup in his hand and said to the old woman, "please."

The old woman hesitated. It can be seen that she was afraid, but she was more afraid of Zhou Ze. At present, she could only sit down trembling.

Xu Qinglang handed a bottle of ox eye tears mixed with Rune water to Lao Dao. Lao Dao wiped it on his eyes and saw the old lady.

To be honest, the Taoist priest hasn't met this kind of thing since he left Mingdian. For a time, he was a little sad and couldn't help thinking of his boss who was still in Chengdu.

However, it's fast.

Lao Dao has sent a notice to his Shuiyou in the live room where he hasn't broadcast live for several months. He will restart the live broadcast in the early morning of April 1, which is about 0.20 on March 31.

That day was the day when the boss said he would come back.

Bai Yingying also sat down with a small bench. The old woman was a little shy. She had a zombie, a ghost, a xuanxiu, and a hot old Taoist in her crotch,

The old woman said Alexander.

Her little resentment, surrounded by the wolves, is really not worth mentioning.

"Eat, and you'll be on your way."

Zhou Ze urged.

The old woman smiled, bowed her head and began to eat.

It's like a tiger is terrible, but the tiger in the zoo is like a kitten.

When the old woman goes out, if she accidentally gives people a glimpse, she may frighten people sick or faint, but at this time, she can only eat obediently.

"Aunt, how did you die?" The Taoist priest began to ask at this time.

Lao Dao is an active person, even if he is old, but the older he is, the more he talks.

He usually talked to the little monkey about how he subdued a big monkey at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain five hundred years ago;

The monkey also joined in. As long as the Taoist priest bought some snacks, the monkey could sit there and listen to the Taoist priest for an afternoon, and waved from time to time:

"Speak loudly!"

"Three touch and tear."

The Taoist priest was confused. He knew that the old woman spoke dialect, so he looked at Zhou Ze.

"Died of illness." Zhou Ze translated.

Tongcheng dialect is quite different from putonghua.

"Aunt, it's not good. Even if you're a ghost, you can't forget to learn. We have to learn Mandarin well, or we'll wait in hell.

Think about it. There are so many people on huangquan road. It's difficult for you to find someone who can find Tongcheng dialect. At that time, there's no one who can talk on the road. How boring! "

The old Taoist kindly reminded him.

Aunt was a little embarrassed and had to lower her head to eat.

"Any children?" The Taoist priest began to ask again.

"I'm so sorry."

Lao Dao looked at Zhou Ze again, which meant that you translate quickly.

"Have a daughter." Xu Qinglang translated.

"Then your daughter must have burned a lot of paper money for you?" The Taoist rubbed his hands.

The old woman was stunned when she heard the speech, and said with a wry smile, "the conditions at home are not good." (translated by Xu Qinglang)

"Poor conditions at home?" The Taoist priest was not discouraged and continued, "it's all right. Anyway, paper money is not expensive. As long as your child has you in his heart, paper money can be more."

"Lying in the hospital bed, I have no money to cure." The old woman said, putting down her chopsticks and wiping her tears.

"Poor thing." The Taoist priest wiped his tears together.

The white Yingying is also nununuzui, and her heart is also a little uncomfortable.

"My daughter asked me on the hospital bed whether to continue to spend money to treat it. I was lying in bed and couldn't speak or move. She cried and said to me, if I didn't want to continue to treat it, I would blink. If I didn't blink, I would treat it even if I was smashing the pot and selling iron."

"This girl is also good." The old Taoist said, "what did you do?"

"I blinked, then went home from the hospital, and then died." The old woman continued to wipe her tears.

"It's not easy. You also think about your children. It's really great. It's not easy. Your children also have to live." The Taoist priest followed with grief.

In fact, there are many such things in reality, especially in the face of some incurable diseases, which means constantly throwing money into them, and many families can't afford this way of throwing money to treat diseases.

"Aunt, you are great." White Yingying.

"I'll pour you another glass of wine." Xu Qinglang.

On the other hand, looking at the way everyone around was dancing with tears, Zhou Ze was a little embarrassed.

He pointed to the old woman's big eyes that had been staring since she entered the door and asked:

"How did you blink?"

The old woman heard the words,

Stop crying,

Immediately said viciously:

"She asked me,

Mom, I ask you, if you don't want to cure it, just blink. If you don't blink, even if you're selling iron, you'll have to treat me.

then,

After waiting for five minutes,

I can't help it,

Blinked.

She immediately began to wipe her tears and said:

OK,

Mom,

I see what you mean,

We won't cure it. "