"At that time, someone will take you to the second floor for questioning."
"At that time, you can freely express your doubts and ask them."
"If the other party can solve the problem, they will charge a message fee of two million."
"If it can't be solved, you don't have to pay a penny, including the pot of "Distress Tea" worth 10,000 yuan."
The old man finished speaking slowly and logically, then sat back behind the counter and said, "Do as I teach you, otherwise you will spend a whole day wandering the ghost streets to no avail."
"Thank you, sir." I hugged my fists and turned to leave.
The old man warned: "If Qingshan Tea House doesn't have the news you want, just go back."
"This is the only shop on Ghost Street that sells difficult and complicated diseases for martial arts practitioners. The other shops are all scammers."
"Even if I'm not a liar, I can't help you, so don't waste your time there."
"I know." I waved my hand and couldn't help but feel happy.
It was a blessing in disguise. Without Ding Changyou, I met a kind-hearted person.
The other party helped me for Lingxi's sake, and I will keep this kindness in my heart.
If Qingshan Tea House solves my troubles, I have to thank the old man no matter what.
In the supermarket, the old man who continued to listen to the opera stood up suddenly, slapping his thighs and saying without tears: "Bad boy, did you not pay for the cigarettes?"
"Forty-five yuan of hard China?"
"Ouch, I've lost money, I've lost money, I've lost a lot."
"Damn it, today is not a good time to open, I have to close the door and take a nap."
Cursing, he got out of the counter and pulled down the rolling shutter door, not caring that it was only half past eight in the morning.
"Hey, Xiao Hong, come to my place." The old man held the phone and said in a vulgar voice: "I haven't eaten meat for three months. I'm really panicking."
"Yes, I'm in the supermarket."
"What? I haven't given you the money from last time?"
"How is it possible? Every time I finish something, I will give you money as soon as possible, just a lot more."
"What? The price has increased? Three hundred times?"
"Xiaohong, we are all old customers, you can't just sit there and raise the price."
"Three hundred, my small supermarket can't make three hundred a day."
"Two hundred, two hundred once, I'll pay for the taxi."
"Okay, okay, then I'll take a bath first and wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, the old man twisted his arms coquettishly and danced.
Then, he sent another text message: Ling Yatou, your little follower bought a pack of cigarettes in my store without paying for it, forty-five yuan, and the total is fifty yuan after calculating the interest. Give me the WeChat red envelope, our store is about
No credit.
On the other side, I followed the route given by the old man and found "Qingshan Tea House".
After hesitating on the side of the road for half a minute, I strode in.
The hesitation was not because I was timid, but because I carefully recalled the rules the old man taught me in my mind.
Don't be careless with these things. If you make a mistake, you will lose the opportunity to go to the second floor.
But what I didn't know was that the moment I walked into Qingshan Tea House, a black Audi car parked at the shop opposite.
What I didn't even know was that Pei Chuan and Hu Ying were sitting in the car.
The two heroes looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, confused by me.