"Shopkeeper, don't you want me to use that expression?" Li Qi blinked and looked at Feng Qing.

"No need."

"Don't you want less candles?"

"No need."

"Don't you want less food?"

"No need... No, why are you talking so much today?" Feng Qing turned his head and looked at Li Qi.

"Oh." Li Qi lowered his head. Not sure if it was his own illusion, Feng Qing always felt that he seemed to be a little disappointed...

Illusion, it must be an illusion.

Feng Qing originally thought that her plan was perfect, but the actual implementation made her feel a little sick.

That kind of upper-class feeling made her, a country dog, a little intoxicated.

It seems that this plan cannot be implemented. Feng Qing thought that she had to change to a more plain and simple plan.

She turned the lights back on and re-prepared the dishes, which made the waiters smile a little, and then she began to think about what she should do next.

First of all, if she couldn't start with the dishes, she had to start with the service attitude.

Since Feng Qing didn't care about money at all, there were always a lot of freeloaders and lodgers in the inn all year round.

She opened the account book and found that such people actually occupied a whole page, which was simply shocking and outrageous.

"Hiss, we are a formally run inn, how can we allow such people to live in our store?" Feng Qing gasped.

She quickly called the cashier over.

"What's the matter, shopkeeper?" Chu Changzui looked up at Feng Qing.

"Why are there so many freeloaders in our inn?" Feng Qing tried hard to sound more scary.

Chu Changzui looked at Feng Qing calmly and said, "Didn't you, the shopkeeper, tell me this? If you meet someone who really can't pay, you don't have to charge them. Just let them stay for a few nights."

"That can't be the case. We are a legitimate inn, not a philanthropist." Feng Qing waved his hand, pointed at the guests on the bill and said, "Kick out those who owe money before tonight."

Chu Changzui silently leaned over to take a look, pointed at the name under Feng Qing's hand and said, "This is an old lady in her eighties who has no home

to return to." Feng Qing pulled his hand back in an instant.

"This one is about a mother with her own daughter. She needs two bowls of porridge every day, and occasionally buys an extra egg for her daughter." Chu Changzui began to point at the account book, "This one is about a man who was infected with a terrible cold and has only recently recovered..."

After pointing around, Feng Qing carefully withdrew his hand, and then looked at Chu Changzui pitifully.

Chu Changzui didn't know if it was his illusion, why did he see a kind of resentment in the eyes of the shopkeeper?

"This, this, this..." Feng Qing pointed around on the account book, and really didn't know where to start, so she pulled her hand back.

At this time, she inexplicably felt a sense of depression in her heart, but she had nowhere to vent.

However, at this moment, Feng Qing suddenly discovered.

In the upper right corner of the account book, there is a guest who has never been mentioned.

"This guest...how is he?" Feng Qing asked cautiously.

"He should not be very old, right? He is not a single mother, right? He should not have any serious illness, right?"

After she asked this, she suddenly found that Xiaobai in front of her seemed to be in a daze.

Huh? Why did he suddenly show such an expression?

After being stunned for a while, Xiaobai suddenly showed a sunny smile on his face.

"Oh, shopkeeper, you're right, this person seems to be really fine, just simply poor."

"Okay, then kick this guy out for me!" Feng Qing waved his hand, especially bold.

"In the future, if you meet such poor people who are healthy and well, chase them out! If they owe you money, make them wash dishes for me and work for me!"

Above the nameless inn, the roar of the capitalists resounded through the sky.

And this roar was accompanied by the hatred of the shopkeeper who wanted to suck the marrow out of them.

...

Zhang San was staying in the inn with his head down that day.

He didn't have a penny on him now, and he ate and lived in the inn, but this was not what he was most worried about. What

he was most worried about now was actually the group of pursuers behind him.

Yes, Zhang San's real name was not Zhang San, he had a better name-Xu Yang.

He was an undercover who had been lurking in the demon cult for many years and had been lying in ambush inside.

He actually came here for a mission, and it was a mission given to him by the Demon Cult.

These missions are usually accompanied by blood. Zhang San himself doesn't like such missions, but in order not to expose his identity, he still has to do it.

"Alas..." One day, Zhang San was staying in the inn.

"I heard that a group of people are tracking my identity recently. I have to be careful and must not let them find out."

He was penniless because he was an unpopular disciple in the Demon Cult. This time when he went out, all the silver on him was robbed by other disciples.

When he was in his own sect before, Zhang San had a good life every day, and even now, he can take out a large sum of silver at any time.

But even if he could take it out, he couldn't use it because it would be seen as wrong by others.

So, Zhang San had to stay in this inn.

As far as he knew, this inn would often take better care of penniless people, sometimes waiving their room fees and even giving them some free food.

Zhang San was lying on the bed, thinking about what he should do next.

However, at this moment, he suddenly saw a pigeon flying in from outside the door.

Why did it appear at this time?

Zhang San jumped up.

He took the note from the pigeon's leg and read it. The note told him to come to the lobby of the hotel during dinner tonight. There would be a person there to exchange information with him.

That person would be sitting in the corner on the far left of the lobby.

"During dinner tonight?" Zhang San muttered in his heart, "Okay, then I will pretend to be his friend and go over to eat. This way of contact is relatively safe."

After reading the note, he carefully burned it.

While Zhang San was receiving the message upstairs, several people were whispering downstairs.

"Hey, will that hidden spy really show up at the table on the left tonight?" A bearded man asked with a sneer.

"Of course he will. Although we don't know who that person is, the information we received is accurate."

"Today we just need to wait here."

"The bug that has been hiding in us has secretly leaked a lot of information. Tonight I want to see who that guy is."

"If I find out, I will make him wish he were dead."

In the evening, dinner began to be served one after another, and the waiters in the hotel began to get busy.

At this time, Zhang San also sneaked out according to the agreed time.

When he came in, he first scanned the lobby, and then his eyes were fixed on the table on the left.

There was indeed a person drinking there, with a few side dishes in front of him, as if he was waiting for someone.

Zhang San swallowed unconsciously when he saw this.

He had been drinking porridge for several days, and now looking at those side dishes, he felt his stomach growling.

Okay, this deal is not bad, not only can he exchange some information, but he can also get a meal.

Zhang San rubbed his stomach, took a deep breath, and prepared to rush forward.

...Then, he was suddenly intercepted halfway.

...

The one who intercepted him was a young and very cute girl.

Zhang San looked back at the person behind him in shock, and the person standing behind him turned out to be the waiter of the inn.

The girl who usually always sat there and slept and often had nothing to do.

"You, you..." Zhang San stuttered at that moment.

The little girl just looked him up and down, then wrinkled her nose.

She said this in a cold tone, but with a sense of transparency.

"Do you owe us money?"

"Ah?"

Zhang San felt a little guilty after hearing this.

"Yes, I do."

"Then do you have money to pay back our shopkeeper?"

The little girl's two big round eyes were so bright that she could see her own shadow, but being stared at by such a pair of big eyes, I don't know why I feel creepy in my heart.

Just like a mouse being stared at by a cat.

At this moment, Zhang San was like this.

"I don't have it now, but I should have it in a while." Zhang San hurriedly explained.

"Tsk." The little girl in front of him curled her lips in disdain, "You guys always say the same thing, every time you say you will pay it back after a while, and every time you never pay it back."

... Who are these "you guys"! Also, you are a little girl, why do you sound like a big brother who has been collecting debts for years!

An Huo Shaxi didn't wait for Zhang San to explain.

Because for her, the order of the shopkeeper is the most important.

So she directly grabbed Zhang San's collar, like holding a chicken, and dragged him out of the back door, saying as she dragged, "You have no money, I don't want you, get out of here."

"Wait! Wait! I'll stay for five more minutes! No, I'll stay for three more minutes! One minute!"

Zhang San was still struggling when he was dragged out.

However, his strength was still no match for this seemingly weak little girl.

The moment Zhang San was dragged out of the inn, he was completely confused.

The person who was to meet him was sitting at the table on the left. He stared at him through a door. He was so close yet so far away.

Because once he had the idea of ​​sneaking in, the scary little girl would use her hands to drag him out again.

"I, I won't go in, okay?" Zhang San found a corner with grievance and squatted down, waiting for an opportunity.

He never got the chance.

But he also got some unexpected gains.

... A kind-hearted elder sister saw him like this and threw him two copper coins.

Zhang San thought to himself, are you sending away a beggar? He secretly put the copper coins in his pocket.

The person who had been looking at the left corner for a long time suddenly said, "Brother, something is wrong. Why hasn't he come yet?"

"It shouldn't be." The rest of the people were also puzzled.

"It stands to reason that the guy must be here, why hasn't he come yet?"