Inspector Pei had some milk tea and refreshments, and an idea flashed in his mind, and he already had a good sentence.
Someone brought a pen and ink, spread out the snow-white rice paper on the table, dipped the brush in ink, thought for a moment, and then moved his strong and powerful wrist.
After some smooth writing, a seven-character poem about leisurely residence appeared on the page.
After finishing writing, Inspector Pei stared at it for a while and was quite satisfied with the poem and words he had written.
Then he wrote the signature, took out the jade seal from his purse, took a breath of hot air, and stamped it hard on the signature.
Pei Mingfeng stood up, stood beside his grandfather, and read the poem written by his grandfather carefully, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
Sure enough, this old ginger is still spicy, and this poem written by my grandfather is really good.
This poem by Inspector Pei is not just about a kind of tea or a kind of food, but the environment, tea, snacks, and services of Youranju are all written in the poem.
The waiter took Inspector Pei's poem to You He to read. You He immediately took out a membership card and asked the waiter to give the membership card to Inspector Pei. He also asked the waiter to praise Inspector Pei for his talent and thank Inspector Pei for the poem.
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Inspector Pei got his wish and got the membership card. The grandfather and grandson sat there for a while, then left Youranju with a few snacks.
At the Ning's Tea House next door, there was a crowd at the door. There was not a single customer in the tea house. The shopkeeper and waiters were busy swatting flies.
"Hey..." The shopkeeper let out a long sigh and looked at the deserted lobby with no customers. If this continues, their teahouse will be closed down soon.
Although the teahouse business is not easy to do in Jiangzhou City, before the Youran House opened, there were still people coming to the Ning Family Teahouse, and they could barely support it.
Once Youranju opened, they had no business at all.
Although their tea and snacks are cheaper than Youranju, a pot of tea only costs fifty cents, and the snacks are not expensive, but people would rather spend more money at Youranju than come to a cheaper place like theirs.
The shopkeeper also thought of some ways and launched a half-price campaign, but with little success.
Moreover, if they keep doing half-price promotions, they will really have to pay for it.
Mr. Ning hurried into the teahouse and was startled when he saw the deserted lobby. He had not been to the teahouse for more than ten days. Why was this teahouse so deserted?
The shopkeeper saw him and hurriedly came out from the counter to greet him.
"My boss."
The shopkeeper clasped his hands.
"My boss."
The guy also bowed.
Mr. Ning's eyes were blue and black, with sunken eye sockets. He frowned and asked, "Why are there no customers?"
The shopkeeper was afraid that his boss would blame him for his inability, so he said with a grimace: "Our teahouse's business used to be good, but as soon as the Youranju Teahouse next door opened, it took away all the customers from our teahouse.
Many old customers stopped coming and went next door."
Mr. Ning is very busy these days and has never heard of Youranju.
Now he heard from the shopkeeper that the teahouse next door had robbed his own teahouse's customers, and he, who was already irritable, became even more angry.
Where can't I open a tea room?
This tearoom was located right next to his Ningjia Teahouse, and it was clearly intended to steal the business from their Ningjia Teahouse.
"Is there any money in the cabinet?"
He still had something urgent to do, such as competing for business in the teahouse next door, so he would leave it alone for now.
After he has finished the important things, he will clean up the tea room next door.
The shopkeeper was startled for a moment and said, "Isn't it time to pay the account yet?"
They pay accounts once a month, at the end of each month, and when they pay accounts, they pay together the money they earned that month.
"Just give it to me first."
Mr. Ning said impatiently.
The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."
The shopkeeper entered the counter, opened the cash cabinet with the key, and took out all the money earned this month.
"That's it?"
Mr. Ning looked at the handful of broken silver in the shopkeeper's hand and shouted loudly.
This handful of broken silver doesn't even have twenty taels.
The shopkeeper said with drooping eyebrows: "I made this little money in the first half of the month! All my business was taken away by the teahouse next door. I'm afraid I won't even have this little money next month."