Looking at Tang Seng in front of him who was devouring instant noodles, the corners of Huang Xiaobei's mouth twitched. When he was done, he handed him a piece of sausage, "Bald man, eat slowly. Don't choke to death. After all, it's the same as starving to death."
Compared to choking to death, it’s a bit ridiculous.”
Monk Tang ignored Huang Xiaobei and ate the instant noodles in the bowl like a whirlwind. Then he opened his mouth and took a bite of intestines, which made him groan.
Looking at Tang Monk, whose clothes were in tatters and extremely dirty, and then looking at the bruises on his face, Huang Xiaobei was indescribable. He thought that Elder Tang had gone to enjoy the mountains and rivers, and had some thoughts.
Buddhism, but in fact Elder Tang was begging for food in front of him...
After finally waiting for Tang Seng to finish eating, while he was enjoying the noodle soup there, Huang Xiaobei finally couldn't help but asked, "I said you were bald, what's wrong with you? How did you get into this? By the way, aren't you a god?
?And what about such a miserable god like you?"
After eating and drinking, Elder Tang asked Huang Xiaobei for a cigarette and said with a weathered look, "Gods without magic power are not as good as ordinary people like Te Niang."
Huang Xiaobei scratched his head when he heard this, "Um, what have you been through?"
Tang Monk lit up a cigarette and said sadly, "I haven't experienced anything. After leaving the hotel, I just wanted to find a place to relax, but I got hungry while walking. When I was hungry, I went to a restaurant to eat.
While I was eating, I realized that I forgot to bring my money. I was accidentally caught while running, so I spent a few days in the police station."
"Well, what happens next?"
"Then," Elder Tang chuckled, "then I returned to my old business of begging, and even went to eat a few Overlord Meals from time to time. Not to mention that the people selling Overlord Meals were very enthusiastic, and they even treated me to a stick stew.
"
Huang Xiaobei was speechless when he heard the cry, "I've been away for more than a month, and you're asking for more than a month's worth of food? Damn, I thought you went back to Xitian to live happily. What the hell are you talking about?
Why do you have no mana again?"
Hearing this, Tang Seng gritted his teeth and looked above his head bitterly, "Because of some old immortal thing! Damn it, why aren't you dead yet? If you die, I will laugh at him for three days and three nights."
Huang Xiaobei could also guess who he was scolding, but he didn't dare to start a conversation. Nonsense, what could he say about the matter between master and disciple?
"Then, do you plan to go back to the hotel and continue washing the dishes?" Huang Xiaobei asked.
Tang Seng nodded, "Well, after all, there are still a few people I know, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find a job. It just so happens that I have been doing business for so long, and I am quite proficient in the business."
"That's right." After saying that, Huang Xiaobei's mind suddenly moved and his eyes rolled around as he said, "Hey, how about you do it for me?"
Tang Seng looked at Huang Xiaobei suspiciously, "What are you doing for me?"
"Supermarket, haven't I always wanted to open a supermarket? Look, I rented this place. Don't worry, you will definitely be indispensable for the food. Besides, we work in shifts, so it's definitely not tiring!"
In Huang Xiaobei's cautious eyes, Elder Tang straightforwardly asked the question Huang Xiaobei didn't want to hear, "How much is the salary?"
"Ah, I still need money... You can't take care of the food, I'll also provide food and accommodation." Huang Xiaobei scratched his face, saying that this guy has really been in the mortal world for a long time.
, actually know about salary?
Tang Seng, on the other hand, was stunned after hearing Huang Xiaobei's words. The next second, Elder Tang slapped his thigh and stared angrily, "Am I a slave in ancient Rome? Do I have to pay for food and accommodation?
How on earth can the landlord’s serfs get a share of the surplus grain? I’m just going to have room and board?”
After saying that, Tang Seng pointed at Huang Xiaobei and said, "By the way, where do you live? Your uncle's house?"
"Ah, that's impossible. You don't have a house. Anyway, this toilet is not small anyway. Look at the pit behind you. I will build a warehouse in the future and put a bed for you. You can see...
..."
Before Huang Xiaobei could finish speaking, the furious Elder Tang pounced on him, pushed Huang Xiaobei to the ground and beat him, "Good guy, you are a free-handed wolf here, aren't you? Are you going to let me live here?"
A cesspit? Why can’t you stop!”
"Hey, baldhead, why are you hitting someone again? Be careful, I'm going to fall out with you! Damn it, spit out all the instant noodles and intestines you just ate. It's all the money I spent!"
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After a friendly and cordial discussion, Elder Tang, who had eaten and drank enough, walked out of the public toilet without looking back and went straight to the Tianlong Hotel, causing Boss Huang's plan of exploitation to fail.
Boss Huang complained endlessly about this, saying that it was really sad that he failed to exploit people as a capitalist.
And just as Huang Xiaobei and Tang Seng thought, after returning to the hotel and briefly meeting with Master Sun, Tang Seng successfully returned to his dishwashing area and started washing dishes. Master Sun had no reaction to Tang Seng's return. After all,
Master Sun neither likes nor hates this guy very much, and Tang Seng is still an old man in the hotel and is relatively skilled in business. Master Sun not only took him in this time, but also gave him the treatment of a normal employee, three thousand and two dollars a month.
Elder Tang settled back in his basement dormitory comfortably.
Huang Xiaobei was the only one who sighed and expressed regret that he couldn't trick the dead bald head into showing him the store. In fact, what Uncle Chen said was quite reasonable. He should hire someone to go with him, otherwise there would be nothing wrong with him on weekdays.
, the supermarket would have to close, directly delaying his boss Huang’s fortune-making career.
However, after thinking about it carefully and not knowing what kind of business he could open in this small supermarket, Huang Xiaobei put the matter behind him and started doing it by himself.
In the next few days, Huang Xiaobei and the workers introduced by Uncle Chen went to the public toilet and started the renovation plan. Huang Xiaobei also took the time to go to the Electrical Appliance City and bought a second-hand monitor and a second-hand screen.
, don’t ask, Boss Huang only wants second-hand items. According to his words, I don’t want first-hand items. They are so expensive. What’s wrong with second-hand items? Second-hand items are good items that have been tempered!
Almost four days later, with the work of decoration workers, the interior of the public toilet has been almost completed. The men's and women's toilets have all been opened, and the storage warehouse has been completed. The second-hand refrigerator and freezer Huang Xiaobei bought will arrive tomorrow, and the shelves
Everything has been put up, the floor has been replaced with an old yellow floor, and dirty white patterned wallpaper has been neatly pasted, finally giving it a bit of a supermarket look.
Huang Xiaobei dragged it carefully again, checked his phone and it was already past ten o'clock, then locked the door and ran into the Tianlong Hotel.
As soon as he entered the hotel, Huang Xiaobei saw Tang Seng sitting alone at the dining table picking up leftovers. Seeing this, the commissioner ran into the kitchen with a smile, filled a bowl of rice, sat down next to Tang Seng and said
, "You bald man, are you the last one to eat today? You can tell me that you can't eat earlier and eat what others have left."
Elder Tang rolled his eyes as he plucked the rice and said, "How come there are so many dishes and only a poor monk can wash them all by himself? Why don't I eat late? Hey, I said you are shameless. Are you still from the hotel? Why do you come to our place every day?
Food?”
Huang Xiaobei picked up a piece of Chinese cabbage with chopsticks and said, "Go, go, go, I've been sweeping the floor these past two nights. What can I do to take care of the food? How can I eat up the hotel? Besides, you're not Master Sun.
What kind of mentality do you have, go ahead and eat yours."
"You are so shameless."
After saying that, Tang Seng asked, "Hey, I forgot to ask you in the past two days, have you solved that bullshit academy thing? What are Karl and his gang doing now?"
"It's solved. After killing some traitorous principal, the world will be at peace. Carl and the others are busy rebuilding the college. Hey, you didn't see it that day. A lot of people died. Good guy, there are corpses all over the ground. The vampires are all
They are almost all dead."
"The more you die, the better. The more you die, the more peaceful the world will be." Tang Seng gave Huang Xiaobei a piece of meat, "After sweeping the floor in a while, don't rush away and help me wash some dishes, otherwise I will have to do it again tonight."
Until midnight."
"It's easy to talk about. When my supermarket opens, just keep an eye on it for me when you have time."
"You really don't suffer at all." Tang Seng rolled his eyes.
At this time, Huang Xiaobei turned his head and looked at the quiet hotel lobby, and saw that the cashier girl had fallen asleep on the table. The familiar sound of drinking and talking came from the second floor again. Huang Xiaobei suddenly asked suspiciously
He said, "Hey, are you really Tang Monk?"
Tang Seng glanced at him sideways, "What are the benefits of lying to you?"
"Then there really are gods in the sky, right?"
"Were you blind that night or something? You didn't see it."
Huang Xiaobei was speechless, "Oh no, it's just that I'm surprised. You said this old man always said there are gods in the sky, but I didn't believe it before. I never thought there was something on top of my head."
Huang Xiaobei asked curiously, "Is it the same as what was shown on TV, where there is a Jade Emperor, Buddha, etc., and many other gods in the sky?"
"Well, there are not only gods but also monsters."
Huang Xiaobei chuckled, "What is the Monkey King like? This is your disciple. Can you introduce him to me when you have time?"
Tang Seng's face sank, "There's nothing to know."
"Then are you really the second disciple of the Buddha? Did you obtain the sutra back then? What does it look like to become a Buddha? Tell us."
Did you obtain the scriptures back then...
Listening to Huang Xiaobei's unintentional words, Tang Seng's eyes dimmed and he smiled bitterly in his heart. Did he get the sutra? I got it, but unfortunately...it's not my sutra...
Seeing Tang Monk eating in silence and refusing to say a word, Huang Xiaobei didn't know what made him unhappy. Really, you have become a Buddha. What else can you be unhappy about? I came here specially today.
How about exchanging feelings with Master Sanzang? Although I still don’t believe that you are the one who is the most virtuous person but Tang Sanzang...
"Bald head, there's something you don't want to hear. In fact, I still don't think you are Tang Seng. Nothing more. You are too special. Just take a look at your usual moral character. How different is it from Tang Seng?
Well... Oh, you looked a little bit like a holy monk when you were wearing white clothes that night, but usually I can't see that you look a little bit like Tang Sanzang?"
"Maybe it's because the Tang Sanzang in your mouth has died a long time ago. Jin Chanzi is also dead. The only one alive now is a Buddhist scum named Zhantan Gongde Buddha." After saying that, Tang Monk waved his hand and said, "We will meet again in the future if we have the chance."
Let me tell you, it will not do you any good to talk to you now."
Huang Xiaobei curled his lips disdainfully, "It's quite embarrassing. By the way, do the gods in the sky always look like you?"
At this time, Tang Seng suddenly remembered something, nodded seriously and said, "Well, don't tell me, some people are really similar to me. According to you, they are hooligans."