"Third brother, this is the second largest restaurant in Moling County you mentioned. It's really big and prosperous!"
Wang Cheng couldn't help but exclaimed as he looked at the three-story wooden and mud structure restaurant in front of him. However, just after midnight, there was already an endless stream of customers coming in and out.
"Piaoxianglou" is as its name suggests. Guests can smell the aroma of wine stretching from two neighborhoods in the distance. The Zhao family migrated from the north and brought the ancestral secret recipe of grain and wine. Piaoxianglou, or spiritual music
Wine shops and wine are the foundation of their fortune, although they have already been involved in some industries such as silk and rice shops.
Looking at the three big characters in front of the building, Zhu Kui smiled and said: I have never seen it before, it is indeed quite shocking, maybe we will stay here in the next few days."
Of course it is shocking. Although Piaoxiang Building is not as tall and gorgeous as a modern restaurant, it is more elegant and unique, full of ancient charm, and a three-story building made of pure wood, which is also rare in later generations.
"Third brother, what are you saying, we will live here? What's going on?" Wang Cheng asked in confusion, rubbing the back of his head.
"Let's go, you will know later." Zhu Kui did not explain, but directly pulled Wang Cheng into the restaurant.
I saw several tables placed in the courtyard of the building, and many guests were sitting on their knees, which was almost full. Zhu Kui took a quick look and found the steward holding an abacus and thinking with his head down at the counter. He passed the shop that was greeting him.
The clerk came directly to the shopkeeper, cupped his hands, and said angrily: "Those who have met the shopkeeper, I have been ordered by a noble man to see Mr. Zhao. I hope the shopkeeper will introduce him to you."
Raising his head slightly, the shopkeeper discovered that the person who had spoken just now was actually a teenager in his teens, with a rather unhappy look on his face. He had just reached an important part of the reconciliation when he was suddenly interrupted, and had to start over again.
"Go, why are you, a little kid, meeting a big boss? Why don't you get out of here quickly? Don't affect my business."
"Azhan, how did you do this? Why did you let the two little kids run to the counter so casually and why didn't you take them out quickly?"
The waiter A Zhan muttered: "I was just about to stop you, but who knew these two brats were so fast and rushed past them all at once." He did not dare to say these words, after all, it was really his negligence.
, and quickly ran over to drive them out.
Zhu Kui turned sideways to avoid being pushed away by his clerk A Zhan. Without changing his expression, he continued to talk to the shopkeeper calmly: "Shopkeeper, I'm here to deliver a letter. The client is a young man from a wealthy family. What are you doing now?"
Drive me away, and then you, Dadong Zhao, will blame me, and I think you may not be able to keep your job as the shopkeeper."
"Wait, A Zhan."
"Young man, what are you talking about? A young master from a wealthy family asked you to deliver letters to the big boss. Who is this young master?"
When Zhu Kui saw this, he was convinced that there was actually a wealthy young master who was just made up by him. However, if he hadn't said so, they would probably not see Zhao Bancheng today.
"I don't know the name of the young master. When my brother and I entered the city just now, the young master found us and gave us money to deliver this letter to Zhao Dadong's family in Piaoxiang Tower. He also said that Zhao Dadong's family will be in Piaoxiang Tower at this moment.
In the building."
As he spoke, Zhu Kui took out an ordinary bamboo slip from the package in his hand.
"Oh, give me the bamboo slips and let me see what is written on it before we talk about it."
The shopkeeper took Zhu Kui's bamboo slips and was about to untie them when he heard Zhu Kui say again: "Oh, I forgot to tell the shopkeeper. The young master mentioned that even if he couldn't hand it over to Zhao Dadong's family, he still had to give instructions.
The recipient cannot view it privately, and only he and the owner can know the contents, otherwise he will bear the consequences."
When the shopkeeper heard this, his hands trembled slightly, wondering if there really was a rich man who wrote something important to the big boss, and he also knew that the big boss would be at Piaoxiang Tower at this time.
It seems that it is better to go in and inform the big boss, then he said with a straight face: "Okay, I will send the bamboo slips in for you to the big boss, you wait, if you let me know that you are playing tricks on me, you will look good later, A Zhan will see
Keep them contained and don't let them move around."
After saying that, the shopkeeper took the bamboo slips to the backyard.
Half an hour later, the shopkeeper finally came out, with a strange expression on his face.
"Follow me, the boss has decided to meet you."
In the backyard, next to a stone table with a pot of tea boiling on it, a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe sat cross-legged there, holding Zhu Kui's bamboo slips in his hand, reading carefully...
"My boss, the two young men have already been brought here."
After reporting the report, the shopkeeper stood aside. The middle-aged man gently placed the bamboo slips on the stone table, raised his head and looked at Zhu Kui. The middle-aged man was Zhao Bancheng. His facial features were ordinary, but Zhu Kui didn't think there was anything wrong with him.
The only thing that stands out is that his eyes are quite sharp, hiding a hint of cunning.
"You are the young men who came to deliver the bamboo slips. Now you can tell me which rich man asked you to deliver the bamboo slips. These money will be considered as a reward for you."
Zhu Kui listened to this slightly philistine question, smiled slightly, stepped forward to take the copper coins, and then made an apology and said: "I'm sorry, my boss, but in fact there is no such thing as a rich man. This is just to win the trust of the shopkeeper Hu Kou."
Made up randomly.”
"You treacherous little boy, how dare you deceive my big boss."
Zhao Bancheng stretched out his hand to stop the angry shopkeeper, and said softly: "There is no rich man. I have guessed this a long time ago. If such a good idea was thought of by a rich man, he would have implemented it himself. I would have asked Zhao again."
What's the matter? That's why I paid you to reward you, just to let you tell me who wrote this bamboo slip, that is, the person behind your back who instigated you to find me."
"Haha, big boss, since I said before that there is no rich man, that means there is no one behind me." Zhu Kui replied with a smile.
"Young man, are you entertaining me? Do you want to tell me that everything on this bamboo slip was thought up and written by you?" Before the meeting, the young man repeatedly refused to answer his own questions directly and went around in circles, telling Zhao Bancheng
There was a hint of anger.
Seeing the change in the other person's expression, Zhu Kui immediately understood and had to get to the point quickly. He then clasped his fists to express his apology and continued: "My boss Mingjian, this bamboo slip was written by the boy. It was the idea of telling stories in the restaurant to attract customers.
The kid came up with it too."
Seeing the angry and disbelieving expressions of the two of them, Zhu Kui began to talk to himself before they could say anything else.
"The Romance of the Gods, in the first chapter, King Nuwa of Shang Dynasty offered incense in the palace and wrote obscene poems.
The mother-in-law Nuwa was so angry that she summoned the three female demons from Xuanyuan Tomb to become soup due to cholera. Unfortunately, the Yin Shang Dynasty was cut off for six hundred years.
....
This strategy is to set up a high platform in the lobby of the restaurant, and have a storyteller dictate the novel in the hall, and add some atmosphere to exaggerate it. This can attract a large number of big-name guests to listen and bring profits to the restaurant. As long as the story is kept fresh at all times, others will learn it.
It’s not something to worry about if you go.”
"Big boss, I wonder if this kid is right?"
Unlike the shopkeeper next to him who was stunned that a young boy could recite such a long story fluently, Zhao Bancheng was a wealthy businessman in Moling after all and had seen a lot of the world. He was only slightly surprised before he came back to his senses and said: "No.
Thinking that a young man like you has such talent, I wonder where he studied? But as a descendant of the Spring and Autumn novelists, I once heard that there was a novelist among the hundreds of Spring and Autumn schools, who also specialized in writing and revising historical records, miscellaneous notes, ancient folk affairs, etc. like you.