The new store opened, full of joy.

For Zhou Ze, the decoration of the new store, rent, and other expenses you can imagine are not actually paid for by Zhou Ze.

Xu Qinglang paid half of it, and the remaining half was money exchanged for Bai Yingying's funeral objects.

Of course, Xu Qinglang is going to "semi-retire" next, and he only plans to sell coffee and make snacks in the bookstore and live a healthy life.

You can only rely on Zhou Ze to make money.

Fortunately, no one doubts Zhou Ze's ability to make money. The new store is located on South Street, where there is a lot of traffic, and there should be a lot of ghost traffic.

As long as Boss Zhou carries forward the professionalism of not being afraid of hardship and not being afraid of staying up late, and keeps sending these ghosts who come to his door to hell to be rehabilitated and reborn, there shouldn't be a big problem in earning a lot of money.

At that time, everyone can just squat in front of the bookstore, burn paper money and wait for people to drop their wallets. Even the handling fee for going to the bank is waived.

The overall tone of the bookstore is soft and dark, and the bookshelves inside are not densely packed. Newspapers and magazines that are updated quickly are in a separate row, novels are in a row, and other more serious books are in a separate area.

As for teaching aid materials and the like, Zhou Ze didn't go into them any more.

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

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

The old man cleans the house with Bai Yingying very knowingly, while Zhou Ze sits behind the bar and tastes the cocktail Xu Qinglang just made.

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

Tang Shi was alone in the bedroom upstairs. She was a homebody. If nothing happened, she could stay in the room all day and not get bored.

When everything was tidied up and ready to welcome the guests, it was already after dusk and the sky had darkened.

Bai Yingying held the plaque in one hand and hung up the "Midnight Bookstore" sign, then jumped down, clapped her hands, and after confirming that she had placed it properly, she smiled with satisfaction.

Later, she followed the boss's instructions and hung up and fixed the two couplet plaques on the left and right ends: "I listen to it" and "I hear it like this".

This is a signboard brought back from an old store.

Bai Yingying asked Zhou Ze what "I heard it" and "I heard it like this" meant. Zhou Ze explained that he simply told everyone the story he heard himself.

It does not represent my own views. Everyone just listens to it for fun and does not need to take it seriously.

The bookstore is still in the business of dead people, and the business of living people can only be regarded as a supplement. After all, there is a "Tongcheng Bookstore" not far from South Street, a large bookstore that specializes in selling physical books. It is difficult to compete with it.

It's not that big, and it's not necessary at all.

Zhou Ze remembers that when he was a child, "Tongcheng Bookstore" was regarded as the most influential representative bookstore in the hearts of Tongcheng people. However, in recent years, with the continuous compression and recession of the physical book market, Tongcheng Bookstore has also reduced its business area.

, compared to the heyday of the past, it seems a lot shabby.

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

Everything is completed, step into the right track, and the next step is to wait for the business to come.

In fact, the business has come to the door very fast. From 7 pm to the present, several batches of guests have been here, but they have ordered a cup of coffee or other drinks to sit there to chat and chat. They are all living people.

When the living person came, Zhou Ze simply moved. Instead, Xu Qinglang kept greeting and had to prepare the drink.

It was already nine:30 to send these groups of guests. Xu Qinglang took a sip of water and looked at Zhou Zeton, who was sitting on a rocking chair, was unbalanced in his heart!

"Lao Zhou, I think we can hang a sign,‘ living people must not enter ’, what do you think?”

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

"But I feel that this is more tired than my opening restaurant." Xu Qinglang looked sorrowful.

He opened the restaurant before, and there were not many people who really went to the store to eat. Most orders were on the takeaway. As long as he wanted to rest and shut down the takeaway software directly, but now the guests come in.

People push it out, right?

"Look, this is not here."

Zhou Ze looked at the door.

It seems that it is really the reason for location. Today, a real business comes quickly.

The old lady entered the door, with a crutch, thin, slightly dry, with a pair of eyes, staring widely, as if she was dead.

The old lady had a little faint resentment, which meant that she actually had some obsession, so she couldn't go to hell, nor did she go into a reincarnation.

But her grievances are far away from Ghost Ghost, and still belong to the ghosts of "harmless humans and animals".

"Prepare vegetables." Zhou Ze told Xu Qinglang.

Xu Qinglang did not shout to be tired this time. In fact, preparing food for those who are about to be sent to hell is his suggestion.

He felt that before Zhou Ze's move to hell directly to hell was too simple and rude, there was no foreplay at all, and he was too dry and lacking service quality.

Because of this, he proposed that before giving people to hell, the whole meal was given to give a person. At that time, people will leave more money.

It's like the reason for the large income of cola popcorn in the cinema in addition to the big income of the movie ticket.

The vegetables are also very simple, a plate of dried radish, a plate of peanut rice, a bowl of rice with chopsticks, a glass of old rice wine.

They are all ready -made things, just install it, and it is not troublesome.

Lao Dao put the small table well, prepared the small stool, and pulled the curtains to isolate the vision outside, otherwise in case other customers would be scared to see this scene.

This is also a small private room, a small private room that is specifically prepared for ghosts.

Zhou Ze walked over with the tea cup in his hand and said to the old lady: "Please."

The old lady was a little hesitant. It can be seen that she was a little scared, but she was more afraid of Zhou Ze. At present, she can only sit down.

Xu Qinglang handed a bottle of cow with a bottle of runewater to the old road. The old road wiped it on his eyes and saw the old lady.

Honestly, this kind of thing that opens the door and welcomes the ghosts, Lao Dao has not encountered it since he left the underworld. For a while, he sighed a little, and could not help but think of the boss who was still in Rongcheng.

But it's almost almost.

Lao Dao has sent a notice to his water friends in the live broadcast room where he has not lived for a few months. He will reopen the live broadcast after the early morning of April 1st, about March 31.

That day, it was the day when the boss said to come back.

Bai Yingying also sat over with a small bench. The old lady was a little shy, a zombie, a ghost, a mysterious repair, and an old way in the crotch.

The old lady said Alexander.

Her grievances, under the surround of this group of wolves, it was really worthless.

"Eat it, it's good to go on the road after eating."

Zhou Ze urged.

The old lady smiled, lowered her head, and started eating.

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

The old lady went out, and if she accidentally made a glance, it was estimated that she could scare or dizzy, but at this time, she could only eat obediently.

"Aunt, are you dead?" Lao Dao started asking at this time.

Lao Dao is an active person. Even if he is old, the older people are, the more words.

He also talked to the little monkey, saying that he had suppressed a big splash monkey in Wuzhishan five hundred years ago in five hundred years ago;

Monkeys also support, as long as Lao Dao buys a little snack, the monkey can sit there to listen to the old road and blow one afternoon, and he waves from time to time:

"Talking!"

"Three touchs."

Lao Dao was confused, and he knew that the old lady told dialect, and then looked at Zhou Ze.

"Sick and died." Zhou Ze's translation.

Tongcheng dialect is very different from Mandarin.

"Aunt, this is not possible. Even if you are a ghost, you can't forget to learn. We must learn well in Mandarin, otherwise you will wait for hell.

If you think about it, there are so many people on Huangquan Road. It is difficult for you to find a person who will find Tongcheng dialects. At that time

Lao Tao reminded goodwill.

The aunt was a little embarrassed, and she could only lower her head to eat.

"Is there a child?" Lao Dao began to ask again.

"Yu Guo Oh."

Lao Dao looked at Zhou Ze again, meaning, you translate quickly.

"There is a daughter." Xu Qinglang translated.

"Then your daughter must have burned a lot of paper money?" Lao Dao rubbed his hands.

The old lady heard the words, stunned, and smiled bitterly: "The conditions at home are not good." (Xu Qinglang translated)

"The conditions at home are not good?" Lao Dao was discouraged and continued: "It's okay, anyway, the paper money is not expensive, as long as your child has you in your heart, the paper money can be more."

"Lying on the bed, no money to treat illness." (Translated by Xu Qinglang) The old lady said, put down the chopsticks, wiped her tears.

"This is pitiful." Lao Dao wiped tears together.

Bai Yingying is also Nu Nu's mouth, and I feel a little uncomfortable.
To be continued...