The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 43: Ghost Bodhisattva is also a Bodhisattva! (Seeking monthly tickets and follow-up reading)

"Whoa-"

The little fox squatted in front of the teahouse, whimpering in confusion, and pushed customers into the teahouse.

The customer who was stopped by the little fox was confused, and then he became even more confused when the little fox brought him into the store.

However, among the ten people that the little fox brought into the teahouse, basically eight of them were consumers.

Ansheng had worked as a salesperson in his previous life, so he had a pretty good eye for finding potential customers.

"嘤~"

When the room was crowded, Ansheng ran to the shelves and greeted customers with a whimper. With a dazed expression on her face, she allowed customers to kiss, hug and lift her up high.

Little Fox has a full range of services for attracting customers, retaining customers, promoting sales, and providing after-sales service.

Now all that’s left is to put a loudspeaker on the fox and let the little fox do word-of-mouth marketing outside the teahouse.

The owners of other tea houses all looked at the busy Yu Zhenghong and his wife with strange expressions.

"Where did we get the lucky lucky cat here?"

"No, let Master Fuli come to work. Then Ah Hong is really not afraid of being struck by lightning! Don't let him say that Mazu didn't bless him when the lightning strikes."

The other tea shop owners were all in front of the door, whispering to each other.

But it may be because there are too many people in front of the door, triggering the herd effect and stimulating people's desire to gather together to eat melons.

There were even more people in front of Yuxueqing's teahouse. Most of the onlookers stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks, wanting to see what was going on in Yuxueqing's teahouse.

"Ah Qing, hurry up! Don't worry about the people drinking tea in the house. Let Lao Deng take care of the guests. Hurry up and take me to the house to morally kidnap the guests and kill them!"

Seeing the crowd gathering, An Sheng's eyes lit up and he quickly spoke to Yu Xueqing in a soft voice.

"Oh oh oh, here it comes."

Yu Xueqing was so busy that she was dizzy. When she heard the little fox calling her, she hurried forward and picked up her beautiful little fox.

Yu Xueqing carried the little fox and went out of the house. The fox still stretched out his hands with a dazed look on his face, pulling away the onlookers in front of the door, and dragged the customers who were interested in buying into the house one by one.

Rain, snow and clear sky will come true.

She had previously felt that her parents were having a conflict and that she and Xiao An might not have lunch.

The process is a little different now though.

But the outcome is the same without lunch.

Ansheng was originally just thinking that Aqing actually lost four dollars during the live broadcast yesterday.

Since I'm free anyway, I might as well use my good looks to attract some individual customers to Aqing's teahouse.

An Sheng had not expected that the bustle in the store, combined with the gossip and discussion of the teahouse owners at the door, would inadvertently trigger a herd effect in the teahouse.

We were busy until 1:30 in the afternoon, when the number of customers in the teahouse gradually dispersed.

Originally, there were only three people in the teahouse: Yu Xueqing, Yu Zhenghong, Chen Peipei, and a little fox.

After greeting the customers, two middle-aged men appeared in the room, their pupils dilated, lying on chairs, breathing in and out.

"Ahong, fuck your grandpa." The middle-aged man who was already exhausted and paralyzed looked at Yu Zhenghong and cursed him without any politeness.

He is the owner of the teahouse next door, and he just came out to join in the fun.

But Yu Zhenghong directly pulled him in, slapped a sales badge on his chest, and arranged for him to help in the tea set area.

In one morning, for three hours, he helped sell four sets of tea sets and three tea cups without drinking a sip of water.

The other paralyzed man was also the owner of the teahouse next door, but he no longer had the energy to curse.

He had already drunk enough tea, even his fingers, which had been trained since childhood to withstand high-temperature tea brewing, were exhausted after three hours of high-intensity tea brewing and scalding teacups.

The thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his right hand were now as red as a cooked prawn. Yu Zhenghong rolled his eyes and said, "Don't talk nonsense. After we take a break, whatever you order at Qiangji Food Stall will be on me."

After Yu Zhenghong finished complaining, his legs trembled as if he was overworked. He walked to the altar of the God of Wealth, took out three incense sticks, then walked solemnly to Ansheng, lit them, and bowed.

"Master Fuli, may you bless me! I hope you can continue to look after Ah Hong's business in the future, and may it be as prosperous as today!"

"bless--"

Yu Zhenghong burned incense with a solemn face. After Chen Peipei calculated the costs, the tea house made a staggering profit of 4,000 yuan in three hours.

You should know that most of the tea sold in tea houses is what is commonly known as staple tea.

That is, it is for daily drinking, and the selling price is usually between 50 and 100 yuan. The most expensive tea in the store is only about 400 yuan.

With Ansheng around, the profit in three hours has already reached the profit of the previous week.

"Hey! Dad, didn't you say that all the foreign Bodhisattvas are evil and can't be worshipped?"

Yu Xueqing was so busy that she was exhausted. Because all the chairs in the teahouse were full of people, she could only squat in the corner and eat the popsicles she had just bought to cool off.

When she saw her father burning incense for Xiao An, she immediately started complaining with a strange look on her face.

"How dare you! What a demon! Master Fuli is the authentic auspicious sign of our Jiule City!"

Yu Zhenghong rolled his eyes and solemnly corrected his daughter's mistake:

"What era is this? How can a college student like you believe in such superstitions? Is it a good omen or a curse? Your father has been burning incense and candles for forty years, so how can he not understand?"

"Our Master Fuli is effective and auspicious!"

"What a great auspicious sign! How can a child like you understand the meaning of evil and auspiciousness?"

Yu Zhenghong had taught his daughter not to be superstitious, so he lit a stick of incense for Ansheng with a fawning look on his face, muttering prayers in the hope of receiving the gods' blessing.

"Master Fuli, please bless me. I hope my tea shop business can make 4,000 yuan every three hours in the future." Yu Zhenghong was respectful on the surface, but deep down he was wondering if Master Fuli was really effective. "Don't waste your high-quality sandalwood. Three sticks are only eight yuan."

[Wish fulfilled: Daily income of 4,000 (of course, it would be even better if the villa was by the sea)]

As Yu Zhenghong's wish was refreshed, Ansheng kicked Lao Deng in the face with her little fox feet.

You are such a good old man, you are here to meet my KPI!
I made four thousand dollars in one morning, not to mention buying two Australian lobsters as tribute, but now I am asked to work hard without even seeing the Boston lobster.

You even called me a foreign devil Bodhisattva, I don’t give you any blessing!
If Aqing is not in the room, I will beat you hard with my belt!
An Sheng rolled her eyes and turned her head away, completely ignoring the extremely flattering Yu Zhenghong.

"Don't be angry, Master Fuli. We'll buy you two roast chickens right away! The kind that dance!"

Yu Zhenghong didn't mind the fox kicking him at all. He licked his face and leaned over to stroke the fox's fur.

As long as it works.

Foreign Bodhisattvas are also Bodhisattvas.

As long as the Bodhisattva can bless his family to have enough food, let alone the foreign Bodhisattva, even if it is a cyber Bodhisattva, Yu Zhenghong still dares to go forward with a solemn face to light incense and candles for the Bodhisattva, and build a shrine for the Bodhisattva at home.

Of course, the prerequisite is that the Bodhisattva must be truly effective, otherwise Yu Zhenghong would lick his face and take out a QR code.

"嘤嘤嘤——"

An Sheng pushed away Yu Zhenghong's hand and snuggled into Yu Xueqing's arms, waiting for lunch.

"Cough cough."

Seeing Yu Zhenghong burning incense, the owner of the teahouse next door who was drafted as a soldier rubbed his hands together with a look of anticipation on his face.

Is it really that effective?
If it really works, we will come to worship too.

If it doesn't work, I won't come again.

(End of this chapter)