When Wang Ling and the other three entered the door, Tan Siming, the owner of the late-night cafeteria, was scrubbing the dishes. The long scar on his face and a slightly resentful expression made the boss look particularly ferocious under the dim light.
Although it is not yet the time for customers to visit, the boss is already preparing to pick up customers at midnight...
As for the song "Old Boy" sung by Tang Youning, it came from an old-fashioned radio that was about to be eliminated next to the boss. In this era, radio stations are no longer so popular, but they can't hold back people's feelings for radio programs.
Therefore, although there are few radio programs, there are still people who are doing them. Among them, I have to talk about Zhang Ye, the leading host of radio programs. This person is not only a radio host, but also a broadcasting professional.
And he is also a very famous filmmaker. He once wrote a book about his experiences called "I'm a Big Star", and the whole book is full of various lyrics, poems and stories... It always makes people feel...
It smells like showing off knowledge.
As a senior online novelist, Dad Wang also defines the nature of this book as: hydrology.
Boss Tan was still washing the dishes. When a few people came in, Boss Tan almost reflexively pointed to the menu on the wall and said slowly: "What's on the menu? This is the only menu. But if you want to eat something else, I will
If I do, I will also cook it for you to eat."
After all, apart from Wang Ling, both Di Lei and Song Qingshu were here for the first time. Song Qingshu thought about it and felt that it would be impolite to start asking questions like a prisoner without ordering something for the first time, so he ordered three of them.
A big bowl of Lao Tan Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodles. I even took the initiative to settle the bill. One big bowl was 20 yuan, and three large bowls was 60 yuan.
Song Qingshu directly threw out a one-hundred-dollar card and waved his hand to the boss, saying there was no need to look for it... Rich people are just willful!
In fact, in the past two days, Lord Throwing Thunder has been using Song Qingshu as a cash machine. This guy has sold off all his belongings that he has worked for for many years in Muxian Castle. Now he has so much money that he doesn’t know how to spend it.
.
"thank you."
When the boss was collecting the money, he finally raised his head and looked forward. He spotted Wang Ling among the three, and his eyes suddenly changed: "Eh? Aren't you the creative genius who paid thirty-three dollars and seven cents?"
Wang Ling: "..."
The music boss still has an impression of Wang Ling. After all, he is a man who has witnessed the experience of selling the song "Old Boy" that is now spread all over the country. Such a popular song, including lyrics and music, has sold a total of three sales.
Thirteen yuan and seventy cents...the price of two medium bowls of beef noodles.
"Boss, do you know this brother of mine?" Lord Throwing Thunder asked looking at the boss.
"He and his father came to my store before and ordered beef noodles..." Boss Tan replied.
Lord Throwing Thunder was shocked. It turns out that Senior Wang has also been to this store! It seems that this store must not be simple!
"...Have you all heard of this song "Old Boy"?"
The music boss then thought about it for a moment and simply told him about the song "Old Boy"...
Lord Throwing Thunder and Song Qingshu were greatly shocked when they heard this.
"Brother Ling, can you still write songs?"
Wang Ling nodded shamelessly and expressionlessly: "..." Because from a theoretical point of view, he was just a porter of songs.
When it comes to "Old Boy", the boss' expression of resentment deepens: "Before, when Xiao Tang was not popular, he kept coming to my store. For a period of time, he relied on my support to survive in Songhai City.
.Now that it has become popular, it has been a long time since I came..."
When he said this, Boss Tan smiled bitterly: "Originally, I was counting on him to attract some business for me."
"This is simply chaos and abandonment!" Lord Throwing Thunder shook his head.
The boss was originally feeling depressed about this matter, but now that he has found someone to vent his feelings to, his mood immediately improved a lot. He looked at the boss and said, "By the way, why are you guys coming to see me at this time?"
Let’s get back to the topic, Boss Tan is not a fool. His store clearly states that it usually only opens at midnight. These three people came to see him at seven or eight o’clock and ordered three large bowls of beef noodles in one go.
...The key point is that even if you give a tip, there is probably something wrong here!
Boss Tan has met a lot of people over the years. Sometimes he can guess what the customers in the store are thinking just by looking at them.
Fortunately, Boss Tan is a straightforward person. This attitude made Lord Throwing Lei feel very reassured. He did not hide anything. He had an idea in his hand and took out a prepared stone ghost face illustration: "I didn't know that Boss Tan had seen this before."
Something?"
Boss Tan stared at the illustration with his chin raised, his eyes gradually becoming serious, and then he stared at Lord Throwing Thunder and asked with some excitement: "Where did you find this mask?"
When Boss Tan said these words, the hearts of several people in the venue immediately dropped. Sure enough, Boss Tan of this shabby restaurant is related to Stone Ghost Noodles!
Lord Throwing Thunder answered truthfully: "The pair we have in our hands now was bought by your brother from a certain treasure for five yuan, and the shipping is free."
Boss Tan: "..."
"Boss Tan, if you know the detailed information about this mask, please tell us truthfully. As far as we know, there should be two pairs of Stone Ghost Masks. This is a twin magic weapon. And now someone is trying to use these two masks.
To do evil..." After saying this, Zhenjun Grenade-Throwing Lord stepped forward and held Boss Tan's hand tightly: "Boss Tan, whether we can save this world depends on you!"
"..."
Boss Tan stared at the illustrated book and pondered for a while, then shook his head and replied: "Although I am surprised how you found me. But I still regret to tell you that I am not the only one with these two masks.
The maker...I made this with the mud from the community when I was a child and the little girl who led the family home."
Lord Throwing Thunder: "...made of mud? But there is Taichu Xuanjing in this mask... This is the hardest metal in the universe!"
Boss Tan thought carefully and then said: "Oh, we did find some black crystal stones in the mud at that time, so we pinched them in."
True Lord Throwing Thunder, Song Qingshu, Wang Ling: "..."
The scene fell into a dead silence for a while.
Lord Throwing Thunder took a deep breath: "So Boss Tan, you are not an weapon refiner?"
The altar boss shrugged: "I never said I was... the girl made the mask, I just cooperated with her in making it. In the end, she baked the dried mud."
Lord Throwing Thunder: "Then...does the boss still have the contact information of the little girl playing in the mud?"
Boss: "It's been so many years and I haven't contacted her for a long time. But I still remember this girl's name. Maybe you can investigate based on this clue."