I'll settle this grudge with you for a hundred years

I don't know what happened recently, but the business of Lai Fu Restaurant has been declining.

As soon as Liu Yiyang was swatting the fly, Qian Ruirui was still fiddling with her lead, even when she was closing a position, she was dozing off with her chin propped up by one hand.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoping felt a nameless fire burning in her heart, but she couldn't find an outlet to vent her anger.

Just then Qian Fulai ran back panting, cursing.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoping poured Qian Fulai a glass of water; What's wrong? Who offended you?

I finished a glass of water in one breath and said angrily; the restaurants in the nearby streets all discussed inviting storytellers to tell stories in the lobby. With the storyteller sitting there, more people came to listen to the stories and have fun, so the business naturally became prosperous. The most hateful thing is that they didn't even notify me. In the past, everyone who ran a restaurant would advance and retreat together, but this time they didn't bring me with them. It was really hateful.

He slapped the table with his hand.

Yang Xiaoping patted Qian Fulai on the chest to calm him down; since they are the ones who are inviting us, why don't we also invite them? They don't want to deal with us, and we don't bother to pay attention to them.

Qian Fulai said angrily, "Yes, we will invite them too. Invite two, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. We want to grab all the business."

Then he called Liang Pingcang and went out to find the storyteller.

Qian Ruirui leaned close to Liu Yiyang's ear and said, "Do you think this storyteller is really that amazing? He can fill those hotels and inns with just a few sentences."

Liu Yiyang touched his chin and said, "Storytelling actually first appeared in the Tang Dynasty, but it did not rise at that time. It was not until the Song Dynasty that it became really popular. At that time, it was called Pingshu, and in Hong Kong Island, it was also called Jiangu. It is an ancient Chinese traditional oral storytelling performance form.

Qian Ruirui felt incredible after hearing this: "I feel like you are very educated and know everything. You are not the Wenquxing mentioned in the book, are you?"

Liu Yiyang burst out laughing; I am not a literary star. I just like to read some classics and learn a lot from them.

Qian Ruirui looked at Liu Yiyang with admiration; Anyway, I just think you are amazing. You even know the secret recipe for having a baby... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm...

Qian Ruirui's unrestrained barrage of words almost frightened Liu Yiyang to death, and he quickly covered Qian Ruirui's mouth to let her continue. If Yang Xiaoping knew that he showed Qian Ruirui Japanese action movies, he would be dead or skinned.

Liu Yiyang whispered, "It's a secret recipe, how can you say it out loud? If the bad guys knew about it, how would Teacher Shangsan behave? Where would she put her face?"

Seeing Qian Ruirui nodding continuously, Liu Yiyang finally let go of her hand.

As soon as I let go of her hand, Qian Ruirui ignored it; I think Teacher Shangsan is quite respectable.

Liu Yiyang suddenly felt a chill on his back and quickly gestured to Qian Ruirui to keep quiet.

Yang Xiaoping, who was not far away, saw the two young people chatting happily. She also heard something about Shangsan and teacher, and ran over curiously and asked, "What are you talking about?" I just seemed to hear Ruirui say teacher, Yiyang, your teacher is Shangsan? What a strange name.

Liu Yi Yang answered with gritted teeth: Um, this, I guess so.

Liu Yiyang seems to be right. Shang San is indeed his teacher, and he is also his enlightenment teacher. It’s just that the word “teacher” should be put in quotation marks.

Liu Yi Yang was extremely embarrassed. If there was a crack in the ground, he would definitely crawl into it.

Qian Ruirui next to her almost got a stitch in her side laughing so hard.

Yang Xiaoping turned around and looked at Qian Ruirui and scolded: How could Yi Yang's teacher let you make fun of him like this? You should learn to respect your teachers. This is very rude of you, don't you understand?

Qian Ruirui laughed so hard that tears almost came out, and waved her hands and said, "Mom, I know I was wrong. I won't do it again next time."

After saying that, he ran straight to the backyard, and soon more unbridled laughter was heard from the backyard.

Yang Xiaoping's face was full of black lines; Yi Yang, this girl has been spoiled by us, she is ignorant, don't take it to heart.

How come Liu Yiyang doesn't understand what Qian Ruirui is laughing at? "Auntie, it's okay. I don't mind."

Just when Yang Xiaoping wanted to chat with Liu Yiyang about something else, Qian Fulai walked in with a storyteller.

The storyteller looked around the Lai Fu Restaurant and stroked his beard, saying, "This place is quite spacious. Boss Qian, I want to set up a table in the middle like the Yunlai Inn on North Street, with a wake-up block and a folding fan on the table, and a cup of tea. I want Longjing tea. Finally, I want two dollars a day for my wages, and I will pay it when I finish work. Boss Qian, can you meet these conditions? I can't do without any of them. There are many restaurants outside who want to invite me. It is because you are the boss of Liangpingcang that I give you this face and give priority to your restaurant.

Qian Fulai still felt bad for paying two dollars a day. But there was nothing he could do. There were storytellers in other places. Storytellers were in great demand nowadays. You might not be able to find one even if you wanted to. But I heard that Liang Pingcang knew a gentleman who usually wrote letters for people on the roadside. He was a cultured person. So he introduced him to Qian Fulai. When Qian Fulai talked to this gentleman, he would occasionally mix in a few sentences of classical Chinese, which made Qian Fulai feel that this gentleman was quite capable.

Qian Fulai wanted to lower the price. "Mr. Gu, look at this. Two dollars is a bit high, how about one and a half dollars? I'll give you food and lodging for one and a half dollars."

The gentleman's surname was Gu, and everyone called him the lonely old man. He was just a stinky old man who had attended a private school for a few days. He knew a few words and was good at writing. He also liked to pretend to be cultured. In fact, sometimes he could barely afford to eat. Seeing that Qian Fulai looked like a sucker, he simply fooled him.

At this time, Old Man Gu really regarded himself as a master storyteller and said seriously: Since Boss Qian is so insincere, Gu has no choice but to leave.

After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave Fu Lai Restaurant.

Qian Fulai suddenly became anxious and quickly grabbed Old Man Gu's hand and said, "Two dollars, just two dollars."

Old man Gu was delighted. It worked. Then he pretended to be serious and said, "Okay, for the sake of closing the position, I will go back and prepare to come early tomorrow morning."

Qian Fulai was finally relieved to see that Old Man Gu was willing to stay, and he flattered him, "Okay, okay, Mr. Gu, take care."

Old Man Gu stroked his beard, put his hands behind his back and walked out of Lai Fu Restaurant with a proud look on his face.

As soon as Old Man Gu left, Yang Xiaoping ran over with a face full of resentment and said, "Qian Fulai, you want to die. Two dollars, do you really think money comes from the wind?"

Qian Fulai retorted: What else can you do? It’s so hard to find a storyteller nowadays, why don’t you go find a cheaper one.

Yang Xiaoping was speechless and couldn't find any reason to refute.

Qian Fulai added: Now that we have a storyteller, why should we worry about having no business?

Yang Xiaoping had no choice but to say nothing more.

The next morning, as soon as I opened the door of the shop, I saw Qian Fulai holding a gong and banging it loudly. "Come, come and take a look. We have also invited a storyteller to our restaurant. Everyone is welcome."

Passersby also went into Lai Fu Restaurant to see what kind of joy this storyteller could bring to everyone.

After a while, Old Man Gu also came to Lai Fu Restaurant.

Qian Fulai respectfully gestured to Old Man Gu to invite him in.

Old Man Gu came to the table that had been set up in advance, took a sip of Longjing tea, smacked his lips, and said, "Not bad, not bad, it's good tea."

So he sat on the chair, coughed lightly, then took out a copy of Journey to the West from his pocket and started reading.

Everyone was stunned, and they were discussing whether this was reading or storytelling. Mr. Qian dared to invite such a person, which was an insult to storytelling.

The guests all started talking to each other.

Qian Fulai saw that something was wrong and immediately broke out in a sweat. He was thinking about how to smooth things over when the audience started cursing, "Get out of here, get out of here, you're not a storyteller, you're a liar. Don't come here anymore."

Qian Fulai and Yang Xiaoping were so anxious that they didn't know what to do.

Qian Ruirui whispered to Liu Yiyang at this time: Yiyang, what should we do now? If this goes on, our store may be smashed.

Liu Yi Yang replied; I can only try.

So he walked up to Qian Fulai and said, "Uncle, I think I'm pretty good at storytelling, let me try."