Chapter 90 Close Your Eyes!
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The new store is open, and we are very happy.
For Zhou Ze, the decoration and rent of the new store, as well as all the expenses you can think of, were not actually paid by Zhou Ze.
Xu Qinglang paid half, and the remaining half was the money from Bai Yingying's burial objects.
Of course, Xu Qinglang is going to "semi-retire" next, and only plans to sell coffee and make snacks in the bookstore and live a healthy life.
As for making money, Zhou Ze can only rely on him.
Fortunately, everyone is not very skeptical about Zhou Ze's ability to make money. The new store is located on South Street, with a large flow of people and ghosts.
As long as Boss Zhou carries forward the professionalism of not being afraid of hardship and not being afraid of staying up late, and constantly sends these ghosts who come to the door to hell to be reformed and reborn, it should not be a problem to make a lot of ghost money.
At that time, everyone can just squat at the door of the bookstore to burn paper money and wait for people to drop their wallets, and even the handling fee to go to the bank will be waived.
The overall tone of the bookstore is soft and dark, and the bookshelves inside are not very densely arranged. Newspapers and magazines that are updated quickly are in a separate row, novels are in another row, and the rest of the serious books are in a separate area.
As for teaching materials and other things, Zhou Ze did not go in again.
The bookstore has a second floor, where three rooms and a bathroom are separated, which is considered everyone's living area.
On the first day of opening, there were no fireworks or flower baskets, and everything seemed very simple and peaceful.
The old Taoist was very tactful and cleaned up with Bai Yingying. Zhou Ze sat behind the bar and tasted the cocktail that Xu Qinglang had just mixed.
After taking a sip and putting down the glass, the little monkey picked up the glass and secretly took a sip, and then felt that it was extremely unpalatable and kept sticking out his tongue.
Tang Shi was alone in the bedroom upstairs. She was a homebody. If she had nothing to do, she could stay in the room all day without coming out, and she would not feel bored.
When everything was packed up and really ready to welcome guests, it was already after dusk and the sky had dimmed.
Bai Yingying held the plaque in one hand and hung up the sign of "Late Night Bookstore". Then she jumped down, clapped her hands, and smiled contentedly after confirming that she had placed it properly.
Then, she followed the boss's instructions and hung up the two couplets "Just listen to it" and "As I have heard" on the left and right ends.
This is the sign brought back from the old store.
Bai Yingying asked Zhou Ze what "Just listen to it" and "As I have heard" meant. Zhou Ze explained that it was just a simple story he heard and told it to everyone.
It does not represent his own views. Everyone just listens to it for fun and does not need to take it seriously.
Bookstores are still doing business with dead people, and business with living people can only be regarded as a bonus. After all, there is a "Tongcheng Bookstore" not far from South Street, a large bookstore specializing in selling physical books. It is very difficult to compete with it, and there is no need at all.
Zhou Ze remembered that when he was a child, "Tongcheng Bookstore" was the most influential bookstore representative in Tongcheng. However, in recent years, with the continuous compression and recession of the physical book market, Tongcheng Bookstore has also reduced its business area, which looks much more shabby than in its heyday.
It can only be said that the popularity of mobile phones and screen reading has made most people slowly forget the habit of reading with ink and paper.
Everything is done and on track. The next step is to wait for business to come.
In fact, business comes very quickly. From the official opening at 7 pm to now, several groups of customers have come, but they all ordered a cup of coffee or other drinks to sit there and rest and chat. They are all living people.
When living people came, Zhou Ze simply stopped moving. Instead, Xu Qinglang kept greeting and mixing drinks, and was very busy.
It was already half past one after sending off these groups of customers. Xu Qinglang drank a sip of water and looked at Zhou Ze who was sitting in a rocking chair and rocking non-stop. He felt very unbalanced!
"Old Zhou, I think we can put up a sign that says 'No living people allowed', what do you think?"
"Then the Industrial and Commercial Bureau will come the next day." Zhou Ze rejected Xu Qinglang's proposal without hesitation.
"But I feel that this is more tiring than running a noodle shop." Xu Qinglang looked resentful.
When he opened a noodle shop before, not many people actually went to the store to eat, and most of the orders were on takeout. He just wanted to rest and just turned off the takeout software, but now that the customers are coming in, you can't push them out, right?
"Look, they are coming."
Zhou Ze looked outside the door.
It seems that it is really because of the location. The real business today came very quickly.
The one who entered the door was an old woman, leaning on a cane, thin and slightly shriveled, with a pair of eyes wide open, as if she died with her eyes open.
The old woman had a little bit of resentment, which meant that she actually had some obsessions, so she didn't go to hell or enter reincarnation.
But her resentment is far from turning into a fierce ghost, and she still belongs to the category of "harmless" ghosts.
"Prepare the food." Zhou Ze said to Xu Qinglang.
Xu Qinglang did not complain about the hardship this time. In fact, it was his suggestion to prepare food for people who were about to be sent to hell.
He felt that Zhou Ze's previous action of sending ghosts directly to hell was too simple and crude, without any foreplay, too dry and lacking in service quality.
Therefore, he proposed to send people to hell.
Before going to hell, order a meal and give someone a gift, and they will leave some extra hell money when the time comes.
Just like in a movie theater, in addition to the big revenue from movie tickets, there is also a big revenue from selling Coca-Cola popcorn.
The dishes are also very simple, a plate of dried radish, a plate of peanuts, a bowl of rice with chopsticks inserted upside down, and a cup of old rice wine.
They are all ready-made and can be put on a plate without any hassle.
The veteran arranged the small table, prepared the small stools, and pulled up the curtain to block the outside view, otherwise other customers would be shocked if they came in and saw this scene.
This can also be regarded as a small private room, a small private room specially prepared for ghosts.
Zhou Ze came over with the teacup in his hand and said to the old woman, "Please."
The old woman was a little hesitant. It could be seen that she was a little scared, but she was more afraid of Zhou Ze. At that moment, she could only sit down tremblingly.
Xu Qinglang handed a bottle of cow tears mixed with talisman water to Lao Dao. Lao Dao wiped it on his eyes and saw the old lady.
To be honest, the old man had never encountered this kind of thing like opening the door to welcome ghosts since he left Mingdian. For a moment, he felt a little sad and couldn't help but think of the boss who was still in Chengdu.
However, it's soon.
Lao Dao has already sent a notice to his water friends in the live broadcast room where he has not broadcast for several months. He will restart the live broadcast in the early morning of April 1st, that is, approximately after 00:20 on March 31st.
That day was the day the boss said he would come back.
Bai Yingying also came over with a small stool. The old woman was a little shy, a zombie, a ghost servant, a mysterious cultivator, and an old Taoist who seemed to be steaming in his crotch.
The old woman means Alexander.
Her little resentment was really not worth mentioning when surrounded by this pack of wolves.
"Eat, then you can go on your way."
Zhou Ze urged.
The old woman smiled, lowered her head, and began to eat.
Just like tigers are scary, but when faced with keepers in the zoo, the tiger is like a little kitten.
When the old woman goes out, if someone accidentally glances at her, she will probably scare them sick or faint. But at this time, she can only eat obediently.
"Auntie, how did you die?" The old Taoist began to ask at this time.
The old Taoist is an active person. Even though he is old, the older he is, the more he talks.
He usually talks to the little monkeys, telling how he conquered demons and suppressed a big monkey at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain five hundred years ago;
The monkey also cheered. As long as the old man bought some snacks, the monkey could sit there and listen to the old man playing all afternoon, waving his hands from time to time:
"Speak loudly!"
"Three touches will tear you apart."
The old Taoist was confused. He knew that the old woman spoke in dialect, so he looked at Zhou Ze.
"He died of illness." Zhou Ze translated.
Tongcheng dialect is very different from Mandarin.
"Aunt, this is not okay. Even if you become a ghost, you can't forget to study. We also have to learn Mandarin well, otherwise we will end up in hell.
Think about it, there are so many people on Huangquan Road, it would be difficult for you to find someone who can speak the Tongcheng dialect. Then there will not even be anyone to chat with on the road, how boring it will be. "
The old Taoist reminded kindly.
The aunt was a little embarrassed and could only lower her head to eat.
"Do you have any children?" The old Taoist asked again.
"Yu Guo, oh so."
The old Taoist looked at Zhou Ze again, meaning, please translate quickly.
"I have a daughter." Xu Qinglang translated.
"Then your daughter must have burned a lot of paper money for you, right?" The old man rubbed his hands.
When the old woman heard this, she was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile: "The conditions at home are not good." (Translated by Xu Qinglang)
"The conditions at home are not good?" The old Taoist was not discouraged and continued: "It's okay. Paper money is not expensive anyway. As long as your child has you in his heart, paper money can be more."
"Lying on the hospital bed, I have no money for medical treatment." (Translation by Xu Qinglang) The old woman said, put down her chopsticks and wiped her tears.
"This is pitiful." The old Taoist wiped his tears together.
Bai Yingying also pursed her lips and felt a little uncomfortable.
"My daughter asked me in the hospital bed if I wanted to continue spending money for treatment. I was lying on the bed, unable to speak or move. She cried and said to me, if I don't want to continue treatment, just blink. If I don't blink, I will be cured even if it means selling the pot."
"This girl is not bad." The old Taoist said, "What did you do?"
"I blinked, and then I went home from the hospital, and then I died." The old woman continued to wipe her tears.
"It's not easy. You also think about your children. It's really great. It's not easy. Children also have to live." The old Taoist also felt sad together.
In fact, there are many such things in reality, especially when facing some terminal diseases, which means constantly throwing money into it, and many families cannot afford this way of spending money to treat diseases.
"Auntie, you are great." Bai Yingying.
"I'll pour you another glass of wine." Xu Qinglang.
On the side, looking at the tears in the eyes of everyone around him, Zhou Ze felt a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
He pointed at the old woman’s eyes that had been staring wide open since she entered the door, and asked:
"How did you blink?"
The old woman heard this,
Do not cry,
He immediately said fiercely:
"She asked me,
Mom, let me ask you, if you don’t want the treatment to continue, just blink. If you don't blink, you will have to treat me even if you are selling the pot.
Then,
after waiting for five minutes,
I couldn't help but
blink.
She immediately started to wipe her tears and said:
Okay,
Mom,
I know what you mean,
Let's not treat it. ”
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