Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Walking in the town, someone soon recognized Uncle Jiu.

"Ah! Isn't this Uncle Lin Jiuyingjiu of the Maoshan School?"

"It's really Uncle Jiu!"

"Hi Uncle Jiu!"

Some small fortune tellers were busy greeting Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu also greeted everyone with a smile.

This town is full of excitement, the crowds are bustling, all kinds of shops are open, and people are eating, drinking and having fun.

The third brother Wencai followed Uncle Jiu, excitedly looking at all kinds of gadgets on the street.

Suddenly, Uncle Jiu stopped in front of a teahouse.

"Master, let's go in and rest for a while, and drink some cheap tea, which won't cost you much." Han Feng watched Uncle Jiu rubbing his shoulders, thinking that Uncle Jiu was just recovering from a serious illness, so he followed Ah Qiang's family suffered so much, they couldn't bear it.

He knew that Uncle Jiu wanted to go in, but he was reluctant to spend money.

When Wen Cai heard this, he immediately jumped up anxiously, "It's a problem for us to eat now, how can we have spare money for tea!"

Uncle Jiu didn't pay attention to this guy, Wen Cai is so simple, even if his pocket is full, he will still cry poor.

Nodding to Han Feng, Uncle Jiu raised his legs and walked towards the teahouse.

This tea house is not big, but there are many people in it.

I saw a foreigner and a vulgar man with a big back and a big gold chain sitting on a table at the door, talking about business in full swing.

"What? 5000 yuan? My winery is worth 5000 yuan?!"

The man yelled at the foreigners at the top of his voice, "Haggle like you, be careful not to have a butthole when you give birth to a son!"

The foreigner took it easy and said with a smile, "I'm talking about business, and besides, your factory is not clean. Besides me taking over, who would dare to take it? It's up to you whether to sell it or not!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, the man immediately retorted, "Don't listen to other people's nonsense, how can there be ghosts in my factory! How can a cultural person like you who has ink in his stomach believe in ghosts in the world!"

"Believe it or not, everyone has their own conclusions about whether there is a ghost, otherwise, why would an iron cock like you be in such a hurry to sell the winery?" The foreigner looked like he was convinced of a man.

It seems that before talking to the man, he has made enough preparations.

The man took a sip of tea and spit it out, "Okay! You are cruel, you are taking advantage of the fire to rob! There are ghosts, so what, even if there are ghosts..." The man grabbed a piece of snack on the table guiltily, and swallowed it into his mouth. He muttered, "I've never been afraid at all!"

This man is a businessman and has opened several wineries in some places, but recently there was a problem with one of the wineries. I heard that it was haunted, which caused the business of the winery to plummet. Seeing that the man lost money, he was in a hurry these days. Find someone to sell the winery at a low price, but because of the haunting, it has not been smooth.

The two of them were talking, when suddenly, the man saw Uncle Jiu coming in from the door, and in order to show off in front of foreigners, the man shouted at Uncle Jiu, "Old Ninth! Old Ninth!"

Uncle Jiu ignored the other party and went straight to an empty table behind to sit down. Han Feng, Qiusheng and the others also sat down. While looking at the food and tea on the other tables, Wen Cai buckled the copper plates in his shoes with his toes. I thought that I was going to bleed again today, and my old face was drooping, and I couldn't be happy at all.

"Boss, here is a pot of Longjing."

Uncle Jiu greeted the shop owner.

Qiu Sheng immediately leaned forward, "Master, we are all here, let's order some more dim sum."

Uncle Jiu nodded, "Okay, you can order whatever you want."

Wen Cai's heart ached again, "Qiu Sheng, co-authoring this isn't for you, is it?"

Qiu Sheng glared at Wen Cai, "Look at you as a miser, that's fine! I'll take care of today's meal. Eat whatever you want, don't be so reluctant."

Compared with Wencai, Qiusheng is much more generous, at least he is not the kind of penny-pinching person.

It doesn't cost much to eat and drink. What Qiusheng values ​​more is to enjoy the moment, which he is much better than Wencai.

Seeing that Qiusheng had already spoken, Han Feng also ordered one, after all, let's satisfy his cravings when he's here.

The man next to him who was talking about business yelled a few times, but Uncle Jiu didn't agree, his hot face was put on his cold ass, and he was ridiculed by the foreigners, "I know him, you should call Uncle Jiu, right?"

Uncle Jiu is a respectful title for the other party, called Lao Jiu, the man wants to appear to have status in front of foreigners, and appear to have a close relationship with Uncle Jiu.

"Call him Uncle Nine? Hmph, don't look at me younger than him. I'm older than him. I'm just in a good mood today. Call him Uncle Nine. If I'm in a bad mood, I'll call him a dog. .”

The foreigner knew that he was talking big, so he just smiled and drank his tea with his head down.

Although the man said so, but when he thought of his haunted winery in his heart, he still licked his face and walked to Uncle Jiu's table, and sat down next to Wen Cai familiarly.

"Uncle Jiu, I have a business and I want to make a fortune with you!"

Uncle Jiu didn't bother to talk to him at all, and turned his head to look at other tables.

Wen Cai looked at the man's attire and saw that he was a big boss. He said with a smile, "Boss, do you know my master?"

The man immediately complimented him, "That must be true! Who in the Jianghu would not recognize Uncle Nine! Everyone loves him, but he will cry!"

"Haha, that's great! Boss, since you want to discuss business with my master, why don't you pay for today's tea, so that you can show your heart!"

The man immediately slapped the table, "That's a must! I'll pay for a mere meal of tea!"

Han Feng and Qiu Sheng looked at each other, then turned around and secretly smiled, Wen Cai is really good at it.

But looking at Uncle Jiu's appearance, it was obvious that he didn't want to talk to the other party, Uncle Jiu just cupped his fists indifferently, "Thank you, I don't have such a blessing."

The man didn't care, and still smiled and said, "Hey? Don't say that, Uncle Jiu, isn't my job easy for you!"

At this time, the boss sent Longjing.

Han Feng poured a cup for everyone, Uncle Jiu picked up the teacup and drank tea, the man continued, "Uncle Jiu, you can offer this price whatever you want, as long as you ask, I can afford it!"

Whoa!Good guy, with such a loud tone, Uncle Jiu didn't speak, Wen Cai was a little anxious, Qiu Sheng was also a little moved, but the master didn't speak, and they didn't dare to intervene.

Han Feng was not like Wencai and Qiusheng, anxious to earn money to take orders, but just silently holding a teacup while drinking tea while looking at this tea house, and listening to such a conversation, he always felt very familiar, like Where did I see it, I can't remember for a while.

Uncle Jiu didn't like this man. From the moment he entered the door, he felt that something was wrong with him, "I'll tell you the truth, you are full of evil spirits, even if you catch a ghost, you will have a hard time. You might as well save the money and give it to yourself." Buy a good cemetery."

"Hey?! You—" the man was stunned by Uncle Jiu, and was about to speak, when suddenly there was a shout from the door, "Missy is back!"

People in the teahouse looked up one after another.

There was even a burst of crackling firecrackers outside, as if to welcome the young lady.