Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 1033 Manuscript
The profession of journalist is actually very annoying, especially those journalists who are particularly dedicated are particularly annoying.

Sun Xiaomei is that kind of reporter who is dedicated to her job but also extremely annoying. She would ask questions non-stop, asking questions about things and questions about nothing. Eventually, the waiter in the teahouse couldn't stand it anymore and ran to ask the shopkeeper for half a day off, saying that he wanted to go back to his room to catch up on some sleep.

The shopkeeper was very open-minded and did not make things difficult for the young man. He agreed to his price.

Seeing the young man leave, Sun Xiaomei immediately stuck to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, do you think there was anything special about that man last night?"

"To be specific, the guest who stayed overnight should be from Japan. Even though he speaks fluently, his actions and gestures can't deceive people." The shopkeeper said calmly.

"Boss, do you have any evidence?"

"My eyes are the evidence!" the shopkeeper said confidently, "Although our teahouse is not big, we have received distinguished guests from many countries. No matter what the people of that country are like, they can't fool my eyes."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be so capable! I really underestimated you! Since you are so capable, please tell me more about what else you have figured out." Wang Xiaomei took the opportunity to flatter the shopkeeper.

"You can't talk about it!" The shopkeeper smiled and waved his hand. "You little reporter are so mean, just trying to get me to tell you something. You should know that words can cause trouble. I have been running this teahouse for so long, so I naturally know what to say and what not to say."

Having said that, Sun Xiaomei naturally knew that she could not ask any more questions, so she put away her paper and pen, took out seven or eight sheets of letter paper from her bag and handed them to the shopkeeper.

"What is that?" The shopkeeper took it and unfolded it. "It turns out to be a vernacular novel."

After looking at the page, the shopkeeper's expression changed slightly, "Are you talking about the Battle of Songhu?"

"It's mainly about the battle at Sihang Warehouse." Sun Xiaomei said in a low voice. "This." The shopkeeper pressed a few pieces of letter paper on the table. "Why are you letting me read this?"

"Nothing, isn't this a teahouse? I just wanted to ask the storyteller to see if it could be changed to a storytelling. If you have this book, your business will be much better."

"You," the shopkeeper pointed at Sun Xiaomei, "Do you think my teahouse has been open for too long?"

"Hey~" Sun Xiaomei pouted, a little frustrated, "It seems you don't dare to say this!"

After saying that, he reached out and took the papers on the table.

"Pah!" The shopkeeper clapped his hands and pressed down a few pages of paper. "Let me take a look first. If you really want to say something, you can't say it as you wrote. You are a young reporter with a powerful pen. You have offended everyone in the first few hundred words."

"We are forced to do this. In order to fit into a small space in the newspaper, we have to compress the content drastically." Sun Xiaomei was complacent and looked proud.

“Haha~” the shopkeeper stretched out his finger again and tapped it gently, “You~ah~really know how to talk. But then again, the attack on the Sihang Warehouse was really tragic. One of my teahouse employees also went to pull the wire, but he was shot dead by the Japanese before he even touched the wire reel.”

The shopkeeper picked up Wang Xiaomei's manuscript again, read it carefully, and then looked at Wang Xiaomei expectantly, "What's next?"

Wang Xiaomei blinked her eyes, "The bottom is gone!"