Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1067 Stay for Three Days ([-])

Chapter 1067 Stay for Three Days ([-])
Entering the newly opened large room on the second floor, Yang Wu and He Shanshan looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

It just so happened that it was next door to the room they originally opened!Also just right to cover up the original room.

Yang Wu couldn't figure out what He Shanshan was planning to do with this song.

Could it be that he intends to use his appearance to attract Master Jiu's attention?But it's not right, if this is the case, how about she disguised herself again, pretending to be Mr. White Mian, a storyteller?
"From tomorrow, we're going to the teahouse to see if we can talk about the storytelling venue," He Shanshan told Yang Wu.

Yang Wu's eyes lit up: "Journey to the West? Let's continue with the passage I heard before!"

"No, let's start from the beginning," He Shanshan looked at Yang Wu helplessly.

"Ah..." Yang Wu couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.

"Okay, let's rest early and get ready. We'll stay for three days. If it's still three days...well, we'll leave and continue to Fengyun Villa," He Shanshan cut back, lest Yang Wu feel that she was deceiving herself again.

Anyway, she believed that Yang Jiu was still alive, but he didn't know where he was right now!
"Okay," Yang Wu didn't complain about He Shanshan's speech, but he couldn't stop worrying in his eyes.

The next day—

In the largest teahouse in Yuncheng——

He Shanshan went to the shopkeeper of the teahouse and asked.

She said in a masculine deep voice: "I wonder if the shopkeeper has heard the story of "Journey to the West" that has been very popular in the south?"

The shopkeeper of the teahouse was surprised, his eyes flashed, and he nodded.

"I'm a scholar from the south. I passed by this time on business. I wanted to try to tell a story on a whim. I wonder if it's okay?" He Shanshan smiled.

The other party has heard the story of Zhengre in the south, so it will be easier to talk.

"Let me tell you something first," the shopkeeper didn't immediately agree.

The beard of He Shanshan's pretend white-faced scholar trembled, and as soon as he opened and closed his mouth, the frightening story of Monkey King making troubles in the Western Paradise flowed out.

The shopkeeper immediately agreed: "You can start storytelling today, I don't know if you will stay for a few days."

"Try it for three days and see how it goes, how about it?" He Shanshan said softly.

"Okay, ten cash for the venue fee a day, thirty cash for three days," said the shopkeeper.

He Shanshan: "..." Only then did she know that the storyteller needs a venue fee to tell stories in the teahouse!
But it's not right, an excellent storyteller is like when she was in Fucheng, the old storyteller was a teahouse to support her with money.

"Forget it, I'll change the place," He Shanshan knew, and she probably was being taken for a ride.

Wei Wei, the shopkeeper of the restaurant, was a little surprised, "The ground is free."

Instead, He Shanshan picked up Qiao, shook her head, and made a gesture to get up and leave.

"At the beginning, it's ten yuan a game, and a game takes two quarters of an hour. How about it? If more customers are attracted and the business of the teahouse increases, then increase to twenty yuan a game," the shopkeeper immediately asked to keep.

He Shanshan stopped and shook her head: "Shouldn't it be calculated on a head-to-head basis? The basic fee is ten cents, plus one cent for every customer you attract?"

The shopkeeper frowned and asked, "If it's just a guest who came to drink tea, how about it?"

He Shanshan helped to do the profound shaking of the head.

She said: "Simple, just subtract the average number of customers you have on weekdays. Of course, if you let me know that you lied about the number, I don't mind finding another one."

"Okay, deal!"

The shopkeeper agreed, but the operability is still very strong.

"Xiao Wu, you will follow me and watch when the time comes," He Shanshan also gave the shopkeeper a meaningful look, as if she knew everything.

(End of this chapter)