My daily life in Teyvat as a demon

"Hey, guest, you're here?" As soon as he entered the Hall of Rebirth, Qing Chen saw Hu Tao lying on the table.

"Miss Guizhong is here too, please take a seat. I don't have any work today, so are you here to talk to me or to Zhongli?" Hu Tao brought a pot of tea to the two of them, a little confused.

"It's my first day after all. I'll come and sit in the Hall of Rebirth. If you need anything later, just call me. You just go about your business and don't worry about me." It is very important to make a good impression on your boss on the first day at work.

"You are a diligent person. It seems that Mr. Zhong has gone to the opera again." Hu Tao sighed, "The teahouse just sent me another bill. I am worried. Mr. Ye, can you help find some business for Wangsheng Hall?"

Ah, speaking of which, I forgot to remind Zhongli to spend less money. Never mind, he probably wouldn’t listen even if I told him.

Qingchen also sighed, "Master, how are you promoting it now?"

"Buy one, get one free. The more you buy, the more you get. There are discounts for buying more! Why don't they want to buy?" Hu Tao couldn't understand it at all.

"I say, Master, if a man's elder dies and wants to buy a coffin, why would he buy more than one?"

"Buy more for other elders or for yourself. They will come in handy sooner or later." Hu Tao said as a matter of course.

"That's the problem. Ordinary people don't dare to face, or don't want to face the future death. People hope to live forever, so why would they take the initiative to buy a coffin for themselves in advance?" Qing Chen answered slowly.

There is no doubt that Hu Tao, as the head of the Wangsheng Hall, has a very open-minded attitude towards life and death due to her profession and experience. She does not think that death is something to be frightened. She respects death but is not afraid of it, so she also makes it sound light in her sales promotion. But death has always been a heavy thing.

"This is the inner self avoiding death." Hu Tao was just joking with Qing Chen, but now Qing Chen seemed to be discussing this matter with her seriously, and she also wanted to hear what he would say.

"It's just escaping." Qing Chen nodded, "The body can't escape death, so it's escaping in the heart."

“But only by realizing death can people understand the value of life.”

"Don't they understand death? The only problem may be that mortals may not respect death, but only fear it, but the two are not contradictory." Qing Chen smiled, "So, I think that making people not afraid of death is not what our Wangsheng Hall should do. Let people learn to respect death and live every day while they are still alive is what we should do."

Walnut opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopping herself, not knowing what to say, and fell into deep thought.

"But it's easier said than done. Your sales method may not be wrong. After all, it does make people face death. People must face it first before they can try to respect it."

In fact, Qingchen didn't say anything, but just slightly changed Hu Tao's way of thinking. Hu Tao could quickly think of these ideas by herself.

In general, facing death and avoiding death are not contradictory. Isn’t fear of death a process of facing death? As long as you realize that death will eventually come, you are facing death.

"It sounds complicated, but you didn't actually come up with any useful solutions. You're trying to divert attention." Gui Zhong listened for a long time and then ruthlessly criticized him.

"Ahem!" Qingchen was a little embarrassed. Hutao now reacted and looked at Qingchen with a half-smile.

"Well, what I mean is that we should change the marketing plan based on this idea." Qingchen said righteously, "I am wholeheartedly considering our Wangsheng Hall!"

"Let's take it as it is, so Keqing, do you have any suggestions?"

"So, the key point is that we need to make people accept our funeral plan instead of accepting death!"

"Oh?" Walnut felt something was interesting, and her eyes lit up. "What do you mean?"

"There are many kinds of funerals, such as cremation, water burial, hanging coffin burial, etc. There are also happy funerals, mourning funerals, and mourning funerals. We can promote the funeral process, how our Wangsheng Hall will conduct different funerals, and what the eulogy will be like!" Qingchen took another sip of water. "Also, we can ask the people who have held funerals for us to write a review, which can also be promoted."

"Sure, Keqing," Hu Tao thought more and more that it was feasible and became excited. "I'll arrange for someone to design a plan right away!"

"By the way, your ideas about life and death are very interesting. Give them a lecture in the afternoon. This is also the job of a guest official." Hu Tao gave the task.

"No problem." Qingchen nodded.

Hu Tao left with satisfaction. Zhongli, that old antique, would only say every day: "Just follow the hall master's ideas." Humph, he must be criticized today to increase his weekly workload!

"So, are you still writing books?" Gui Zhong leaned over the table and poked Qing Chen's face.

"Write, why not?" Qingchen grabbed Guizhong's little hand and squeezed it. "I want to write a collection of short stories about life and death. It's also about life and death. I believe that people who read this book will cherish their lives. Besides, it won't affect my work."

"There is also music. When the book is released, play some sad songs. In this way, the music will attract people to pay attention to the book, and the content of the book and the music will make people think of life and death. At this time, Master Hu can introduce his funeral plan." Gui Zhong reminded. Although the style of the painting may be a little weird, it should be a win-win situation, selling books and promoting business.

Well, it should be okay to promote funeral business while selling books, right?

"Yes, that's right. Guizhong is so smart. I love you so much." Qingchen gave Guizhong a kiss, then hugged the shy Guizhong and turned around.

"Okay, okay, put me down, or we'll be seen." Gui Zhong patted Qing Chen's shoulder.

"Okay." Qingchen carried Guizhong back to his seat.

"By the way, Qingchen, you must be happy to help Hall Master Hu make money, right?" After sitting firmly, Gui Zhong said casually.

"Oh, yes, it's good. The Wangsheng Hall makes money and I get a high salary too." Qing Chen hadn't realized the danger yet.

"Master Hu has nice legs, right?"

"Good~ look... uh, well." Qing Chen realized that this was a trap and shuddered all over.

"I think it looks good too." Gui Zhong said with a wry smile.

Why did she suddenly change her expression... Qingchen secretly groaned. Sometimes girls' moods are just like the weather in June, changing at any time. However, this time it seems to be his own responsibility.

"Forget it, Hu Tao is a good kid. I believe you know your limits. I'm going to go write a song first."

Gui Zhong was jealous, but Qing Chen couldn't say anything. After all, the character he had practiced the most in his previous life was Hu Tao, so his liking for this character could definitely be ranked among the top few, so he still cared about her. Gui Zhong saw Qing Chen's concern, and although he could accept it, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, don't think too much about it, just let everything take its course." Qingchen decided to think of some sad stories to divert his attention and started writing a book.

Qingchen thought of a few stories and wrote a brief introduction. After deciding on the direction, he temporarily put down the pen and started to lecture the ceremonial attendant.

Although it was called a lecture, Hu Tao actually just asked him to introduce his views on life and death. Qing Chen also gave some additional knowledge on Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, after all, that was his strength.

After a busy day, it was soon evening.

"Hey Keqing, you can go now." Hu Tao came back with a smile on her face, pulling Zhongli, who looked not so happy, back.

"Oh, thank you so much today. I have a feeling that our Wangsheng Hall will prosper!" In fact, Hu Tao came back once during this period. Qing Chen took that opportunity to tell Hu Tao about his ideas for the song and the book. Hu Tao was overjoyed and simply let Gui Zhong become the music consultant. Don't ask where this job came from. It was just that Hu Tao came up with it.

"Greetings, Hall Master." Qingchen and Guizhong said goodbye to Hu Tao, "I won't come tomorrow. Call me if you need anything."

"And Brother Zhongli, goodbye." Qingchen waved to Zhongli, "Remember to work hard~"

Zhongli felt a little depressed. He was drinking tea just fine when Hu Tao suddenly called him away and scolded him. He couldn't do anything about Hu Tao, and after being scolded, Hu Tao even gave him more work. It was all because of Qing Chen!

Zhongli stared at Qingchen with a somewhat resentful look in his eyes. Qingchen didn't care, but Gui Zhong saw the resentment in Zhongli's eyes and glared back at him.

Qingchen told her that this Zhongli is Morax. Humph, you are still blaming Qingchen. I thought you were working diligently for Liyue, but I didn’t expect you were here to slack off. Qingchen is not idle at all, so how can you be idle?

Thinking that Qingchen had no time to accompany him this afternoon, Guizhong glared at Zhongli again.

Zhongli sighed and thought, never mind, why should he bother with them? The couple are of one mind, and now they have won over the hall master. Life will be difficult for them.

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"If I had never seen you,

Will I not be sad today?

If I hadn't pursued you,

Will I not feel torn apart today?

The stars have seen my tears every night,

The sun has seen my pale face,

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I will never see it again~"

Qingchen was humming a new song he had come up with. It was a very sad song based on the story of a pair of lovers who were separated by death. However, it was only a rough draft and the lyrics still needed some polishing.

"Did you make this up for your story?" Gui Zhong looked at Qing Chen, "The melody is as sad as ever."

Qingchen nodded, "Regret is touching, I must make everyone who reads this book cry!"

"Really? But don't write it too harshly, or I'll cry in front of you." Gui Zhong threatened. It was obvious that Qing Chen wanted to write a tragic story, and he would definitely cry if he read it. (╥w╥`)

"I'll try my best." Qing Chen didn't promise, "But it doesn't matter, I will comfort you even if you cry."

"Hmph, we'll see how you perform then~" Gui Zhong skipped ahead, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on her body, making her look like an angel, "Now, I want to eat dinner, go make it for me!"

"Yes, sir!" Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and saluted, "I promise to complete the task!"

"Hehe~" The silver bell-like laughter echoed in the streets of Liyue.