Chapter 190: Still drinking tea when you have no money?
"Xiaoer, is Mr. Zhongli here?"
In the Heyu Tea House, following the inaudible footsteps, a man with an exotic appearance walked into the house. The man was tall, with an extraordinary bearing. His short, unkempt orange hair looked casual and lazy, but his indigo eyes
But as dead as the deep sea.
"Sir, would you like tea or cake..."
The waiter who had just been chatting with Zhong Li put the sweat towel in his hand and walked up to the man out of habit. When he saw who it was, he suddenly felt chilled and broke into a cold sweat.
White button-up shirt, orange curly hair, and an evil red mask hanging on the side of his head.
Isn't this the executive of Beiguo Bank, Dadalia, whom Liyue people like to criticize most after dinner?
They engaged in loan sharking, organized hunts for Liyue merchants, and robbed them by force...
Ordinary people do not know the twists and turns behind the facts. They only know that they often see this executive coming to collect debts. Although it does not hurt anyone, his cruel and indifferent attitude frightens many debtors. p>
Fortunately, Heyu Tea House does not owe Beiguo Bank any money, so he does not need to be afraid.
The waiter tried hard to be brave, but still said with a trembling voice: "Mr. Zhongli, he's by the window on the second floor."
"Lead the way."
Dadalia smiled and looked at the waiter in front of him who was leading the way.
He always looks very tolerant towards weak people who have no grievances and no grudges, but no one knows what this fool-like executive is thinking.
"It's really sad that such a fragile life can still survive until now."
Following the waiter, Dadalia walked up to the second floor of the teahouse with great interest. It was already late at night, and the noisy teahouse gradually became quiet. Teagoers who had finished listening to the book also began to leave. The waiter walked to Zhongli and Famas.
Sitting at the sandalwood table.
There was no one at the empty table, and even the white porcelain tea cup had disappeared. The waiter looked puzzledly at the place where the boy in red and Mr. Zhongli were supposed to be sitting, and said strangely: "Mr. Zhongli and the guest in red were there just now."
Here?"
But the empty tea table in the waiter's eyes was a little different in Dadalia's sight. The blackstone-colored barrier could only block the eyes of ordinary people. The wooden table in the teahouse and the two people sitting in the barrier
When people overlap, it feels like a dream.
"Okay, I understand."
Dadalia waved the waiter away with a solemn look. Although he knew that Zhongli had an Eye of God, was this barrier released by Zhongli?
Mr. Zhongli hides it very deeply.
However, the stronger Zhongli is, the more confident he is in what he promised.
Staring at the blurry figure inside the barrier, a sunny smile like a little fox reappeared on Dadalia's face. She bent her fingers and tapped the black barrier lightly with her knuckles: "Dong dong dong, someone is there."
Is Mr. Zhongli in there?"
Famas and Zhongli, who were chatting secretly on the tea table, tilted their heads at the same time and looked at Dadalia, who was pretending to be well-behaved outside the barrier, with his whale-blue pupils shining brightly.
"Well, your little lover came to see you?"
Famas had a strange smile on his face and sipped the tea in his cup.
He had already finished the tea in front of him, and now he was holding the golden tea cup that Zhongli had prepared for Dadalia.
"No, just a partner."
Zhongli pondered, and when the teahouse guests gradually left and no one noticed this corner, the rock-colored barrier covering Famas and himself disappeared, and the two reappeared at the table, sitting opposite each other.
Dadalia originally wanted to test whether this blackstone-colored barrier was cast by Zhongli, but the moment she saw Famas, her steps stopped and she silently pulled over the other person beside the square table.
Take a chair and sit down naturally.
The intelligence network of the Fools extends in all directions. The information about Famas' many encounters with the lady in Mondstadt has long been in Dadalia's hands. I just don't know why this mysterious guy came to Liyue, and he seems to be familiar with Mr. Zhongli.
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"Good evening, Mr. Zhongli."
Dadalia glanced at Famas, picked up the tea cup on the table, and was about to take a sip, but found that there were only a few strands of light red tea in the white porcelain tea cup.
Where is my tea?
Dada Duck, who tilted his head, looked confused.
"Let me introduce you."
Zhongli put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at Famas who was trying hard to suppress his laughter.
"His name is Famas. He comes from Mondstadt. He is...a friend of mine."
Famas put on a smiling expression and nodded at Dadalia.
"This is the diplomatic envoy of the Solstice Kingdom and the last executive officer of the Fools, the young master, Dadalia."
Dadalia also put down the empty tea cup in his hand and showed a hearty smile, but the words in his mouth were full of hostility: "I have heard about the name for a long time, Mr. Famas, what the fools did in Mondstadt, Mr.
It’s a lot of mixing.”
"I originally didn't want to care about this kind of thing, but you fools are like flies, always sending it to me."
Famas spread his hands unabashedly, and the atmosphere between the three suddenly solidified.
"Information says that you can completely suppress the lady. Is that true?"
Dadalia's dark blue pupils showed a warlike look, like a burning fire, emitting a dazzling light that hurt the eyes.
"Do you want to try it?"
Farmas's hands are itchy now and he can't beat Zhongli, so a cute Dada duck offers to be beaten.
He has never heard of such a request.
"Ahem, sir."
The gazes of the two became sharper and sharper, and they were about to spark sparks in mid-air. However, Zhongli saw Mr. Fan pacing from the side. In order to avoid repeated conversations, he promptly warned those who were about to fight.
Two people.
Zhongli's calm voice instantly broke the tense atmosphere.
Xingmu slapped the table, and the tea guests left one after another. The stooped and thin Mr. Fan shook his robe, slowly walked towards the three people sitting on the tea table, and said in a polite voice with dissatisfaction: "Mr. Zhongli,
Today’s tea money..."
Glancing at Dadalia and Famas next to him, Mr. Fan didn't care about some idiotic executive. He had lived for such a long time and there was nothing to be afraid of for a few young boys.
"You haven't even paid for the last tea, so I'm not worried that you're deliberately defaulting on the bill, but our small business..."
"I'm extremely sorry. I really forgot to bring my money bag. I'll wait until tomorrow..."
"Oh, didn't you say the same thing last time..."
Listening to Mr. Fan's nagging, the helpless Zhongli and the embarrassed Famas looked at Dadalia at the same time.
"No...you two don't have any money, right?"
Dadalia looked at the two of them in shock. Even if Zhongli didn't bring any money, this guy named Famas didn't bring any either?
"I don't need to use this kind of thing."
Famas said coldly, but he regretted it in his heart. When he separated from Ying, he also gave her the money bag.
Fortunately, with Dada Ya as the person who pays the bill, I don’t have to worry about being detained by Mr. Fan to wash the teacups and pay the debt.
"Is this enough money?"
Dadalia interrupted Mr. Fan and placed a row of large molas on the tea table.
"These... three cups of Fallen Red Golden Silk Tea, I'm afraid there are still some shortcomings..."
"You said we ordered golden silk tea? Or the best Luohong tea?"
Dadalia, who was about to pay the bill, gritted his teeth and looked at Zhongli who was silent and Famas who was looking around to hide his embarrassment.
Beiguo Bank has begun to doubt his bill. He rushed from Tianheng Mountain in a hurry without even grabbing a sip of tea, and he still had to help two people pay for the top-quality tea?
"When entertaining guests, you must be polite and considerate."
As if he couldn't stand Dadalia's cannibalistic gaze, Zhongli explained that Famas drank Dadalia's cup of tea, which surprised him.
"Mr. Zhongli, in the future... please consider Beiguo Bank's ability to pay bills!"
Although she said she was disgusted with Zhongli's consumption level, Dadalia still took out more molas and finally paid for the tea.
As an executive with a lot of fools, if he can't even pay for tea, wouldn't he be laughed to death by his colleagues and subordinates?