Chapter 125 Asking for Advice, Miss
Chapter 125 Asking for Advice from the Young Lady
"Ten taels of silver?" A group of martial arts heroes at the table already thought it was too much to ask.
Bai Cen was tidying up the table.
There were still people waiting to be served, and Bai Cen was quickly tidying up when he suddenly heard this sound. He couldn't help but turn around and look at Grandpa Weng.
Three or four tables have already paid their bills, and everything has been calm until now.
Some people were satisfied, some were grateful, and some privately felt that it was a bit expensive. But then they thought about it again, and realized that this was Bazhenlou. After discussing it for a while, they felt it was reasonable. They couldn't expect Bazhenlou to lose money.
Therefore, this sudden sound seemed rather unusual.
Moreover, it was obvious that this person deliberately raised their voice and yelled loudly, just so that the people who were eating or waiting to eat wouldn't hear them.
Bai Cen frowned slightly. Although he felt that Uncle Weng was capable of handling such a situation and would need help from others, Uncle Weng was indeed the kind of person who knew how to treat people differently depending on their status.
If he dislikes someone, or if the other party doesn't like him, he can call out "Uncle Weng" for anything, not just five taels, but five thousand taels.
Apart from Zhao Tong, Wang Sumo, and Jiang Yutang who were busy in the kitchen, only he, the old man, and Duan Wuheng were outside.
Duan Wuheng is just a child.
The old man is even more fiery than Grandpa Weng; he might just step forward and unleash a Cloud-Piercing Mountain-Splitting Palm without a word.
With that in mind, Bai Cen decided to go and take a look.
Before leaving, he called out, "Xiao Duan, help me pack up."
"Okay!" Duan Wuheng had heard it too, and was just about to ask Brother Bai Cen if he wanted to go and take a look. After all, the other party was tall and strong, while Old Master Weng looked very frail.
Bai Cen patted him on the shoulder, and Duan Wuheng took over his work.
As Bai Cen stepped forward, the tall, burly man was yelling at Old Master Weng: "What, does your shop discriminate based on who you serve?"
Bai Cen hadn't arrived yet when Old Master Weng calmly replied, "Yes."
Bai Cen has a big head.
But Mr. Weng calmly lowered his head and continued working on his abacus on the previous menu, showing no intention of paying any attention to the person in front of him.
The tall, imposing man before him was clearly enraged: "You!"
He was about to resort to violence after saying that.
Bai Cen arrived just in time. The giant ox was about to bring down his club when Bai Cen reached out and grabbed it, smiling obsequiously, "When you're out and about, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth!"
Bai Cen coaxed him while glancing at Uncle Weng.
We're just waiting for Uncle Weng to give us his instructions.
Knowing the situation, he also wanted to see how to handle it.
So many eyes are watching...
Old Master Weng remained unhurried, even continuing to work on his abacus without looking up at the other person: "Ten taels of silver, not a penny more, not a penny less."
"You're some kind of shady business, aren't you?!" Seeing the other party suddenly erupt in anger, Bai Cen's hands almost slipped from his grasp, and he couldn't help but remind him, "Uncle Weng..."
Weng He finally slowly raised his head, looked at the other person, and calmly settled accounts with them.
Do you know the price of dried scallops?
Do you know the price of free-range chickens?
Have you heard about the prices of beef and mutton?
"Don't you even know how much food you ordered?"
"The bones that are spewed out need to be cleaned up by hand; one of the stools was pried off. Every plant and tree in the Eight Treasures Pavilion is accounted for. If one is broken, it needs to be repaired by hand, which takes time. We'll have to stay here for several days. Don't you understand how this costs out?"
"If you had been more discreet, none of this would have happened..."
"Also, the elderly neighbor had a child with them, and you deliberately frightened the child, causing the porcelain in their hand to fall and shatter..."
The other person interrupted: "It's none of your business if someone else's things are broken!!"
Grandpa Weng laughed and said, "I don't care, but you have to compensate me, otherwise who will dare to eat at Bazhenlou in the future?"
Grandpa Weng continued, "Of course, that's also related. If porcelain breaks on the ground, it has to be cleaned up manually. If you're not careful, you can cut yourself. We have to charge you for cleaning up."
As he muttered to himself, Grandpa Weng worked on the abacus, calculating everything clearly.
Although ten taels of silver sounds like a lot!
But as the old man listed them off one by one, and everyone could tell that the accountant had a strong sense of pride and couldn't stand these people acting arrogantly here.
Not asking them to leave is already a sign of hospitality from the restaurant owner.
"There aren't that many!" the other person shouted.
Bai Cen turned his head; his voice was indeed loud.
Old Master Weng said calmly, "Also, you are too noisy, disturbing other guests' dining experience. So the accountant has decided to provide drinks to each table. Bazhenlou cannot accept money from other guests; it has to come from you. It will be exactly one tael, making a total of ten taels."
"This is outrageous! Brothers, let's tear this shady shop down!" Seeing the other party's rage, Bai Cen's arm, which was limp due to the lack of internal strength, could no longer hold on, and the spiked club in his hand was about to smash towards Old Master Weng.
The kitchen curtain was lifted, and Zhao Tong asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
The other party was furious, looking like this matter was never going to end, and they didn't manage their expressions at all.
But the moment they saw Zhao Tong, one of them somehow recognized him. "Luo, Zhao Tong of the Rakshasa Alliance?"
The other person was also stunned: "The great demon Zhao Tong?"
Bai Cen was secretly pleased. Oh, so they know each other?
Otherwise, why would one of them have started shaking?
It seems that among this group, whether it's the Ghost-Sorrow of Zhenhu Division, the Grass-Floating One, or even the Cloud-Piercing Mountain-Severing Hand, they are all upright people.
Upright people generally don't do bad things, and they are reasonable and have high moral standards, so they are not afraid of shameless people at all. But Brother Zhao is different.
When Brother Zhao appeared, it wouldn't be surprising if he killed someone, set fires, and dumped the body in the wilderness without saying a word, which is why people were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
It still takes the "bad guys" to deal with it!
Bai Cen decided to add fuel to the fire: "They're planning to freeload here, Brother Zhao Tong!"
Zhao Tong?
It really is the infamous villain Zhao Tong!
Everyone stopped and turned their attention to the kitchen.
Zhao Tong and Bai Cen have known each other for so long that they already have a tacit understanding.
When Bai Cen raised his voice and changed his tone, Zhao Tong immediately understood.
Bai Cen continued to offer excuses: "They're even planning to demolish the Eight Treasures Building~"
Well, after those words were spoken, the tall, burly man holding the spiked club was embarrassed, because of everyone, his posture was the most aggressive, and the spiked club was about to fall, yet he still had a fierce and menacing look on his face.
Then he'll become a target!
The tall, strong man was immediately dumbfounded.
Zhao Tong didn't mince words, "So you're going to demolish the Eight Treasures Building?"
He left those words behind, turned around and went back to the kitchen, without saying anything else.
Surroundings: "..."
Before those around them could figure it out and were exchanging bewildered glances, Zhao Tong emerged, still holding the Qingfeng Mingyue Blade in his hand.
Immediately, the tall, strong man became anxious and urged Bai Cen, "Let go!"
With their roles reversed, Bai Cen was no longer in a hurry: "Don't let go!"
"You!" The ox was tall and strong, caught in a dilemma.
Seeing the great demon approaching with a knife, the tall, burly man urged his companions, "What are you standing there for? Pay up! Can't you see?"
"Oh!" The henchman quickly stepped forward.
Bai Cen then realized that the other party was no pushover at all.
The money bag was heavy; ten taels of silver was easily within its capacity. The bag was full, and considering the appearance of these people, the money was definitely not clean.
No wonder Mr. Weng wanted to extort money from them.
These people are not good people at all.
According to Bai Cen's understanding, a group of people threatening with spiked clubs must be someone who is very experienced in this kind of thing.
No wonder the old man wanted to punish them.
Thinking of this, Bai Cen's expression turned sour: "You're used to throwing your weight around, and now you've gone too far with the Eight Treasures Pavilion."
The other person's expression changed. They were about to say, "Mind your own business," but after thinking about it, they held back and changed their words to a warning: "Don't meddle!"
Bai Cen smiled and said, "They haven't compensated for their porcelain yet!"
Bai Cen remembered it clearly.
The other party gritted his teeth, but couldn't lash out: "Does he dare to take it?"
Bai Cen, good-natured as ever: "He dared not accept it, so I'll ask for it for him~"
He had just glanced into the money pouch, and Bai Cen said in a stern voice, "Fifty taels."
Fifty taels?!
Everyone around was stunned, especially those who didn't know what was going on.
But Bai Cen had seen the money bag before and knew it was just a painful expense, nothing more. So he said good-naturedly, "How do you know if it's a family heirloom? Why don't you ask before you leave?"
Zhao Tong is coming soon, how can I ask him!
This is obviously intentional!
"Give him the silver!" Niu Gaoma was furious.
Bai Cen took the money and let go, saying meaningfully, "There's always someone better. When you're out in the world, leave yourself some room to maneuver."
It's a warning to him not to act arrogantly or domineeringly in the future!
The other party was clearly annoyed, but Zhao Tong was already close by.
"Boss! Let's go!" The underlings couldn't help but urge and pull, this was no joke.
Before Zhao Tong arrived, the group slunk away.
Bai Cen gave Zhao Tong a thumbs up: "Awesome!"
Zhao Tong looked at Old Master Weng.
Grandpa Weng said quietly, "These people are not good people. It's good to teach them a lesson."
Bai Cen laughed and said, "Uncle Weng, were you already keeping an eye on them before?"
This is the only explanation.
Grandpa Weng said in a low voice, "They weren't talking about anything good while they were waiting. I overheard some foul language when I lit the lamp. I saw that they had broken the children's things, so I wanted to vent my anger."
But no one expected that someone would surpass their teacher; he only asked for ten taels, while someone else asked for fifty taels in one go!
Bai Cen said with delight, "It's all thanks to Brother Zhao's cooperation. If it were the old man, he wouldn't have gotten a single cent of those sixty taels. He would have just sent someone down the mountain with a single blow, out of sight, out of mind."
They've started to get poor.
But Zhao Tong wasn't annoyed; he even smiled along.
Grandpa Weng set up the accounting table: "Alright, let's call it a day."
There's still a lot going on at Bazhenlou.
"Alright~" Bai Cen said, handing the fifty-tael silver ingot to Zhao Tong: "Here, give it to him. After all, he's afraid of you. I'm just using you as a shield."
After Bai Cen finished speaking, he patted him on the shoulder, turned around, and left.
Holding the silver ingot in his hand, Zhao Tong frowned. He was troubled. He was not good at this kind of occasion, but Bai Cen turned and left, and Old Master Weng also lowered his head, clearly not planning to get involved in this matter at all.
Zhao Tong took a deep breath and had no choice but to take the silver and head to that table.
That table was in the corner; it was a shared table.
The child was being led by a middle-aged man; they were probably father and son traveling together. The father seemed to have some martial arts skills, but not very good ones.
The group at that table just now were all burly and menacing, and there was a child here, so there was no way to reason with them. Luckily, this child was well-behaved. He didn't cry or make a fuss even when things were broken, probably because he was afraid his father would get into trouble because of his impulsiveness.
Zhao Tong stepped forward, and fear was also in the child's eyes. After all, the great demon Zhao Tong was usually used by martial arts families to scare children—if you don't behave, the great demon Zhao Tong will come and take you away.
Upon suddenly seeing a living person, the child was both afraid and dared not move, for fear of angering the other party.
Despite his young age, he is actually very sensible.
Suddenly, the father stood up and stood in front of his child.
The group of people caused trouble earlier, but the father knew nothing was wrong, so he held his tongue and didn't move. However, when danger was truly in front of his children, the father "stepped forward."
Zhao Tong glanced at him, decided not to go forward, put the silver ingot in his hand on the table, and went straight back to the kitchen.
around:"……"
The child peeked out from behind his father and asked in bewilderment, "Is that really the great demon Zhao Tong?"
The father did not speak.
The child continued, "Dad, I feel like he's better than many martial arts heroes? He's not as bad as the rumors say."
His father looked at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions, still trying to figure out how to answer.
The child spoke first: "I don't think I'm that afraid of him."
A look of emotion finally touched the father's eyes. After a moment, he said softly, "Perhaps seeing is believing? What others hear may not be the truth?"
Children like this explanation.
The people sharing the table nodded in agreement, confirming that this was indeed the case.
Several tables of guests were whispering about Zhao Tong, but most of them were unaware of the details and were simply wondering what the background of this Bazhenlou restaurant was.
Judging by his appearance, the notorious villain Zhao Tong is working in the kitchen?!
The Eight Treasures Pavilion was already shrouded in mystery, but now it seems to be shrouded in even more mystery.
In short, don't eat too much at this meal. Not only was it delicious, but you also saw many famous figures in the martial arts world!
It was totally worth it!
The old man had just returned from behind the Eight Treasures Restaurant. The maid had said that there wasn't enough food, and there had been extra fish prepared (not those lucky crucian carp). The old man went to catch some and brought them back, missing what had just happened.
Otherwise, these people would indeed have been cleaved down the mountain by his palm strike.
"Zhao Tong." The old man called out, and Zhao Tong lifted the curtain and came out, taking the deep bucket from the old man's hands. There were several fish inside.
The fish has a strong fishy smell, so it should be killed outside the kitchen.
Zhao Tong carried the bucket to the back, skillfully grabbed a fish, and started killing!
Good heavens!
Zhao Tong really was cleaning fish in the kitchen of Bazhenlou!
His skillful movements were remarkable; with a swift motion, the knife fell without a single unnecessary movement!
Even someone with a little knowledge of martial arts could see the opponent's superb knife skills!
Moreover, when the big devil doesn't kill people, but only kills fish in the kitchen, and perhaps even the chicken and duck we eat today were killed by him, it suddenly doesn't seem so scary anymore...
"Yu Tang." Zhao Tong finished killing the fish, roughly washed them one by one, and then called out.
Jiang Yutang poked half his head out of the kitchen window and placed the bucket directly on it, saving him the trouble of carrying it.
Jiang Yutang understood and helped him up.
The items weren't heavy, so she simply picked them up, placed them in the sink, and started washing them.
Wang Sumo has chopped the scallions, ginger and garlic. Since we don't have enough other main dishes, we'll make do with home-style crucian carp!
The sizzling sound of fish hitting the oil filled the kitchen once again, a smell, a sight, and an sound of cooking.
Zhang Youjin looked down from the second floor and took in the whole scene that had just happened.
Indeed, the Eight Treasures Pavilion was no ordinary place.
He used to be a bandit.
It takes immense courage and good fortune to know how difficult it is for a villain to turn into a good person, and to encounter someone willing to accept and guide you.
For example, if it weren't for Li Youfu, he would still be a heinous scoundrel and bandit in the mountains.
Where is today?
An individual doesn't have many opportunities to change their destiny, but he encountered one.
The people at Bazhenlou were also willing to take Zhao Tong in.
In the martial arts world, many people seek self-preservation, but not everyone can accept that.
The people at Bazhenlou are actually quite open-minded.
"Let's settle the bill," Zhang Youjin instructed, and the person sitting to one side got up and went downstairs.
As dusk fell, Zhang Youjin finished the wine in the pot before descending the stairs from the second floor of the Bazhenlou restaurant.
"Chief镖头 Zhang." Hearing someone call him from the kitchen, Zhang Youjin turned around.
In Liu Henshui's description, Zhang Youjin was a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), but the Zhang Youjin in front of him was already a mature adult man with enough experience, his brows exuding composure and experience.
Wang Sumo handed him the candied hawthorn and said gently, "By chance, I met Liu Youfu before. He said he had taken on an apprentice named Zhang Youjin, who might open a security escort agency someday. I just heard someone call you Chief Security Escort Zhang, and the banner also says 'Youjin Security Escort Agency.' Perhaps you are an old acquaintance?"
Zhang Youjin's expression shifted from surprise to delight, then to gentleness, and finally to calmness.
He took the candied hawthorn from Wang Sumo and said with a smile, "Thank you, young lady. May I ask where he went?"
Wang Sumo smiled and said, "He said he has a long-cherished wish to fulfill: to see the Eight-Sided Broken Formation Umbrella."
Zhang Youjin paused slightly, as if he had suddenly remembered something, or as if he had pondered it a thousand times in his mind, so he said sincerely, "There is something I would like to ask you, young lady, if it is convenient?"
Wang Sumo said, "Please speak, Chief Escort Zhang."
Zhang Youjin stared intently at her and asked seriously, "Is his name really Liu Youfu?"
Wang Sumo smiled and said, "His name is Liu Henshui."
After a moment, a relieved smile appeared on Zhang Youjin's face, and he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, young lady!"
[Author's Note]
There might be another update~
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