At night, Wangyue Residence is brightly lit and crowded. The white air mixed with fragrance fills the entire restaurant, dispelling the cold of winter. Everyone here is sweating profusely from eating and enjoying themselves.
This delicacy called hot pot really refreshed their understanding. It is not only delicious, but also very user-friendly!
In addition to the few cents charged for the bottom pot, you can choose which ingredients you want to add based on your own financial resources. Even ordinary people can order more soy products and vegetables to satisfy their taste buds.
Where had they seen such a way of eating before?
The waiters at Wangyue Residence were busy back and forth without stopping for a moment. Ever since they entered Wangyue Residence, there had never been a day as fulfilling as today!
There is still a long queue at the door of the restaurant. The waiting people are looking at the fiery scene inside the restaurant. The curiosity and appetite in their hearts can no longer be suppressed. However, no one pays attention to the plaque that limits the number of people to 300 people placed at the door. None have been touched.
"Aren't we here yet?"
"It's almost there, it's almost there." Due to lack of manpower, shopkeeper Peng personally went to the entrance to take charge. At this moment, he was already smiling from ear to ear, and the admiration for the young master in his heart was as uninterrupted as the blue sky and the sea. Absolutely.
"Seat table No. 3, the guests have paid their bills, please go away~" the waiter in the restaurant shouted. Upon hearing this, shopkeeper Peng hurriedly greeted the next batch of guests to take their seats.
The common seats are the first floor. This is the concept that Qin Feng instilled in everyone in Wangyue Residence. The second floor is the special seats, and the third floor is the elegant seats. Different nouns correspond to the different guests received.
As he explained before, the first floor has the largest area and is used to deal with ordinary people. It focuses on volume and ensures the basic profit of the restaurant.
The second floor is used to receive martial arts practitioners. The ingredients they order are mostly monster flesh and blood, which are relatively expensive, so they can naturally earn more.
As for the third floor, facing those powerful and wealthy businessmen who accounted for most of the restaurant's profits, Qin Feng directly set a rule. If he wanted to eat on this floor, his single consumption must not be less than one tael of silver, and this amount of money is equivalent to An average family earns one-third of their annual income!
But even though it is so expensive, there are still many people wearing luxurious clothes on the third floor of Wangyue Residence at this moment.
For these people, money is not an issue. Being able to enter the third floor of Wangyue Residence has become a status symbol, giving them a sense of superiority.
And this is exactly what Qin Feng wants to see...
"In just half a day, Wangyueju was brought back to life, and it was overcrowded. Your kid's methods really opened my eyes." On the second floor of Wangyueju, Shi Ziming's face turned red after eating, especially the thing called Maodu. , call people to the top and make them want to stop.
The colleagues from the Demon Slaying Department who were in charge of guest appearances today were also invited over by Qin Feng. The bills for these people tonight will be paid by him, Mr. Qin.
Although he was a little heartbroken, Qin Feng felt that this was a necessary investment. As the saying goes, if you don't go with small money, you won't get big money.
The two exchanged glasses and chatted for a long time. Shi Ziming took a sip of wine and suddenly said with emotion: "The food is really good, even in Fengtian City, you may not be able to have such delicious food.
Unfortunately......"
He swung the glass and said, "This wine is really a bit bad. If this wine were better, it would be perfect."
Qin Feng lowered his head and pondered after hearing this. He had already had an idea about brewing wine, but he just lacked an opportunity and a winemaker he could trust.
This has to be done, but not in a hurry, it has to be done slowly.
...
On the other side, in the imperial capital of Fengtian City, Tang Hongyun, Minister of War, has not been in court for many days, claiming to be seriously ill.
Emperor Mingde sent someone to offer condolences and learned the shocking news that Tang Xuan, the eldest son of the Tang Dynasty, had his soul-drawing lamp extinguished and was dead!
After Tang Hongyun found out, he was shocked and fell into a coma. When he woke up, he became depressed and became ill.
In the bedroom, the haggard Tang Hongyun was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face was pale, and beside him stood a handsome young man in purple clothes.
"Dad, Emperor Mingde has asked hundreds of high-level Taoists from hundreds of ghosts to search for the soul-drawing lantern. The scene before the death of the eldest brother was darkness. The death lasted only a moment. They suspected that the eldest brother had mistakenly entered the territory of powerful demons and ghosts that had derived space magical powers. Unfortunately, he died
Die." This young man in purple is none other than Tang Fei, the Tang family's concubine born to Tang Hongyun's concubine!
Tang Hongyun heard this, opened his eyes, and then stood up slowly: "In order to please the third prince, I traveled thousands of miles to provoke the Liu family. How could I give birth to such a fool."
He coughed a few times, looking like he hated the iron.
"Dad, what you mean is that the death of eldest brother is related to the Liu family?"
"It doesn't matter whether it is yes or no. In this world, if you want to die alone without being noticed, there are many ways." Tang Hongyun said coldly.
"What does dad mean?".
Tang Hongyun said nothing, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
...
Unknowingly, seven days have passed. During these seven days, Qin Feng could be said to have not stopped for a minute or a second.
Not only does he have to check the restaurant's accounts and ration ingredients every day, he also has to go to Tingyuxuan to read books and accumulate literary talent.
But what bothered him was that after the Literary Saint Taoist system reached the eighth level, the advancement speed was obviously much slower. Even after reading the book for seven days and reading many books, the absorbable literary energy still could not fill the Tiantai in the Divine Sea.
The first step is not even a third of the way up.
He couldn't help but began to wonder if he was going in the wrong direction.
Qin Feng was thinking and wandering around the house when he suddenly heard bursts of golden sounds.
Looking for fame, he went out and saw his second brother competing with Xing Sheng in the courtyard. Compared to the last time, his second brother was much more mature this time and was more comfortable fighting against others.
Qin Feng opened his eyes and looked at the battlefield. The blood in his second brother's body was obviously richer than before, and the amount of energy was also greater.
It seems that the medicinal baths and blood pills in the past few days have had an effect.
This is money making ability!
"Brother, you're here." Qin An put away the narrow-edged knife in his hand.
"Uncle." Xing Sheng on the side nodded in greeting.
Qin Feng stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Heitan Tou, has my second brother made any progress?"
The corner of Xing Sheng's mouth twitched unconsciously, and then he replied: "The second young master is extremely talented, making rapid progress, and his future is limitless.
And if I’m not mistaken, the Second Young Master’s sword intention is probably about to enter the Chongyue realm.”
"So fast?" Qin Feng was a little surprised. This was half a month faster than he originally expected. In this case...
Qin Feng turned to Qin An and said, "Then it's time to talk to you about the second stage of Tiangang Yuan Slash."
Qin An looked excited when he heard this.
Xing Sheng's eyes showed curiosity. Although his uncle saw the shortcomings of Yubing Jue at a glance last time, he still wanted to see how his uncle, as a literate saint, could teach the martial arts moves of Shenwu Wufu.
Qin Feng walked into the courtyard, broke off a branch, and then began to draw figures of figures and swords on the ground.
Upon seeing this, Qin An immediately stepped forward and observed and studied carefully.
Xing Sheng looked over, and was shocked. Not only was he a sharp eye, but he was also an excellent poet, and even his painting skills were so superb?
This figure of a figure and a knife can really be described as lifelike!
Qin Feng was also a little frightened. After entering the eighth level, he obviously felt that his mind was clearer and he could easily retrieve memories.
In just a moment, all the diagrams of the second stage moves of Tiangang Yuan Zhan were drawn.
After Qin An finished observing, he pondered for a long time, and then began to follow the move diagram and imitate it. However, after wielding the sword three times, his moves were exactly the same as those shown in the diagram.
Xing Sheng stood aside all the time, saying nothing and showing surprise. For a martial artist, martial arts moves are just superficial and it is not difficult to learn them. However, it is rare to learn them so quickly like the Second Young Master.
But this alone is not enough. If you want to master a martial arts, the moves are only secondary. The most important thing is the method of energy circulation.
As he expected, Qin Feng began to tell Qin An about the powerful method of Tiangang Yuan Zhan.
After finishing the dictation, Qin Feng said: "Second brother, you integrate the strength technique into the moves, and then use the sword technique a few times.
If there is anything wrong, I will correct it for you."
"Then I'll trouble you, brother." Qin An raised the knife and started to swing it, and the sound of breaking the wind could not be heard.