The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 24 Zhongli's Wallet

When the song ended, the audience was silent at first, as if they were still immersed in Yun Jin's wonderful and moving opera, and then there was warm applause and cheers.

Many tea drinkers and spectators called the waiters and spent a fortune just to give Mr. Yun a compliment. Of course, there were also people who first said that they had no shortage of Mora, and then acted modestly and politely, saying that they had ordered a table of good dishes at the Liuli Pavilion, but had no one to share with, and wondered if Mr. Yun was free.

The servants responded one by one. If the guest wanted to leave a message, they would bring paper and pen and write down the compliments. They would also ask the guest kindly what signature he wanted to leave, and whether he wanted to write it himself or have him do it for him.

The handwriting of the waiter at Heyu Teahouse is quite good, at an upper-middle level. Unless the customers are confident that they can write better, they will smile and ask the waiter to write for them, ponder for a few seconds, and then leave a nickname or real name.

If the servant met someone who invited Mr. Yun to meet him, he would refuse gently, saying that Mr. Yun was obsessed with opera and was either thinking about new plays or reading ancient books, and he really had no time.

Generally, most of the invited guests would express their understanding at this time, but there were also a few who were dissatisfied and angry. The servant would apologize again and again, and tactfully point out that Lord Tianquan also had investments in Yunhan Society and liked Mr. Yun's opera very much.

Chen Tianfeng found it very interesting. The tea was interesting, the play was interesting, and the people were interesting too.

The original world does not have these details in the game. Heyu Teahouse is a tiny place the size of a sesame seed, with three or two NPCs sitting there, repeating a few fixed lines. It is nowhere near the grandeur of the real Heyu Teahouse.

But it would be nice if the cost wasn't so high.

Chen Tianfeng smiled and looked at the servant who came to his side. He was as steady as a rock and remained unmoved. He had no intention of paying another sum of Mora.

Naive, the seat fee in the teahouse is already expensive enough, don't even think about taking another moola out of his pocket!
The servant blinked, bowed slightly to Chen Tianfeng as if it was nothing strange, and took the initiative to look away.

It's not like he hasn't seen poor customers before. Sometimes when Mr. Yun was on stage, there were customers who stopped outside the teahouse to listen. It was just a little strange that this customer, who was obviously reluctant to leave Mora, had booked such a good seat.

"Mr. Zhongli."

The servant turned and saluted Zhongli, obviously recognizing this frequent guest. "Mr. Yun asked me to say hello to you. I was wondering if you were satisfied with today's play. Mr. Yun has accumulated a lot of questions recently. I thought I would ask you some questions when you are free."

"I am very satisfied. Today's play, both the singing and the lyrics are top-notch, with a great artistic conception. It is a rare work."

Zhongli's tone was as gentle as always: "As for when I will be free... please tell Mr. Yun that there are many things to do in Wangsheng Hall these days, and I am afraid I will not have time until next month. Also, Mr. Yun and I are discussing with each other and we have gained something. It can't be called 'instruction' at all."

"I've made a note of it."

"Good work."

Zhongli raised his hand naturally, and then stopped naturally. Finally, he turned his gaze to Chen Tianfeng naturally and smoothly: "I was in a hurry to go out today. Can you give me some more Mora?"

Chen Tianfeng: “…”

You wouldn't bring Mora with you if you weren't in a hurry, right? No, you don't have Mora at all!

Don’t people in the Wangsheng Hall pay wages?!

Chen Tianfeng's mind was full of thoughts, but he still smiled and nodded gently: "Of course, I'd be happy to do so."

So the purse became lighter.

——If you travel with Zhongli, you must be prepared to become his wallet.

At this moment, Chen Tianfeng suddenly envied [Young Master] Tartaglia. He was the last executive officer of the Winter Fatui and one of Zhongli's future wallets. He had the support of the Northland Bank, and it was not his own money that he spent, so he did not need to feel bad.

Chen Tianfeng watched the servant leave, then looked down at his empty purse and suddenly felt that his money might not last until nightfall.

Being with Mr. Zhongli is safe, but it's too expensive.

He sighed silently, thinking that this was the embodiment of the Rock King Emperor's [fairness], and it was also in line with the truth that "everything has a price." "Chen Tianfeng?"

Just then, a figure came to the tea table, knocked on the table, and looked down at him.

Chen Tianfeng raised his head and his eyes looked over the towering mountains. Only then could he see the delicate and beautiful, yet inexplicably dangerous face of the person coming.

It's Yelan.

···Is this not going to be performed anymore?

Or do you intend to use the real body as a vest and stage a "Lan You told me about you" scene?

"You are?"

Chen Tianfeng pretended to be confused, while Zhongli beside him drank a sip of tea and watched the show quietly.

"Someone wants to see you. Come with me."

Ye Lan folded her arms and spoke in a cold tone.

Chen Tianfeng politely looked away. Given his position and perspective, it would be impolite if he didn't look away. He was worried that Ye Lan would force him to know what politeness was after he discovered this.

"Ma'am, please allow me to refuse."

Chen Tianfeng stood up and distanced himself from me, his expression serious. “First of all, I don’t know you, and I don’t know the person who asked you to invite me. Secondly, the way you invited people, ma’am, makes me worry that something bad will happen to me after I leave with you.”

Ye Lan had no intention of introducing herself or explaining the reason. She tossed the dice and raised the corners of her lips: "Brother Chen, do you want to play an interesting game with me?"

She used Lanyou's voice.

"···"

I see, you really don't want to act anymore... Or maybe you're just expressing your sincerity... Chen Tianfeng hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly looked at Zhongli who was leisurely drinking tea and watching the show: "Mr. Zhongli, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Please say."

Zhongli put down his teacup.

"For some reasons that are inconvenient to explain, I need to meet the mysterious person who is waiting for me as this lady said." Chen Tianfeng said with a heavy expression: "If I don't come back tomorrow, it means that I have met with an accident. Please help report it to the police, Mr. Zhongli, and save me."

Zhongli stood up and saluted, whether intentionally or unintentionally: "Don't worry, my friend, I will wait for you in the Hall of Rebirth."

"...Thank you, Mr. Zhongli."

Chen Tianfeng thought that Zhongli's words were unintentional, and continued to stare at him with an "implicit" earnest look, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Obviously, he hoped that Zhongli would take the initiative to ask for the idea of ​​accompanying him.

However, Zhongli remained unmoved, as if he didn't notice Chen Tianfeng's expectations.

Fine, if you don't want to come, then don't come. I'm almost out of money... Chen Tianfeng pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Ye Lan: "Madam, can you tell me the meeting place?"

Ye Lan put away the dice, glanced at Zhongli, and gave the answer with a flash of eyes: "In Liuli Pavilion, someone wants to discuss a big business with you. Don't worry, there is no danger."

(End of this chapter)