"Boss God? What do you mean?" Xu Lang was puzzled.
"What will you do if the alien race opens the border?" Tianmiao asked with a smile.
"Of course I'm trying to defend my home to the death!" Xu Lang blurted out without thinking.
"That's it." Tian Miao still smiled, "I think you are very cute when I have been with you during this period. So, just treat it as a gift I give you."
Xu Lang was a little confused when he heard this. He always felt that Boss Tian’s words meant, but he was not sure what it was.
Xu Lang has no energy to think about this issue for the time being, because Xiangyang City is bustling. The martial arts conference is about to be held, and the selection of the martial arts leader is the top priority.
During this period, there were more people in the martial arts world in Xiangyang City, so naturally there were more disputes.
And Tianmiao asked someone to change the signboard.
A glass of wine with a hundred golds.
Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu stood under the sign and looked at them for a long time. Then they looked at Tianmiao in a complicated mood.
"God, why is it cheaper now?" Xu Lang couldn't help asking. Can you refund the difference?
"Small profits but quick turnover." Tian Miao smiled, "With the number of people, make more money. Of course, there is no room for people in the tavern. The preferential treatment for you to become a member first is there."
OK. After hearing what Tianmiao added later, Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu finally felt balanced.
Because the price has dropped a lot, the tavern business has become better, and many customers come every day.
However, no one dared to cause trouble in this tavern in Tianmiao.
The inns in Xiangyang City are almost full.
On this day, extremely special guests came to the tavern.
He was dressed up and was obviously from Mongolia. The leader was a young man with a cold face and a sharp aura.
As soon as this group of people came in, they attracted everyone's attention.
At this time of the martial arts conference, what did the aliens do? For a moment, everyone's thoughts were different, but the same thing was that everyone was full of caution towards these Mongolians.
"Boss, serve wine." The young man in the lead took out a few silver notes and slapped them on the table, then turned around and told his men to go down to buy braised vegetables opposite him. Obviously, he knew the business model of the tavern.
Konghou soon came to drink and took away the silver notes.
Tianmiao stood at the counter, plucking the abacus boredly. He didn't even look at the group of people who had just come in and sit down.
The leading man stood up, walked to Tianmiao, and knocked on the counter desktop.
"Boss, I heard that you can live here after you have paid enough money." The young man's tone was not asking, but a statement.
"That was before. It's not now." Tian Miao said lightly without looking up.
"We can squeeze, or we can give those in front of us a higher price and let them give us the house." The young man continued without giving up.
"I can't squeeze it down. No one will give it to you." Tianmiao still didn't look up and continued to make a decision.
The young man frowned slightly. The boss's attitude was always so bad. Although he was in a bad mood, he did not have an attack. His men couldn't help but stand up, their eyes were full of fierceness, and they were about to walk over here.
While these people were standing up, several of the people sitting in the tavern stood up and looked at them with even more fierce eyes, pressing their hands on the hilt of the sword. These people are all Jianghu.
The influential figures above, the passionate prodigal son Xu Lang, the young master of Yu Di, Shen Hanshu, the leader of the Demon Sect, Sheng Yulin, and the genius of the Tang Sect, Tang Fengyue. Tang Fengyue even took out a crossbow and pointed it at the young man.
The young man took two steps back, turned to look at his subordinates, and scolded, "Sit down!"