Let Go Of That Primordial Man

In the blink of an eye, it was already the thirteenth day since the teahouse opened.

At the teahouse that day, at exactly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Mr. Niu turned off the radio player on time.

When the crisp voice of the host Xiaoya suddenly stopped in the speakers, the guests inside and outside the teahouse knew that this was the end of the teahouse's business today.

Even in their hearts, there is still a lot of reluctance.

However, after more than ten days in a row, they also knew that there was nothing they could do about it. Who knew that this magic weapon called broadcast could only be used for so long every day.

Although there are some powerful real people with heads and faces, it is difficult to say anything more about this.

After all, what if, due to my own insistence, I overuse this magic weapon, causing everyone to never hear such a touching story again.

Even if they ask themselves that their cultivation is good, they will never be able to bear this serious consequence.

Who knows that inside and outside the teahouse, the gods who have been hanging around here for a long time will do something impulsively because of the sudden end of this wonderful story...

Just like a few days ago, when a group of veterans were cleaning the venue.

Mr. Niu, who had long been dead from exhaustion, sat on a stone in the center of the field; from time to time he wiped sweat with a dirty towel on his shoulders.

At the same time, he lit a cigarette and quietly enjoyed the rare leisure.

But at this moment, the old guy Shang Tuo came over with a solemn look on his face and spoke to Mr. Niu sitting on the ground:

You Ming, there is still a table of guests who refuse to leave. They said they want to talk to you about something. From their demeanor, they seem to be looking for trouble.

After taking a heavy puff of the cigarette, Mr. Niu casually popped the butt of the cigarette far away.

At this time, he followed Shang Tuo's footsteps and walked towards the table of guests; Master Niu's right eyelid had been beating violently since the morning.

In this regard, Mr. Niu has long been mentally prepared for something unexpected to happen today.

Unexpectedly, I spent the whole day smoothly, but when it was time to close the door, something still came to my door, and I couldn't escape it.

In any case, Mr. Niu plans to figure out the situation first before deciding how to respond.

There were as many as ten guests at that table, all of them strong and muscular men; Mr. Niu just glanced at them and judged how these people were dressed.

From the casual behavior of the crowd, it can be inferred that the leader is a middle-aged real person.

In addition, even the other nine gods are big and round, and they look very capable and capable of fighting; it is estimated that any one of them can beat several veterans of the Zixiao sect.

As soon as he stepped into the pavilion, Mr. Niu said with a haha: I'm in the underworld, I don't know what kind of care you have for me.

While talking, Mr. Niu took out a pack of Xiaojuhua cigarettes and spread them around the pavilion.

These people didn't say anything after taking the cigarettes. Instead, they activated the real energy in their bodies, raised a ball of flame on their fingertips, and lit the cigarettes in their mouths with unusual skill.

Looking at this posture, the teahouse has cigarettes that have just been launched less than half a month ago, and they have smoked them frequently...

The real person at the head of the crowd smoked half of the cigarettes in his mouth, and then he made a series of sounds on the tea table with his fingers.

There was something sinister in this guy's mouth as he slowly said:

Take care, how can we say that we can take care of you, Netherworld Boss! We still need Netherworld Boss, you can take care of us.

I think the business in Boss Youming's teahouse is so good that he seems to be too busy to survive. We have hundreds of disciples in Black Tiger Sect. How about we come and help, and then share the profits 73%?

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Niu was fine.

But behind him, the old man Shang Tuo's eyes suddenly turned red, and he shouted angrily: What a big tone, why did you take away 30% of our profits?

After hearing this, the real person who claimed to be Black Humen answered extremely sincerely:

Where! I think this person has misunderstood what we mean. What we mean is that we need to take away 70% of the profit, and the remaining 30% is yours.

At that time, that old man Shang Tuo was so angry that he started to tremble all over. If he hadn't really been unable to defeat the opponent, he would have rushed forward...

But for Mr. Niu, the matter in front of him was nothing at all.

In other words, the current situation has been within his expectation; it is obvious that the weak third-rate sect Zixiao Sect suddenly has such a cash cow.

He was just like a three-year-old child, strutting through the market with a gold ingot in his arms.

I don't know how many people would peep and make a fuss about this; Mr. Niu had already expected that someone would jump out to find trouble, hoping to get a big share of the pie.

The only thing I didn't expect was that a group of such weaklings jumped out.

Compared with Mr. Niu, in modern movies and TV series, those who come to collect sanitation fees and other fees, those popular brothers; the appearance of these goods in front of you is really not up to the grade.

Therefore, Master Niu not only did not feel the slightest bit angry at the other party's arrogance.

Instead, he asked with a playful look: This real person from Black Tiger Gate, does that mean there is no room for negotiation at all?

Of course, there is no need to discuss it. The real person replied firmly.

Even though the calm expression of the boy named You Ming in front of him was a bit beyond his expectation, it also made him feel a little uneasy in his heart.

However, the huge interests involved in the teahouse and the strength of the Zixiao Sect are not worth mentioning at all.

It also made him swallow this huge benefit no matter what. When he thought of this, he finally stood up from his seat.

He said: Don't say that our Black Tiger Sect is unreasonable. We will give you, Boss Netherworld, three days to think about it. After three days, hundreds of our disciples will come over to help.

If we don't get a satisfactory answer, don't even think about opening this teahouse.

After saying that, this guy took the other nine godly men who acted as thugs and left the pavilion.

By this time, all the veterans had gathered around because they sensed that something was wrong here; and then a scene like a third-rate plot in a movie happened.

I saw the thugs pushing these old guys away with arrogance and escorting the real person away.

Even though the eyes of all the veterans were filled with angry flames, no one spoke, nor did they intend to fight back.

Only Mr. Niu shouted loudly behind them: Everyone from Black Tiger Gate, you might as well give it a try in three days. I guarantee you won't be disappointed.

After finishing speaking, Mr. Niu spat heavily at their backs...

The so-called life is bearish and you just do it if you don't accept it. Faced with this situation, Mr. Niu doesn't think it's a big deal at all, it's just a matter of anger.

Three days is a little short, but with a little preparation, it is enough.