In Chen Tianming's eyes, a young man named Lin Mu accidentally broke into the place where sorcery was being performed.
This place was none other than the place where Lin Mu worked, a steamed bun shop.
Lin Mu got up earlier than before, around 5:30 in the morning.
Lin Mu, who was just getting ready for a morning run, suddenly noticed that the store where he worked was filled with a blush.
It was still dark at this time and there were no people on the street.
For Lin Mu, no matter what the situation is in his store, he is just a part-time worker and will not see what happens.
However, this forest tree also has great luck.
In the trajectory of the world.
I walked over by mistake to see what was going on.
Looking through a small piece of glass, I saw three candles lit on several sides. The red candles were emitting red light.
Lin Mu saw the boss, Lao Zhang, kowtow three times to the candle, then take out a cup and a knife, and cut off his finger. Scarlet blood dripped into the cup filled with water.
What disgusted Lin Mu was that Lao Zhang directly poured the water cup containing his own blood into the fermented flour.
Seeing this, Lin Mu cursed himself as a pervert.
When I think about how many of Lao Zhang's blood buns I have eaten in the past month or two while working here.
Lin Mu deliberately got up early the next day and went to check, only to find that everything in the store was normal.
It lasted for more than ten days and nothing happened.
Thinking of this, Lin Mu felt that he was just a part-time worker and would leave after working for this month. Why was he so entangled in this matter?
Just as Lin Mu was about to leave, the store glowed red again.
Seeing this, Lin Mu stopped out of curiosity.
Lin Mu walked quietly outside the store and saw the same situation as last time.
At this moment, Lao Zhang suddenly looked towards where the forest trees were.
Lin Mu was too frightened to move at all.
Surprisingly, before the flour poured with blood could be made into steamed buns, Lao Zhang rushed out.
Seeing this, Lin Mu cursed in his heart.
I hurriedly walked in and put part of the flour with blood in a garbage bag, then closed another part of the flour and added it, but I accidentally caught my finger on the machine and a drop of blood flowed into the flour.
In the morning, Lao Zhang looked at Lin Mu with a gloomy expression. Lin Mu could only pretend that he didn't know anything, and the whole day passed like this.
More than ten days passed, and it was the end of the month.
Lao Zhang suddenly came to Lin Mu and said, "I'm not going to keep this shop anymore. I'll transfer it to you."
What?
Lin Mu knew how good the business of this store was.
Everyone knows that the boss earned more than a thousand silver dollars after only taking over the business for three months.
Now that it was actually being transferred to him, Lin Mu couldn't figure out what the situation was.
I mentioned that the salary here is only five silver dollars. I have been working here for two months and my savings are only a dozen yuan, less than twenty yuan.
Isn't this kidding me?
At this time, Lao Zhang stared at Lin Mu and said: "As long as ten silver dollars, this shop will be yours for ten silver dollars."
Lin Mu felt that there was some conspiracy, so he didn't answer and went back to the dormitory directly after get off work.
I only heard Lao Zhang’s gloomy voice coming from behind:
You will agree.
At five o'clock in the morning, Lin Mu felt very uneasy and went to the store.
I saw red lanterns hanging outside the store and many people surrounding it.
Lin Mu couldn't figure out what was going on.
I saw Lao Zhang pulling Lin Mu and saying, "Why don't you come over to help? There are so many customers waiting."
Lin Mu had no choice but to go up and help.
When he was idle, Lin Mu saw a little girl's face turning blue under the light of a candle. The girl just smiled at Lin Mu.
After an hour of busy work, the guests had finished leaving.
But the buns on the table were still there.
Lin Mu knew that he was involved in something strange.
Lin Mu had heard many such bizarre stories.
I also heard that someone was walking at night and met someone playing cards under a rock. He also participated during the break. The next morning, he found that it was under a rock and was clearly in a graveyard. The money he won was also a ghost coin. If he lost,
There's no telling what will happen.
In this situation, Lin Mu knew that he could no longer escape.
When those red steamed buns were served and the guests were very satisfied with their food, Lin Mu knew something.
Now the steamed buns on the table have changed from red to white.
I also understand why the steamed buns are astringent and unpalatable a few days a month.
The boss just explained to the customer: "It's not fermented well."
But business is getting better and better.
As a person who lives in a strange world, Lin Mu has heard these stories since he was a child. Why don't he understand now?
These diners are not human beings at all, and these blood buns are not for human consumption.
And this kind of blood steamed buns is for you to eat.
This is a kind of witchcraft.
Although Lin Mu has never seen this kind of magic, and he doesn't know it, he has heard of it, but he never thought that this kind of thing would happen to him.
I am just an ordinary citizen, how can I expect to encounter such things when I want to work here?
It's better to hang out with the warlords and maybe make a name for yourself.
At this time, Lao Zhang said: "Although this is a witchcraft, the business is booming. You only need to make blood buns three times a month to keep the business booming."
Lin Mu said coldly: "The business is so good, why don't you continue it and transfer it to me?"
"This blood steamed bun is not that simple. It requires three drops of fingertip blood for the first time, and twice as much for the second time. Now I can hardly hold on," said Boss Zhang.
Lin Mu glanced at Boss Zhang and saw that his face turned pale. It is said that before taking over the shop at home, Lao Zhang weighed more than 180 pounds. Now he has lost more than 100 pounds and is almost skin and bones. In the eyes of outsiders, Boss Zhang makes money.
Now, there are people outside, which leads to physical depletion.
Of course, whether you agree or not, this store is already yours, and the previous guests are here to congratulate you.
This is a contract. Once you sign it, you will be the owner of this store.
hehe
Only fools sign.
Lin Mu refused directly.
You will agree.
In the early morning, Lin Mu heard a knock on the door in the dormitory.
The sound was very mixed, as if there were many people.
Everyone is shouting that I want steamed buns, I want steamed buns.
Lin Mu's face turned pale with fright.
Lin Mu could only get up and open the door and said: "What's the hurry? I'll do it right away."
See it.
This is no longer something you can refuse.
I told those customers yesterday that you are already the owner of this store.
Lin Mu looked at the wound on his finger and knew that he had been tricked by Lao Zhang.
At that time, Lin Mu also wondered why the manual machine was so sharp. Now it seems that Lao Zhang had tampered with it, causing those guests to eat his own bloody steamed buns.
The contract actually has the same name that he signed when he started working in the store, and Lao Zhang actually found out about this transfer contract.
Now you only need to sign once
Thinking of the feeling of being knocked on the door by strange people in the morning, Lin Mu could only agree with Lao Zhang and signed.
"Hey, that's right. You can do it for a few months. Then, can you just find someone like me to take over?" Lao Zhang said hehe.
Lin Mu is not that kind of honest person. In this era of warlord warfare, anyone who can come out to make a living is not a good person.
Although Lin Mu is not an honest person, like most people, he is in awe of existences like Wei.
But like Lao Zhang said, after a few months, it’s not impossible to find someone to take over.
In the following month, Lin Mu earned three to four hundred silver dollars, but his body became much weaker.
But for money, Lin Mu decided to put out the three candles that could not be burned out.
ps: Damn, this story is not well written. There are many poisonous points. It’s not that I didn’t have a good idea, but that I didn’t have enough time and it was night.