Chapter 121 Opening for Business
Chapter 121 Opening for Business
Although Wang Sumo knew that Zhang Youjin had also come to the same inn, he felt that the world of martial arts was a small place, and that people would either be acquaintances or acquaintances mentioned by other acquaintances. However, Wang Sumo still had no intention of greeting him.
Although the world is small, we are just strangers who met by chance, and we may never have any further interaction in the future.
I just inexplicably marvel at the wonder of fate.
The goodwill that Liu Henshui unintentionally extended back then actually yielded positive results.
Zhang Youjin back then was the early Liu Henshui.
Liu Henshui did not meet Liu Youfu, who helped him, but Zhang Youjin did.
Could this be considered a form of redemption?
Zhang Youjin truly established himself at Jinwei Escort Agency and even opened his own Youjin Escort Agency.
Judging from the innkeeper's words, the Golden Escort Agency was doing very well, and the innkeeper was too busy currying favor with them to be afraid of offending them.
It was indeed his time traveling with Liu Henshui that changed Zhang Youjin's life forever.
Wang Sumo suddenly understood the relationship between Master Chen and the Deadly Dragon Tiger Saber, the relationship between Liu Guang Sanren and Liu Henshui, and the relationship between Liu Henshui and Zhang Youjin.
In the world of martial arts, things are sometimes passed down in this way.
Wang Sumo was suddenly filled with emotion.
After washing up, Wang Sumo wasn't sleepy yet, so she went to sit by the window to get some fresh air. Her room had two windows; one faced other buildings and was usually closed; the other, when opened, offered a view of the stables and carriage area below.
Wang Sumo happened to see the people from the escort agency downstairs carefully counting the goods.
The leader's attire and demeanor should be Zhang Youjin.
Wang Sumo saw that he was meticulous in everything.
His age of around thirty also matches the description of the young man Liu Henshui used to describe.
Although the Golden Escort Agency has been thriving in recent years, no sect has an easy start, especially with a benchmark like the Golden Might Escort Agency ahead of them.
There aren't that many people from the Golden Escort Agency who can escort a shipment, so only the chief escort has to work hard.
Wang Sumo didn't know how they divided the work, but judging from their appearance, the others had gone back to the inn to rest, while Zhang Youjin was on duty downstairs.
Doing business or running a security escort agency is never easy.
In the beginning, the employer had to invest a lot of time, energy, and money to reap the rewards of a fruitful start.
Wang Sumo watched for a while, but didn't crane his neck; he simply sat by the window and watched the moon.
Zhang Youjin looked up again, glancing upstairs, and Wang Sumo didn't look away either.
Only those who feel guilty will avoid others at the slightest glance.
She nodded generously, then continued to sit by the window and watch the moon.
The other party nodded in acknowledgment and then continued to stand guard without saying or doing anything else.
It is the composure and magnanimity that a person destined for great things should possess.
Wang Sumo was used to sleeping in a hammock in the suburbs at night, where it was drafty, so even in the inn, she would leave a large window open.
As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the round, jade-like moonlight illuminates the night sky, making it bright and gentle. The moonlight falls on the window, illuminating one's peaceful dreams.
Wang Sumo didn't sleep well.
A moment later, she dreamt that a red-faced monster from the town of Bewitching Souls suddenly rushed out from somewhere. It wasn't coming for her, but it suddenly grabbed He Qingque by the neck. She was startled and dragged He Qingque away.
One moment he dreamt that Zhang Youjin's cargo was robbed. After finally finding it, he discovered that the wooden crates containing the cargo were filled with clumps of stones. Zhang Youjin felt a mouthful of blood.
A little while later, she dreamt that Geng Hongbo endured two thousand cuts to save the townspeople, until his flesh was a bloody mess. But when she looked closely, he had returned to his former appearance, draped in a cassock, with a halo of Buddha behind him, and said to her, "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"...
In short, it was a terrifying night. She felt like she slept for a long time, but also like she didn't sleep much at all.
But at this hour, because the window was wide open, sunlight shone in, and she woke up groggily, washing her face with cold water.
After washing my face, I felt like I was slowly waking up. I stared blankly at the bronze mirror for a while, then finally slammed it onto the table. This chaotic dream…
The last few lines are just a jumbled mess of thoughts and dreams.
But she still felt lingering fear towards He Qingque.
I don't know why I dreamed about He Qingque. Maybe it's because of what she and Bai Cen talked about before. They always felt that there was something strange about the Enchanted Town, like it was unresolved. That's why I dreamed about He Qingque...
However, with He Ping around, He Qingque should be fine.
"Master, are you up?" It was Bai Cen who came to wake her up.
She opened the door with a "snap" and appeared in the doorway looking energetic, startling Bai Cen: "This, so early, boss?"
"Okay." She responded and began to do some simple exercises to refresh herself.
Bai Cen: "..."
Bai Cen was exasperated; she truly never missed a day, rain or shine, and no matter the circumstances, nothing could stop her from starting her day with a refreshing and invigorating workout.
No one knows what kind of curse Fang Ru planted in her.
"I asked the waiter to prepare some breakfast. We can eat downstairs. We can go downstairs as soon as we're done." Bai Cen was about to call the others.
"Okay." Wang Sumo closed the door and continued the morning exercise.
Bai Cen smiled and shook his head, then went to call the others one by one.
Next to Wang Sumo was Jiang Yutang. After knocking on the door for a long time, Jiang Yutang opened it, sporting dark circles under her eyes, about the size of a fist.
"Oh, didn't sleep well?" Bai Cen was startled.
Jiang Yutang asked calmly, "Is something the matter?"
Bai Cen explained, "I asked the waiter to prepare some breakfast, we can just go downstairs..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Yutang said calmly, "I'm not hungry. I'll sleep a little longer. You guys eat first."
Then, with a "snap," the door closed, and Bai Cen heard the sound of someone falling asleep on the bed.
Bai Cen: "..."
Next was Old Master Weng. After knocking on the door for a while without any response, Bai Cen guessed that he had already gone downstairs to visit Plum Town and was no longer in the house.
Then came the matter of fetching the old man. Bai Cen decided to finish speaking in one go, but no one answered the door.
But there was a window directly opposite the old man's room. Bai Cen looked down and could see the stables. The old man was already there checking the horses.
Bai Cen couldn't help but smile. Having the old man in the team always made him feel at ease.
Then it's Brother Zhao's turn.
This time, Zhao Tong opened the door himself without Bai Cen knocking, and Bai Cen greeted him, "Brother Zhao."
Zhao Tong didn't make things difficult for him and said calmly, "I heard everything. I'll go down and eat."
He knocked on a bunch of doors, and finally someone responded to the breakfast he had prepared.
Wang Sumo and the others' rooms were on the second floor, while the dining area was in the lobby on the first floor. Even if Bai Cen and Zhao Tong were both dining in the lobby on the first floor, the safety of the second floor could still be ensured.
At the slightest sign of trouble, the two of them would rush upstairs immediately, so they weren't too worried.
Bai Cen was worried about today's events: "I wonder if things will get chaotic and disorganized?"
He knew his boss; his boss was laid-back and didn't have many ambitions. A small but fulfilling business was exactly what his boss wanted for Bazhenlou.
But when Uncle Weng arrived at Bazhenlou, the owner was pushed around by Uncle Weng.
In Uncle Weng's eyes, Bazhenlou already had a good number of people, which could help make the business thrive; otherwise, with so many people idle, they would be bored most of the time, and their enthusiasm would wane.
The landlord wasn't easily swayed, and he must have thought that what Uncle Weng said made sense. If such a large group of people just lazed around all day, the day would simply pass by anyway, so the landlord wanted to give it a try.
Zhao Tong was much calmer: "It should be alright."
He had previously worried that he would be unfamiliar with the fish-cleaning knife, but this Qingfeng Mingyue knife was exceptionally easy to use, so he wasn't worried about being the sous chef.
He had another idea: "Xiao Bai, I have an idea, but I don't know if the boss will agree?"
He wanted to consult with someone.
It's unbelievable. If this had happened earlier, Zhao Tong, the great demon of the Rakshasa Sect, wouldn't have consulted anyone.
But Bai Cen had previously discussed buying pigs with him.
Bai Cen found it intriguing: "Tell me about it."
Zhao Tong glanced at him and said, word by word, "I want to raise chickens at Bazhenlou."
Bai Cen: "..."
Bai Cen was completely petrified.
Bai Cen finally understood why he wanted to discuss this with someone: the Eight Treasures Restaurant raising free-range chickens was indeed quite unbelievable.
But then Old Weng appeared out of nowhere: "I want to brew wine."
Bai Cen: "..."
More and more of them are becoming unreliable.
Old Weng spread his hands: "Although private brewing is not allowed, Bazhenlou can just say that it bought the wine from where it is wherever it goes, and that its own brewed wine is fragrant."
Bai Cen reasoned with him: "It takes ten years to make a wine. Are you suggesting we drag a wine jar around for ten years?"
Weng He stroked his beard: "That makes sense."
I persuaded one of them to quit.
But the chicken farmers haven't been persuaded to quit.
"Grandpa, Brother Bai, Brother Zhao." Duan Wuheng arrived outside the inn beaming with joy.
"Have you seen Mother?" Bai Cen and the others naturally shifted their conversation to Duan Wuheng.
Duan Wuheng nodded happily: "I've seen it. They also said that Bazhenlou is opening for business today, and Mother said she wanted to come and see what Bazhenlou looks like!"
Bai Cen and the others understood and came to see if the "sect" they had joined this time was reliable.
A mother worries when her son travels a thousand miles, especially when he is such a loud and boisterous son as Duan Wuheng.
As they were talking, Wang Sumo and Jiang Yutang came down as well. "Boss!" "Sister Yutang!" Duan Wuheng greeted them warmly, and then happily told the two that his mother was also coming to Bazhenlou to see the "good news" of its opening!
Jiang Yutang was stunned...
Wang Sumo replied gently, "Okay~"
Jiang Yutang lowered her head and ate her fried dough stick.
It's really a bit unusual.
The carriage traveled north from Meizi Town, and according to the old man yesterday, it would take about an hour to reach the outskirts of Meishan Village.
The journey to Bazhenlou was slower than that of a regular carriage. It took more than two hours to reach the outskirts of Meishan Village, and by the time we arrived at a safe place where we could open for business, it was past noon.
We'll miss lunch, so we'll focus on dinner.
Along the way, Wang Sumo and his companions did indeed see many martial arts practitioners heading towards Meishan Village.
Many people know about Bazhenlou. Even though Bazhenlou is currently stored in a box, the large wooden box pulled by eight horses is still very distinctive.
"Is this the Eight Treasures Pavilion?" someone asked as they stepped forward.
Bai Cen replied, "Yes, Home Inn guaranteed!"
The other party was stunned to find Bazhenlou restaurant here: "Will you be open in this area today?"
"Yes, near Meishan Village." Bai Cen was doing a great job as a handyman.
"Great!" The lively atmosphere of Bazhenlou is ingrained in the hearts of people in the martial arts world. It is a good way to relax and enjoy life. If you have already encountered Bazhenlou, then it's not so bad!
Many people followed Bazhenlou to their resettlement location.
After the establishment of the Eight Treasures Pavilion, even more martial arts practitioners came to watch.
Good heavens!
It's actually the Eight Treasures Pavilion!
Originally, they all came because of the tiger threat north of Meishan Village, but now they are all attracted by Bazhenlou Restaurant and are asking when they can go upstairs to eat.
Bai Cen reassured them one by one, "It'll be tonight!"
We need to prepare first!
Lamb chops and beef have to be cooked first.
The other person was so engrossed in listening that their mouth watered!
Wang Sumo truly discovered that Bai Cen thoroughly enjoyed this job.
"Today's main dishes are clear-broth lamb chops, braised beef, golden chicken, old duck soup, and then other green vegetables, served with candied hawthorn..." As soon as the Eight Treasures Pavilion was lit, Wang Sumo got into the zone in the kitchen.
The two old men, along with Duan Wuheng, took charge of the setup upstairs at Bazhenlou, adjusting the tables and chairs, and, as Old Master Weng suggested, adapting to local conditions and securing more space.
Wang Sumo, along with Zhao Tong, Bai Cen, and Jiang Yutang, began preparing in the kitchen.
Stewed lamb chops, braised beef, golden chicken, and old duck soup all require the use of the stove and pots in advance. After the tasks are divided, everyone inside and outside the kitchen has to get moving.
For example, some things need to be prepared by setting up a simple stove in the open space outside the kitchen.
Everyone had their own tasks. Bai Cen went to set up the stove outside the kitchen; Jiang Yutang washed the meat, ingredients, and vegetables; Zhao Tong chopped bones and cut meat, doing all the knife work at once; Wang Sumo prepared all the side dishes and seasonings, checking for any omissions.
Busy activity began both inside and outside the kitchen. Weng He turned around and looked out the window into the kitchen, which was increasingly resembling a mobile horse-drawn carriage-style private kitchen.
"Wuheng, raise this up!" The old man threw something to Duan Wuheng on the second floor.
Duan Wuheng took it and then unfolded it—Open for business today!
Ha! Duan Wuheng suddenly understood the sense of ceremony involved in opening for business!
[Author's Note]
Isn't it early today?! Library YYDS!
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