When he returned to the Internet cafe, Zhou Ze saw Uncle Wang still busy at the bar, so he walked to the water dispenser to pick up a cup of hot water.

"Uncle Wang."

Zhou Ze, holding a cup of hot water, leaned at the bar with a smile on his face.

Uncle Wang looked up, looked at Shi and asked, "It's still some time before night, why are you here without resting?"

"Uncle Wang, I'm having a hard time recently..." Zhou Ze pretended to cry.

"The live broadcast was blocked, I think life is very difficult..."

Listening to Zhou Ze's crying voice, Uncle Wang waved his hand in disgust: "Don't pretend to be a bad guy, just say anything if you have anything to do."

"It's so satisfying." Zhou Ze said: "Give me a salary of 10,000 yuan."

"What?!" Uncle Wang squirted out a mouthful of tea.

After Zhou Ze quickly avoided his eyes and hands, he whispered: "Uncle Wang's reaction is so big? It's just 10,000 yuan. Don't scare the customers..."

"You little brat, you really think I am a philanthropist!" Uncle Wang glared at Zhou Ze and said, "I just sent five thousand away a few days ago, but now I want another ten thousand?!"

Zhou Ze sighed: "Uncle Wang, I know I'm doing this too much, but you can't react so much..."

"You know that this is too much." Uncle Wang took a sip of tea into his stomach again: "Tell me, what's going on this time?"

"The main thing is that I owe others 10,000 yuan. It is better to owe outsiders than to your own people." Zhou Ze said with a smile.

"We have a relationship, you can't give me 10,000 yuan."

"No." Uncle Wang was very decisive.

"Why, Uncle Wang, is it my medicinal recipe for treating hepatitis that doesn't work?" Zhou Ze began to trick up his tricks again.

Uncle Wang obviously stopped taking his tricks: "Stop, don't use this spectrum to threaten me. Although I admit it works, I can't keep paying for me!"

"One day I will be hollowed out by you."

Uncle Wang, who muttered, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong with Uncle Wang? Is he sick?" Zhou Ze asked hurriedly.

"Get out, I'm always cursing me." Uncle Wang patted Zhou Ze's arm: "I remember why you paid back the money!"

"Lend me 10,000 yuan, and you'll pay it back immediately!" Zhou Ze joked.

"I didn't make a fuss for you. I mean you can post videos online to sell medicine recipes!" Uncle Wang said in surprise.

"Selling medicine recipe?" Zhou Ze scratched his hair: "Can this thing make money?"

"Of course!" Uncle Wang saw that there were no new customers coming, so he pulled Zhou Ze back to the office.

"As long as you post the video online, you will naturally have money after reaching a certain amount of views!" Uncle Wang opened the website: "Especially, your fame has been played out long ago. If you don't have a license, you won't delay making some medicinal food!"

"It makes sense." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Can you still have a massage?"

"meeting."

"That's it. In the future, you can give me a massage in the office and then post the video online. This will be no two ways to make money!"

After saying that, Uncle Wang thought for a while: "No, there are three ways, you have to look forward to me as well as my Internet cafe!"

When Zhou Ze heard this, he felt that there was a chance!

"Thank you, Uncle Wang!" Zhou Ze hugged him.

"Get out." Uncle Wang smiled and pushed Zhou Ze away.

Looking at Uncle Wang who was leaving, Zhou Ze suddenly reacted: "No, Uncle Wang, do you have any money to give you a massage?"

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Wang had already left the office.

"Hehe." Zhou Ze didn't care either, and sat in front of the computer to start studying how to do videos.

About two hours later, Zhou Ze clicked the uploaded button on the computer.

"A medicinal meal to treat the cold hands and feet of girls." Zhou Ze nodded with satisfaction.

I remember that when Zhou Ze first broadcasted live, a girl with the ID named "Liaoxue" asked this question.

Most girls probably have this kind of trouble of cold hands and feet.

Sure enough, as soon as the video was posted, it instantly received 3,000 views.

Many of them are fans they have accumulated before.

"Zheng Dao Zheng posted a video! Come and see!"

"Tsk, isn't someone saying that my Taoist Master Zhou doesn't have a license? You can't even send a meal?!"

"What is your Taoist Master Zhou? Taoist Master Zhou is obviously from my family!"

“…”

Zhou Ze breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, Lin Zhaoxue's 10,000 yuan can be paid back in a few days."

If Lin Muguang and Li Hui target Lin Zhaoxue because of this incident, then they will become sinners...

After looking at the time, Zhou Ze's mind moved: "Master Dao, have you boiled the medicine hard?"

"Don't worry, I'll stare at it." Master Dao replied.

In the Taoist temple, Guo Dali stared at the medicine furnace in front of him and felt drowsy.

However, when Guo Dali insisted on removing the scars on his face after drinking this medicine, he forced himself to open his eyelids.

But he didn't notice that the last incense burner beside him burned all over.

"Ahem."

The voice of Master Dao sounded from the Taoist temple.

"Who!" Guo Dali suddenly became shocked and looked around.

The lights in the shabby Taoist temple were also a little dim, and Guo Dali couldn't help but touch his arm.

"Don't scare me! I have a place to come out and ask my grandpa to punch you." Guo Dali shouted everywhere.

After a long time, no movement was made, and Guo Dali finally calmed down.

"I'll just say... How could there be ghosts in this world..." Guo Dali comforted himself, and then added a fire to the stove.

"Oh..." Master Dao sighed.

"Who is it!" Guo Dali shouted.

"I said you guys, I have reminded you twice." Master Dao was helpless: "You didn't notice that the incense was burned?"

Guo Dali looked at the incense burner, and sure enough, all sixteen incense sticks were burned.

"It's broken, I almost missed the hour." Guo Dali quickly picked up the medicine pot and filtered the potion into the bowl.

Holding his nose, he swallowed the medicine into his stomach in one breath.

"Himmer... It's so bitter..." Guo Dali said as he stuck out his tongue.

"The good medicine is bitter." Master Dao responded.

Guo Dali couldn't help it: "Where are you hiding, come out quickly!"

"I was just ordered by the viewer to stare at you and drink the medicine. I almost forgot to come out to remind you just now." Master Dao's voice was not colored.

"So they are from Taoist temples... Then come out and we will meet..." Guo Dali said tentatively.

"To be precise, I'm already in front of you."

Guo Dali's mouth stiffened, and he barely squeezed out a sentence from his mouth: "Fellow Daoist, stop joking..."

Master Dao began to joke with Guo Dali: "The Taoist temple is me, and the Taoist temple is not me... Then who am I..."

"ah!"

Guo Dali pushed open the door of the pharmacy and searched around in the Taoist temple, but could not find the source of the sound.

"This kid... has a similar reaction to that guy Zhou Ze." Dao Master finally showed his happiness.

"Taishang Laojun...Uh...Sanqing Taoist...is still the Taoist priest..." Guo Dali knelt on the ground, folded his hands together, and said with a trembling voice: "Help me get rid of ghosts!"

"Except for your uncle."

Master Dao no longer teases Guo Dali.
Chapter completed!