Chapter 91

The new store opened in a jubilant mood.

For zhouze, the decoration and rent of the new store and the expenses you can expect are not actually paid by zhouze.

Xu Qinglang gave half of the money, and the rest was the money from the funeral goods of the white warbler.

Of course, Xu Qinglang is going to be "semi retired". He only plans to sell coffee in the bookstore to make snacks and live a healthy life.

The only way to make money is Zhou Ze.

Fortunately, we are not very skeptical about Zhou Ze's ability to make money. The new store is located in the South Street. There is a lot of traffic and ghost traffic.

As long as boss Zhou develops the professionalism of not afraid to endure hardship and not afraid to stay up late to send these ghosts to hell to accept transformation and become a new man, it should not be a big problem to earn a lot of money.

At that time, we will squat in front of the bookstore to burn paper money and wait for people to drop their wallets. Even the service charge to the bank will be free.

The overall tone of the bookstore is soft and dark, and the bookshelves inside are not placed in a very dense way. Newspapers and magazines with relatively fast update are in a row, novels are in a row, and other serious books are in a separate area.

As for teaching materials and other things, Zhou Ze didn't go back.

The bookstore has a second floor, which is divided into three rooms and a bathroom, which is everyone's living area.

On the first day of opening, there was no fireworks, firecrackers or firecrackers. Everything seemed very simple and peaceful.

Lao Dao cleans up with Bai Yingying knowingly. Zhou Ze sits at the back of the bar and savors the cocktail just made by Xu Qinglang.

After a sip, he put the glass down. The little monkey picked up the glass and took a sip secretly. Then he felt it was very difficult to drink, and kept tongue out.

Tang Shi is alone in the upstairs bedroom. She is very homestead. If she is OK, she can stay in the room all day, and she won't feel bored.

When everything was ready and ready to meet the guests, it was already after dusk, and the sky was dim.

A white warbler, carrying a plaque, hung up the sign of "late night study", then jumped down, clapped his hands, confirmed that he was well placed, and smiled contentedly.

Later, she followed the instructions of her boss to hang the two couplet plaques of "listen to others in vain" and "as I heard them" on the left and right ends respectively.

This is the sign brought back from the old shop.

Bai Yingying asked Zhou Ze about the meaning of "listening to others in vain" and "listening to them as they are". Zhou Ze explained that it was a simple story he heard and told it to everyone.

It doesn't represent your own point of view. You just want to listen to the music, not to take it seriously.

The bookstore is still engaged in the business of the dead, and the business of the living can only be regarded as a bonus. After all, there is a "Tongcheng bookstore" not far from the South Street, which is a big bookstore specializing in selling physical books. If it wants to compete with it, it is not generally difficult, and it is not necessary at all.

Zhou Ze remembers that when he was a child, "Tongcheng bookstore" was the most influential representative of bookstores in Tongcheng. However, in recent years, with the continuous compression and recession of the physical book market, Tongcheng bookstore has also reduced its business area, which is quite shabby compared with the past heyday.

It can only be said that the popularity of mobile phone and screen reading makes most people forget the habit of ink and paper reading.

It's all done, it's on track, and then it's business.

As a matter of fact, the business is fast. From the official opening at 7 p.m. to now, there have been several groups of guests, but all of them are living people who order a cup of coffee or other drinks and sit there to have a rest and chat.

When the living people came, Zhou Ze simply did not move. Instead, Xu Qinglang kept greeting and making drinks. He was very busy.

It's already 9:30 after seeing off these guests. Xu Qinglang drinks a mouthful of water and looks at Zhou Ze, who sits on the rocking chair and shakes all the time, and feels very unbalanced!

"Lao Zhou, I think we can put up a sign," no living people are allowed to enter. "What do you think?"

"Then the next day the industry and Commerce will come." Zhou Ze did not hesitate to reject Xu Qinglang's proposal.

"But I feel more tired than opening a noodle shop." Xu Qinglang looks sad.

Before he opened a noodle shop, there weren't many people who actually went to eat in the shop. Most of the orders were on takeout. He just wanted to have a rest and shut down the takeout software. But now people come in, you can't push them out, can you?

"You see, this is coming."

Zhou Ze looked out the door.

It seems that the real reason is location. Today's real business is coming soon.

An old woman came into the door, leaning on a crutch. She was thin and slightly shriveled. Her eyes were wide open, and she looked like she was in grave.

The old woman has some slight resentment, which means that she still has some obsession, so she can't go to hell, nor enter reincarnation.

But her complaint is far away from the evil spirits, which still belong to the ghost category of "harmless to human beings and animals"."Prepare the dishes." Zhou Ze said to Xu Qinglang.

Xu Qinglang didn't shout bitterness and tiredness this time. In fact, preparing dishes for the people who are going to hell is his suggestion.

He thought that Zhou Ze's act of sending ghosts directly to hell was too simple and crude. He didn't have any foreplay, was too dry and lacked service quality.

Therefore, he suggested that before sending people to hell, he should make a meal and send them a gift, and then they would keep more banknotes.

It's like that in addition to the movie tickets, there's also a big income of selling coke and popcorn in the cinema.

The dish is also very simple, a plate of dried radish, a plate of peanuts, a bowl of rice with chopsticks in the back, a cup of old rice wine.

It's all ready-made stuff. It's OK to pack them, and it's no trouble.

The Taoist priest put the small table and stool ready, and pulled up the curtain to block the view from the outside. Otherwise, other customers would be shocked if they came in.

This is also a small compartment, specially for ghosts.

Zhou Ze came over with the cup in his hand and said to the old woman, "please."

The old woman hesitated a little. It can be seen that she was afraid, but she was more afraid of Zhou Ze. At present, she could only sit down gingerly.

Xu Qinglang hands a bottle of cow's eye tears mixed with Rune water to Lao Dao, who wipes it on his eyes and sees the old lady.

To be honest, this kind of open door to meet ghosts has never happened to Lao Dao since he left Mingdian. For a while, he was a little sad and couldn't help thinking of the boss who was still in Chengdu.

But soon, too.

Lao Dao has sent a notice to his water friend in the live room where he hasn't broadcast live for several months. He will restart the live broadcast in the early morning of April 1, which is about 0:20 on March 31.

That day, it was the day when the boss said he would come back.

The white warbler also sat down with a small bench. The old woman was a little shy. She was a zombie, a ghost, a mysterious monk, and a hot old way in her crotch.

Her resentment, surrounded by the wolves, is really not worth mentioning.

"Eat, eat and go."

Zhou Ze urged.

The old woman smiled, lowered her head, and began to eat.

It's like the tiger is terrible, but the zoo is like a kitten to the tiger when it's a keeper.

The old woman went out. If she didn't give people a glimpse, she would probably make people sick or faint. But at this time, she could only eat quietly.

"Aunt, how did you die?" Lao Dao began to ask at this time.

Lao Dao is an active person, even if he is old, but the more he talks, the more he talks.

He also talked to the little monkey about how he subdued the demons and Demons 500 years ago and suppressed a big monkey at the foot of the five finger mountain. The monkey also helped him. As long as the old Taoist bought some snacks, the monkey could sit there and listen to the old Taoist for an afternoon, and waved from time to time:

"speak loudly!"

"Three touch and tear."

The old man was confused. He knew that the old woman spoke dialect, so he looked at Zhou Ze.

"Sick and dead." Zhou Ze translated.

Tongcheng dialect is quite different from putonghua.

"Aunt, it's not good. Even if you are a ghost, you can't forget to study. We have to learn Mandarin well, or we'll be in hell.

Think about it. There are so many people on huangquan road. It's hard for you to find someone who can find Tongcheng dialect. At that time, there won't be a person who can talk. It's so boring. "

The old way reminds me kindly.

Aunt is embarrassed. She can only eat with her head down.

"Any children?" Lao Dao began to ask again.

"Yuguo."

Lao Dao looks at Zhou Ze again, which means, translate quickly.

"There is a daughter." Xu Qinglang translated.

"Then your daughter must have burned you a lot of paper money?" The old man rubbed his hands.

"The old woman smell speech, Leng for a while, wry smile way:" the condition of the home is not good (translated by Xu Qinglang)

"the conditions at home are not good?" The old Taoist didn't get discouraged, and continued: "it's OK. Anyway, paper money is not expensive. As long as your child has you in mind, paper money can be more."

"Lying in a hospital bed, no money for treatment." The old woman said, putting down her chopsticks and wiping her tears.

"Poor thing." Lao Dao wipes tears together.

The white warbler and warbler are also nununuzui, and they are also a little upset.

"My daughter asked me in the hospital bed whether to continue to spend money to cure. I was lying in bed, unable to speak or move. She cried and said to me, if I don't want to continue to cure, I'll blink. If I don't blink, I'll be cured even if I don't want to."

"This girl is not bad, either." The old man said, "what do you do?""I blinked, then went home from the hospital, and then died." The old woman continued to wipe her tears.

"It's not easy. You're also thinking about your children. It's great. It's not easy. Your children have to live." Lao Dao is sad together.

In fact, there are many such things in reality, especially in the face of some incurable diseases, which means constantly throwing money into them, and many families can't support this way of throwing money to cure diseases.

"You're great, aunt." White warbler.

"I'll pour you another drink." Xu Qinglang.

On the other hand, looking at the people around him with tearful eyes, Zhou Ze couldn't help crying and laughing.

He pointed to the old woman's big eyes, which had been staring at her ever since she came in, and asked:

"how do you blink?"

When the old woman heard this, she stopped crying and said: "she asked me,

mom, I asked you, if you don't want to cure it, blink your eyes.". If I don't blink, I'll be cured even if I'm selling iron.

Then,

waited for five minutes,

I couldn't help blinking.

She immediately began to wipe her tears and said:

OK,

mom,

I know what you mean,

we can't cure it. "