I open a bookstore in the human world

"As for the others..." When Song Lan talked about work, he was a little endless, and he also liked to add body language. After gesticulating with his hands in the air for a long time, he suddenly felt warm in his palm, and was taken aback for a moment, and found that it was a small teacup.

"Here." Xie Daonian, who delivered the tea, didn't look at him, but looked at the teapot in front of him.Under Xie Daonian's hard work, every ghost present held a cup of hot tea in their hands, and only Song Lan's cup was empty.

Song Lan stared blankly at him, suddenly forgot what she just said, her mind went blank, she just mechanically put the teacup to her mouth and raised her head to drink.

The tea is black tea, mild and mellow, the temperature is slightly hot to the mouth, the rich but not overbearing tea fragrance permeates between the lips and teeth, and the tip of the tongue trembles slightly.

Song Lan trembled, her thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, she pulled the corner of her mouth, and whispered to Xie Daonian, "Thank you."

Seeing that he had finished drinking, Xie Daonian seemed very satisfied, took the empty cup in his hand very naturally, filled it to seven or eight percent full, handed it to him again, and said, "Drink again."

Song Lan drank again.

Under the surprised eyes of all the ghosts, Song Lan drank seven or eight cups of tea before suddenly waking up: No, why did this become drinking tea while talking about business?

Slightly frowning, he glanced at Xie Daonian who was making tea with his head down. Song Lan waved his hand and rejected the new cup of tea, saying, "Don't drink it now, let's talk about the decoration."

Xie Daonian has some regrets: making tea is one of the great joys in his life, and watching people drink the tea he made is another kind of joy.Now that Song Lan stopped drinking, he always felt a little empty in his heart.

After explaining everything that should be explained, Song Lan clapped her hands: "Okay, the rest time is over, everyone go back to work."

All the ghosts wailed and dispersed, and only Song Lan and Xie Daonian remained on the second floor.

Song Lan was still sitting, writing and drawing in his notebook, chanting words as if he was calculating something, from time to time he raised his head and peeked at Xie Daonian, who was concentrating on making tea, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"What do you want to say?" Xie Daonian said this out of the blue, which startled Song Lan.

But since his hesitation was seen by the other party, Song Lan didn't hide it at all, and said bluntly: "I have something to discuss with you."

Xie Daonian's dark eyes did not contain any waves, and he said, "Speak."

Song Lan stood up, walked to a pot of orchids that were in full bloom, touched the leaves of the orchid lightly, and said casually: "Boss, do you sell these flowers?"

When Song Lan said this, he seemed very casual and careless, but only he knew that his heart was extremely nervous all the time, his hands hidden in his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and his palms were wet with sweat.

That's right, Song Lan was drawn to Xie Daonian's flowers and plants.

From Song Lan's point of view, the plants raised by Xie Daonian are not bad in appearance, even if they are placed in a flower shop, they are also high-quality goods that can be sold at a good price.Currently, the bookstore is short of money. Although the books are still being sold, they are almost finished. The rest are almost all those that cannot be sold at a low price. What about "One Hundred Ways of Raising Pigs", what? "Guide to Picking Up Girls in the Internet Age" and the like.

In terms of spending money, Song Lan is already very careful, and strives to spend every penny wisely, wishing to spend every penny in half, and never waste what can be saved. This starts from his "please "It can be seen that the ghosts under him are acting as small decoration workers.

But even so, after deducting the necessary decoration costs and leaving a batch of expenses for purchasing new books, the money on hand is far from enough.

Before making any money, you must find other ways to make money.

Ever since, Song Lan turned his idea to Xie Daonian.

Xie Daonian's flowers grow so well, it would be too wasteful if they were just placed on the second floor like this.Song Lan thought so in his heart.

As soon as Song Lan's words came out of his mouth, Xie Daonian understood, and asked, "Do you want to sell my flowers?"

Song Lan raised her heart: "Is it possible?"

Song Lan and Xie Daonian mentioned the flower shop before, but they were flatly rejected by the other party. Knowing that he is very repulsed by selling flowers, they have been thinking about how to talk about it to Xie Daonian.

To be honest, he was a little afraid that Xie Daonian would walk away in a fit of anger.

Xie Daonian frowned slightly, and was about to speak when he accidentally glanced at Song Lan, seeing that his expression was disturbed, his upper teeth biting his lower lip until his lower lip was slightly white, he moved slightly in his heart, and said slowly: "Actually, it's not impossible. "

"If you don't want to, I won't force you, but... ah?! Wait, boss, what did you just say?!" Song Lan was ready to talk to Xie Daonian, but unexpectedly he came Such a sentence made Song Lan stunned immediately, and the volume was directly raised by an octave.

Xie Daonian looked up at Song Lan strangely, and said, "Didn't you hear clearly? I said I agree."

Song Lan's expression was numb, and she repeated in disbelief: "Boss, you mean you agree to sell flowers?"

Xie Daonian frowned, paused, and asked cautiously: "Song Lan, is there something wrong with your ears, why don't we go to the hospital to see—"

There was only one word "look" left, Xie Daonian was slapped hard on the back by Song Lan, and almost dropped the teacup from his hand.

"Boss, thank you so much." Song Lan's eyes were shining, and she looked at Xie Daonian with a sincere expression.

"...No, it's nothing." Xie Daonian seemed a little unable to bear the gaze, and turned his face away unnaturally.

"Great, I can call someone to move the flowers!" Song Lan happily took out her phone.

Xie Daonian: "..."

"Wait," Xie Daonian realized, his beautiful peach eyes narrowed slightly, "You mean, you have already contacted me?"

Song Lan replied casually while dialing the number: "Yes, I have already made an agreement with a flower shop at the street corner. As long as there is no problem with our side, they will buy all the flowers." Although the price will be slightly disadvantaged Points, but at present they are in a hurry to spend money, and there is no way to make some profits.

Xie Daonian wondered, did he agree a little too quickly just now?

Song Lan noticed his expression and said vigilantly: "Boss, you promised this with your own mouth, you can't go back on your word."

Xie Daonian raised his eyebrows and said, "Since the words have been spoken, I will naturally not go back on my word."

Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief: After getting along with each other for this period of time, he found that although Xie Daonian was a bit unprofessional in his work and his temperament was too Buddhist, his character was still trustworthy.

"But—" But Xie Daonian didn't finish his sentence.

Everything is afraid of a turning point, Song Lan's heart was raised again, and she asked nervously, "But what?"

The corner of Xie Daonian's mouth twitched: "However, you have to promise me that you won't be short of money in the future, so you can no longer sell my flowers."

"Naturally," Song Lan heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing such a request, "We are running a bookstore, not a flower shop, so what are you doing selling your flowers?"

Xie Daonian nodded reservedly: he reluctantly accepted this answer.

Of course, at this moment, Xie Daonian still doesn’t know that when the bookstore gradually gets on the right track, he really doesn’t need to make money from selling “flowers” ​​anymore—they start selling scented teas, perfumes, and derivative products of various plants...

Xie Daonian: Men are big pigs!

Song Lan: Strictly speaking, I am a ghost rather than a human, thank you.

***

Not long after, Boss Shi of the street flower shop sent someone to move the flowers.

As soon as the chubby Boss Shi saw Song Lan, he stretched out a chubby little hand and smiled all over his face: "Mr. Song is really amazing, even Boss Xie can talk."

They are all neighbors in the neighborhood. Boss Shi has long heard that Boss Xiao Xie of Friendship Bookstore grows good flowers. He was lucky enough to come and see them, and found that these flowers are indeed well grown, much better than those in his shop.For example, it is obviously the same pot of Clivia with similar quality, but once this flower is in Xie Daonian's hands, it can be raised better than others, and it looks full of vitality and aura.

In the past, Boss Shi didn't take the initiative to do business with Xie Daonian and buy these flowers from him. He even agreed to give the price [-] to [-]% more than the market price, but Boss Xie didn't agree with anything. Had to give up, sorry to go.

Unexpectedly, this Mr. Song actually persuaded Boss Xiaoxie to sell flowers as soon as he made a move, and he sold dozens of pots as soon as he sold them, and they wrapped them up directly.

Where did Mr. Song come from?Boss Shi secretly looked at Song Lan while directing the workers to carefully carry the flower pots, thinking to himself——

I've never seen this Mr. Song before, and I haven't heard Boss Xiaoxie mention it. He seems to have a good relationship with Boss Xiaoxie. Are they friends or classmates?Or... a relative?

The more Boss Shi looked at it, the more he felt that the two might be relatives, so he asked Xie Daonian: "Boss Xie, is Mr. Song a relative of yours?"

Both Xie Song and Xie Song were startled when they heard this, but Song Lan reacted quickly and raised his eyebrows, neither saying yes nor no, but asking: "How did Boss Shi see it?"

Boss Shi thought that Song Lan had acquiesced in the relationship between him and Xie Dao Nian, and was complacent about his "clearness". He proudly puffed out his beer belly and said, "You both look good, so what are you if you are not relatives?"

Boss Xiao Xie has been good-looking since he was a child, and he is well-known among the neighbors. If he is not too "serious about his job", I am afraid that the women chasing him will line up from one end of the street to the other end of the street.This Mr. Song Lansong looks no worse than Boss Xiao Xie. He is so energetic in a suit, and he looks like a social elite.

"..." Song Lan and Xie Daonian looked at each other in blank dismay.

Boss Shi saw that their expressions were a little strange, and his expression froze, hesitantly asked: "Could it be that I guessed wrong?"

"No," Song Lan smiled, "Boss Shi has good eyesight. I am indeed Boss Xie's distant relative, so he is my little cousin. Don't you think so, little cousin?" The last sentence was to Xie Daonian of.

Xie Daonian looked at Song Lan expressionlessly: "..."

Song Lan's face remained unchanged, and she continued to say to Boss Shi: "I heard that after my uncle and aunt passed away, my little cousin's life alone was not going well, and I just graduated and returned to China. I was not in good health, so my mother asked me to come to Xingzhou. I can take care of each other with my little cousin here, and secondly, the climate here is mild and the air is clear, which is a rare and livable place in China, and I can also take care of my body here.”

"That's true." Boss Shi, a native of Xingzhou, is proud of his hometown. "Although our Xingzhou city is not big, we have all the necessary basic facilities and convenient transportation. The most important thing is the air quality. The climate is good, and it has been rated as one of the top ten livable cities for several years in a row. By the way, if Mr. Song is not in good health, he can try to practice traditional martial arts. You must have heard of the Jianghu martial arts school in Nanhai Province abroad. ? Their main school is in Bishan City next to Xingzhou, and they just opened a branch school in Xingzhou last year, and many young people are going to learn martial arts."

"I'll think about it." Song Lan smiled, chatted with Boss Shi and sent him off.

Song Lan turned her head and happened to meet Xie Daonian's bottomless eyes.

Song Lan: "..."

Xie Daonian: "..."

Song Lan reacted quickly: "Don't talk, listen to my explanation first!"

Xie Daonian raised his eyebrows, folded his arms around his chest, looking relaxed.

Song Lan said: "The reason why you and I are relatives is to avoid arousing suspicion. Think about it, everyone knows that you have always ignored the affairs of the store. This sudden big fanfare is recruiting people and redecorating. Isn't it weird?"

Xie Daonian's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Song Lan added: "The last time Aunt Zhang came to collect the rent, I thought she was a little skeptical, so let's say that we are relatives, and I came to Xingzhou to recuperate and help you open a shop, so that others won't think too much about it. Is it too much?"

Xie Daonian's eyes drooped, and he acquiesced to Song Lan's statement.but--

"Why am I your little cousin?" Xie Daonian said suddenly.