Chapter 89

Before opening the next day, Zhao Hao gathered all the restaurant employees for their monthly training.

It's nothing more than that you performed well last month, keep working hard next month, and if anyone dares to slack off, don't blame Manager Fang for being rude...

"The ice in the lobby and private rooms should be changed frequently. Don't wait for customers to urge you. If you keep urging us, people will inevitably say that we are bullying our customers..."

While he was boasting and acting like a boss, he suddenly saw Ma Xianglan walking into the restaurant with a lyre in her arms and a smile on her face.

"Uh..." Zhao Hao was at a loss for words at that moment, and looked at Ma Xianglan without being able to speak for a long time.

Didn't I make myself clear yesterday? I thought I said something like "as a souvenir" to euphemistically express that I was done helping?

Ma Xianglan smiled at him, then walked to the corner with her zither in her arms, placed the instrument skillfully, sat down gracefully, and played the song "Meeting a Connoisseur in the Mountains and Flowing Water".

The melody of the piano is elegant and lasting, and it perfectly displays the majestic mountains and the vastness of the flowing water.

It also contains an inexplicable joy like Boya meeting Ziqi...

As Zhao Hao listened to Ma Xianglan's piano, four lines of poetry suddenly popped up in his mind.

'The phoenix tail of the harp is broken and cold, who can I play it for without Ziqi? All the friends are happy, but it is very difficult to find a soulmate.'

He couldn't help but shudder, thinking that he had underestimated the lethality of Nalan's poems...

I'm afraid that Ma Xianglan is relying on me now?

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao no longer had the mood to act like a boss. He just made a hasty conclusion and went home in shame.

Seeing him running away in embarrassment, Ma Xianglan did not feel depressed as usual. Instead, the sound of the piano she played became even more cheerful.

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Who knew that there was no peace at home.

I saw a man in his twenties, wearing a Tang-style scarf and a blue robe, peeking out of his yard.

In the yard, Qiaoqiao held a kitchen knife in her hand, looked at the strange man with a vigilant look and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, young lady. I am Wang Wuyang, your student, and I have come to pay my respects to you, my teacher." The scholar straightened his clothes and bowed to Qiaoqiao.

"My master has gone to jail. You'd better come back at night." Qiaoqiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but was determined not to let him in.

"The one in prison is the master, and the student is looking for the master." The scholar shook his head and explained seriously.

But the more he explained, the more confused Qiaoqiao became. It was not until she saw Zhao Hao turning into the alley that she cried, "You're finally back. This guy has been wandering around outside for a long time, and I couldn't understand what he said."

"Oh?" Zhao Hao had Gao Wu standing behind him, so he was not afraid. He smiled and asked the scholar, "What can I do for you, scholar?"

The scholar dressed as a scholar turned around, looked at Zhao Hao and asked, "May I ask your name?"

Zhao Hao also looked at the scholar. He saw that he was only in his early twenties, with delicate features and a scholarly air, which made it hard for people to feel hostile towards him.

He replied politely: "My name is Zhao Hao, I haven't asked for your advice yet..."

"Ah, Master!" The seemingly normal scholar showed an expression of ecstasy on his face, then he knelt down in front of him with a plop and shouted, "Disciple Wang Wuyang, hello to Master!"

Gao Wu quickly stood in front of Zhao Hao, fearing that this madman might hurt his son.

Zhao Hao pushed Gao Wu aside and asked Wang Wuyang in confusion, "Excuse me, do I know you?"

"Master, of course, doesn't know me, but I have known you for a long time." Wang Wuyang said with a determined look on his face, "After reading your six masterpieces, I have made up my mind to take you as my master, serve you at all times, and be your running dog!"

Hearing him say "you're old", Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and turned around to go back to the restaurant, but then he remembered that Ma Xianglan was there.

It's really like having a wolf in front and a tiger behind, which makes the man on the bridge very worried.

Suddenly he remembered something, turned around and looked at Wang Wuyang and asked, "Where did you see those six poems?"

He clearly remembered that Xuelang said that the six poems had not yet been published and other people only knew about two of them at most.

"It's like this." Wang Wuyang knelt on the ground and explained clearly: "I am the nephew of Wang Yanzhou. Last time, my uncle came to Beijing and asked me to check his letters. Last month, I received a letter from Master Xuelang to my uncle, with six poems written by the master attached."

At this point, he became incoherent again: "After reading it, I couldn't sleep for several days and nights. I suddenly felt that what I had learned in the past was useless and was all dung. After thinking it over, I made up my mind to worship the master as my teacher, follow Zilu's example, learn from the master from the beginning, and serve the master day and night, so that my life will not be wasted..."

"Oh..." Zhao Hao suddenly realized that this guy was Wang Shizhen's nephew. He also knew that Xuelang had asked the leader of the literary world for help, but he didn't expect that instead of getting help, Wang Shizhen's nephew came...

No need to ask, my address was leaked by Xuelang. No wonder he didn't dare to show up recently. It turns out he was afraid that I would settle accounts with him.

"Since you are Alliance Leader Wang's nephew, please stand up quickly." Zhao Hao put on a gentle face.

You can't afford to offend the person who holds the pen, not to mention that Wang Shizhen is the leader of the literary world. Haven't you seen how Yan Song and his son, Zhang Juzheng and others were all blackened by him?

"So, Master has accepted me as his disciple?" Wang Wuyang looked at Zhao Hao excitedly.

"No way." Zhao Hao said decisively: "Don't even think about it!"

"If Master doesn't accept me, I will kneel down and never get up, even if I die!" Wang Wuyang was not discouraged and issued a kneeling declaration.

"Then kneel down." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said coldly, "You want to cheat me? Dream on!"

After saying that, he walked into the yard.

Gao Wu tilted his head and looked at Wang Wuyang for a while, then judged that this guy was powerless and let him go.

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That kid surnamed Wang really knelt outside and refused to get up...

Zhao Hao wanted to stay indoors so as not to see anything, but the plum rain season had already begun in Nanjing, and the air was humid and hot, making him feel uncomfortable staying indoors.

He had no choice but to go out into the yard and ask Gao Wu to move the recliner to another direction so that he could sit with his back to the gate and enjoy the cool air under the shade of the tree.

By noon, the weather had become even hotter and humider. Seeing Zhao Hao constantly complaining about the heat, Gao Wu got a palm-leaf fan and fanned him.

Only then did Zhao Hao feel less annoyed.

At this time, Qiaoqiao brought out lunch and Zhao Hao started eating under the shade of a tree.

Afraid that he would lose his appetite due to the heat, Qiaoqiao made cold noodles, which were served with fresh peppercorns soaked in soy sauce, garlic juice, and pickled garlic, plus a few cold dishes that were delivered earlier. Zhao Hao and Gao Wu were full of praise for the food.

"Another bowl, add more garlic juice..." Zhao Hao wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth and handed the bowl to Qiaoqiao.

Qiaoqiao then put a bowl of noodles cooled with cold water into Zhao Hao's bowl, and poured the sauce and garlic juice on it. While handing the noodles to him, she quietly reminded him, "That man is still kneeling outside. I think he's going to get a heat stroke..."

"I know." In fact, Zhao Hao would glance at Wang Wuyang from time to time, otherwise he wouldn't be so annoyed.

"Isn't it just a matter of becoming a disciple? Just accept him as your master, and you won't lose anything." Qiaoqiao was soft-hearted after all, and Wang Wuyang knelt down before her.

"Nonsense." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes at her and whispered, "How old am I? I want to be someone's master? I'll be called old..."

"Cough cough..." Gao Wu started coughing. He didn't expect that the young master would not accept a disciple for such a weird reason.

This is of course not the real reason.

The real reason is, why should I accept you as my disciple?

Once a teacher, always a father! Is it that easy to be a father? Especially for a master like me who has a strong sense of responsibility and money, isn't it obvious that I will suffer a huge loss if I accept an apprentice?

Has Mr. Zhao ever made a business deal that resulted in a loss?

Obviously not.

So, he obviously would not accept this apprentice.

Otherwise, if he is soft-hearted and accepts one today, and another one tomorrow, wouldn’t Mr. Zhao’s house become a charity?

Therefore, this incision must be sealed tightly without any room for negotiation!

ps. Thanks to the new leader 'Changtian', the book friend, the extra chapters are sent to you. Please recommend and collect it, dear friends. It will be put on the shelves in another half a month~~~