A piece of paper

Lin Dalang's face froze. He looked at the pink hard card in Fang Shusheng's hand, and then at his calm face.

He felt like someone had a big bubble on his face.

"Why do you have this card?" Lin Dalang was horrified.

At this moment, Fang Shusheng seemed to be possessed by the Greek god who was in charge of showing off.

I saw that he was self-taught and it was infuriating - Feng Qingyun said: "On the first day Xuan's opened, I went in and bought half a knife of paper. Brother Qi gave it to me when it was delivered to my door. He said that shopkeeper He was very good. Thank you for your love. Yesterday, I was invited to taste the freshly made lotus tea—tsk, I haven’t finished my homework and I really don’t have time!”

Brother Qi?

Shopkeeper He?
Lotus tea?
Lin Dalang's mouth twitched.

Just now, his face was not only bruised and bruised, but also bruised and bruised. It was dirty, yellow, smelly, and hot.

Classmates swarmed up and asked Shusheng Fang: "It is said that Shopkeeper He is a very beautiful girl! Have you seen her!?"

"I heard that Master Qiao often goes to Xuan to drink tea and write, but is it true!? Are his legs and feet okay?"

"They say 'feng', 'elegance' and 'song' have three houses, and the paper inside is more expensive than the other!"

Fang Shusheng was instantly surrounded.

Just like his background - even if he has an uncle who is a high-ranking official in any party, he is not an outstanding person in the capital city. In addition, he himself is a boring gourd who can't speak a few words, and he is not very smart. So far, not even a scholar has joined.
This is the first time he has received such intense attention.

Well, it was also the first time that he consciously pretended to be cool.

It's a bit cool. What's going on?

Scholar Fang's face instantly turned red from his chin to the tips of his ears. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Lin Dalang's unexplained words.

"Since your card can go up to the second floor! Then take us up and have a look!" Lin Dalang raised his head and glanced down with a very arrogant attitude.

Fang Shusheng's words swirled in his throat.

It’s a bit hard to tell.

Although the lacquer manager said when he gave him the card, he could take his family and friends to the second floor for tea tasting.

but.

Fang Shusheng glanced one by one from the more than twenty pairs of eyes that glowed darkly like hungry wolves in the darkness.
There are more than twenty people!
It is said that the tea served by "Xuan" was priced at one tael of tea and ten taels of silver, and the pastries served on the table were all "Xingrongji". It was hot that day. He took so many people to the second floor. Did he go shopping or to enjoy the autumn breeze? !
The most important thing is - he only bought more than 40 taels of half-knife paper from "Xuan"!
How can he be so thick-skinned?

Scholar Fang moved his lips like a drowning fish - the pussy he had just pretended to be was about to be slapped in the face so soon! ?
Lin Dalang keenly saw through Fang Shusheng's hesitation and embarrassment, and laughed clearly: "Let's go?"

Fang Shusheng buried his head and did not respond. Seeing Lin Dalang pressing harder and harder, he thought about it in a panic, finally raised his head, and said in a desperate and desperate tone: "Then let's go!"

Lin Dalang stood tall with his hands on his waist, looked around, and chuckled: This guy has a few taels of vinegar in his bottle, and he still knows it. With the little foundation of the Fang family, how could he possibly get a small hard card of "Xuan"!
A group of people came to "Xuan". Through the screen wall, you can already see people drinking tea and waiting in the courtyard.

Lin Dalang glanced at Shusheng Fang with a half-smile, and said, "Come up!"

Scholar Fang stepped onto the stairs, looked back at the crowd of classmates, and entered the inner hall all the way. Butler Qi, whom he had met once before, was writing behind the counter. He opened his mouth, not sure whether Manager Qi still remembered him. , and not even sure how useful the light pink hard card in his hand is.

Scholar Fang’s voice was like a gnat: “Qiqi.”

Qi Qiqi raised her head, walked around the counter in the next moment, and came over with her hands in hand, with a sincere smile and friendly eyes: "Fang Langjun!"

Fang Shusheng's back straightened a little.

Lin Dalang's face darkened.

Fang Shusheng took out the card with dark patterns and a bright red seal from his sleeve pocket, stretched it out to Qiqiqi, and tried not to stutter: "Last time, you said that with this card, we can go to the Second World I'll go around the building and return it. You can also bring a few relatives and friends with you."

several
Scholar Fang was embarrassed to say it
Is twenty-some also called a few?
Qiqiqi didn't move his eyes, didn't look behind Shusheng Fang at all, turned sideways to make way for him, smiled and led the way from the left front: "If you are willing to come, it will be 'Xuan' Pengpi Shenghui! I explained it to you last time It’s Coral. She’s off today. If you don’t mind, Mrs. Zhong, the third-level manager of our store, will receive you on the second floor. How about that?”

Do the waiters who serve you have to be fixed?
Da Qiu Feng who was following behind, oh no, the classmates who were following behind looked at each other.

Some curious people craned their necks and asked tentatively: "Is every customer here being served by the waiter from the original store?"

Qiqiqi's attitude was mild: "Our store adheres to the first-responsibility system. If the customer specifies that he wants to change, he will change the person. The original person who served him will be deducted accordingly."

Qiqiqi's eyes were serious, she pursed her lips and smiled, hiding her wretched temperament very well: "Also, our store is not called a waiter, but a waiter or a waiter. The people on the second floor are the stewards, and Mrs. Zhong is entertaining everyone today. He is the highest-ranking steward in our Xuan."

Lin Dalang remembered that the last time he came to drink tea in the courtyard for a long time, he waited until the red velvet thread at the door was put down. The person who came to put down the thread was the "lacquer steward" in the mouth of those beautiful girls in pink and white plain satin. Look at those From the girl's expression, this lacquer manager's position must be quite high, right? !

"She is a third-level manager, what level are you at?" Lin Dalang raised his head with obvious arrogance.

Qi Qiqi led everyone through the courtyard and stopped in front of a spacious and bright outer staircase. Then she turned around and smiled at Lin Dalang: "I'm not talented, I'm just a second-level steward."

Lin Dalang sneered: "Why do you want a woman to ride on your head?"

Qiqiqi:? He really wanted to let Mrs. Zhong ride on her, but she wouldn't do it!
Qi Qiqi was a little unhappy. She turned around and gently clicked the mahogany door in front of the outer staircase. When she turned around again, she returned to her smiling look and said, "This husband is careful about his words. The boss of our 'Xuan' store is also a girl. I have made tribute papers, met with saints, and as an imperial merchant, I went to Fujian with the eldest princess to fight against the Japanese. What happened to the girl? You can just say this here. If word spreads, there will be too many people in the capital city, and I am afraid that in the future There are many things you can’t do well.”

His words were soft, but Lin Dalang was inexplicably angry!
Who do you think you are?
Just a little reptile from a small businessman's house!

Business people are like dogs in front of their nobles! You are nothing but a dog raised by a dog!
I also took the courage of a leopard and dared to teach him a lesson! ?

Go to hell!
Lin Dalang was furious!

(End of this chapter)