My wife is a sword god.

Chapter 346 The Storyteller in the Restaurant

Before leaving, Qin Feng refused to let go of Huo Yuan's hand.

"Master Qin, I know you can't bear to part with us, but everyone has work to do, and you've settled in Fengtian City now, so you can meet again anytime you want." Huo Yuan comforted.

I can't bear your size. Qin Feng said in a deep voice: "It's agreed that I will give lectures to you, and I will buy the restaurant later, and you will come and decorate it for me for free.

how?My lecture is over, do you want to pretend that this never happened? "

Huo Yuan's face froze: "How could it be, Master Qin, after the location of your restaurant is selected, you can come and find us."

"There is no evidence for verbal claims, I want written evidence."

"With the reputation of Shengongfang and our previous relationship, there is no need to establish written evidence."

"Heh, you have so much work on weekdays, if you are too busy to spare any manpower, wouldn't my lecture today be for nothing?

Be sure to make written evidence! "

Huo Yuan had no choice but to finally agree.

Qin Feng put the paper into his arms with satisfaction, and asked curiously, "Where is Mr. Yuan, why didn't you see him today?"

"The old man is still tinkering with the moving city. His previous trip to Jinyang City made him suddenly enlightened. After he came back, he has been nesting on the fifth floor of the previous attic and never came out."

"So that's how it is. Mr. Yuan is really old. He doesn't know how to rest at such a young age, so go do your work. I'll take Ningshuang and leave first." Qin Feng waved his hand and left.

On the fifth floor of the attic, white smoke was coming out of the steaming stove. It was clearly the twelfth lunar month, but it was like a steamer here.

Grandpa Yuan Zhai sat cross-legged on the ground, and put aside the course notes he had just finished taking.

And on his left, the huge blueprint of Bai Xuan almost occupied one-third of the hall.

On the white announcement, a huge mobile city is vivid, and every detail inside has been marked in place, except for the word "power", which has a big question mark.

"I wanted to use treasures to drive this city, but it's still a bit unrealistic. I have to think again, think again."

After lectures all morning, it was time for lunch.

Qin Feng took Ningshuang through several streets and found a restaurant that was overcrowded.

People in different places have different food tastes. Although Qin Feng is very confident in hot pot, it is also necessary to find out the eating habits of the local people in advance.

As the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.

He originally wanted to take Ningshuang to the famous Star Picking Tower in Fengtian City for dinner, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up the idea.

After all, Zhaixing Building is targeting high-end customers, and it receives either the powerful or the royal relatives.

And Wangyueju faced more ordinary people and businessmen.

The value of reference is naturally different for different customer groups.

After waiting for a while, Qin Feng and Qin Feng were seated under the hospitality of the waiter in the restaurant.

There are all kinds of dishes here, and Qin Feng, who is a newcomer, doesn't know what to order, so he asks Xiaoer to serve all the signature dishes.

The restaurant here is quite distinctive, with a high platform standing in the middle, and a storyteller on the platform is full of emotion.

It is very beautiful that people can listen to stories while eating food.

"That's a good idea." Qin Feng nodded slightly. Isn't what restaurants need most is popularity and excitement?
Moreover, if he lives an extra life, the stories in his head can be described as strange and varied, and he will not worry about not attracting guests.
With the chopsticks down, he was full of wine and food, and Qin Feng had a general understanding of the tastes of the people in Fengtian City.

The storyteller was probably tired, so he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and stopped telling the story, but casually mentioned some major events that happened in the four regions of Daqian.

This not only did not disappoint the people, but made them even more excited.

After all, for these people, gossip and gossip are timeless after-dinner conversations.

Fengtian City is the center of Daqian, and people come and go from all over the world, and the news that spreads is overwhelming.

The storyteller mentioned the Asura clan in the Eastern Region, who are still unparalleled in combat power, making people frightened.

In the Raksha clan in the Northern Territory, all the women in it are all over the country, but they all have thorns, which can kill people.

The Jialou Luo tribe in the southern region, since the battle of Zhenling Pass, has rested and recuperated their business, and recently they have made another move.

The demon king of the Western Regions is extremely powerful. In the past few years, he has occupied many areas one after another, and the demon slaying division has gradually become unable to suppress it.

The Tushan fox demon that can seduce people's souls, the huge Kunpeng that can cover the sky and the sun, and the mountain dragon turtle that can overwhelm mountains and seas.

The fire of the phoenix burns thousands of hectares of forest, and the roar of the blue dragon shakes the sky.

Ghosts and ghosts have always been the main theme of this era, and the human race can only survive carefully in the cracks between them.

"Speaking of the Southern Territory, too many things have happened recently. Since the establishment of Huarong Dao, the ghosts in the Southern Territory have become restless. The three great gods will kill the powerful demon ghosts who make trouble, and they will never stop for a moment.

And some time ago, everyone must have heard about the ghoul disaster in Shuliang City that caused a lot of noise.

If it wasn't for the presence of Lord Sharpshooter and Spear Fairy in person, the consequences would be unimaginable!
But maybe you all don't know that there is one person who can solve the ghoul disaster. "

The storyteller made a fool of himself, and everyone who was eating under the stage was immediately unhappy: "Who is it, you can explain it clearly!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, listen to me slowly, Liu Jianli, the genius of the Liu family, everyone must know.

Before the three masters of swordsmanship formed the Swordsmanship League, she entered the third rank of Shenwu and became the youngest sword god in history.

And the ghoul disaster in Shuliang City can survive safely because of "

Someone from the audience scrambled: "Could it be that Liu Jianli also went to fight with Master Gun Xian?"

The storyteller waved his fingers and said, "No, no, it was her husband-in-law who went there, the son of the Qin family, the second-class Fengguo general!"

Qin Feng frowned, and Lan Ningshuang paused when she moved her chopsticks.

"If you want to say that this kid is really amazing, at such a young age, his cultivation in the literary sage orthodoxy is not low.

Poetry attainments are even more unrivaled in the world. Two months ago, a beautiful poem from Baihua Valley in the Southern Region was introduced to Fengtian City, which caused an uproar in the brothels.

Numerous literati and poets regard it as a classic, and claim that for thousands of years, no poems praising people can cover its edge. "

There are a lot of people in the restaurant, and there are always some senior old customers, a richly dressed man said excitedly: "I know, I know, Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing Revlon!

Rao is the oiran who is both excellent in poetry and poetry in the brothel. Whenever he mentions this poem, he will show a longing look.

Many oirans even publicly stated that if the person who wrote this poem went to their yard, they would not take any money, just to spend a good night with that talented man! "

Is there such a good thing?
Qin Feng's eyes lit up. To be the oiran in Fengtian City's brothels, he must be a first-class beauty.

If you sleep for one night, the cheapest is nearly a hundred taels of silver.

If you can prostitute for nothing, you will be too happy.

Just as he was dreaming, he suddenly felt a murderous aura.

Turning her head to look, Lan Ningshuang looked at him quietly without blinking her beautiful eyes.

Qin Feng immediately frowned and sighed: "The world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old. These people are really vulgar."

(End of this chapter)