Chapter 90 Don't Die with Peace!
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The new store opened, beaming with joy.
For Zhou Ze, the decoration and rent of the new store, as well as all the expenses you can imagine, are actually not paid by Zhou Ze.
Xu Qinglang gave half of it, and the remaining half was the money from Bai Yingying's funeral objects.
Of course, Xu Qinglang is going to "semi-retire" next, and he only plans to sell coffee and make snacks in the bookstore and live a healthy life.
For making money, I can only rely on Zhou Ze.
Fortunately, everyone is not very suspicious of Zhou Ze's ability to make money. The new store is located in the South Street. There is a lot of traffic, and there should be a lot of ghost traffic.
As long as Boss Zhou carries forward his professionalism that he is not afraid of suffering and staying up late and keeps sending these ghosts who come to his door to hell to undergo reform and re-behave, it should not be a big problem to earn a lot of ghost money.
At that time, everyone will squat together at the door of the bookstore, burn paper money and wait for someone to drop their wallets. 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 packed. Newspapers and magazines that are updated quickly are in a row, novels are in a row, and other serious books are in a separate area.
As for teaching aids and the like, Zhou Ze didn't go into it.
The bookstore has a second floor, which is divided into three rooms and a bathroom, which can be regarded as everyone's living area.
On the first day of opening, there were no fireworks, no flower basket salutes, everything seemed very simple and peaceful.
The old Taoist cleaned up with Bai Yingying with great interest, while Zhou Ze sat behind the bar and sipped the cocktail that Xu Qinglang had just made.
After taking a sip, he put down the wine glass. The little monkey picked up the wine glass and secretly took a sip. Then he found it extremely unpleasant and kept sticking out his tongue.
Tang Shi was alone in the upstairs bedroom. She was very homely. If she had nothing to do, she could stay in the room all day without getting bored.
When everything was packed and ready to welcome guests, it was already after dusk, and the sky had already dimmed.
Holding a plaque in one hand, Bai Yingying hung up the "Late Night Bookstore" sign, then jumped down, clapped her hands, and smiled contentedly after confirming that she was well placed.
Then, according to the boss's instructions, she hung up and fixed the two couplet plaques "I listen to it" and "I heard it like this" on the left and right ends respectively.
This is a sign brought back from the old store.
Bai Yingying asked Zhou Ze the meaning of "I heard it" and "I heard it like this", and Zhou Ze explained that it was simply a story he heard by himself and told everyone.
It does not represent my own point of view, and everyone is just listening to it for fun, not taking it seriously.
The bookstore is still engaged in the business of dead people, and the business of living people can only be regarded as an addition. After all, there is a "Tongcheng Bookstore" not far from South Street. It is a big bookstore that specializes in selling physical books. It is difficult to compete with it. It's not unusually large, and it's not necessary at all.
Zhou Ze remembered that "Tongcheng Bookstore" was regarded as the most influential representative of bookstores in the hearts of Tongcheng people when he was a child, but in recent years, with the continuous compression and recession of the physical book market, Tongcheng Bookstore has also reduced its business area , compared with the heyday of the past, it looks a lot shabby.
It can only be said that the popularity of mobile phone and screen reading has made most people gradually forget the habit of reading with ink and paper.
Everything is done, on the right track, and the next step is to wait for the business to come.
In fact, the business is also very fast. From the official opening at 7:00 p.m. to now, there have been several groups of customers, but they are all living people who ordered a cup of coffee or other drinks and sat there to rest and chat.
When the living person came, Zhou Ze didn't move at all. On the contrary, Xu Qinglang was too busy to greet and make drinks.
It was already 9:30 after seeing off these groups of guests, Xu Qinglang took a sip of water, and looked at Zhou Ze, who was sitting on the rocking chair constantly shaking, feeling very unbalanced!
"Old Zhou, I think we can put up a sign saying, 'The living are not allowed to enter', what do you think?"
"Then the next day the business will come to your door." Zhou Ze rejected Xu Qinglang's proposal without hesitation.
"But I feel that this is more tiring than opening a noodle shop." Xu Qinglang said sadly.
He opened a noodle restaurant before, and not many people actually went to the restaurant to eat. Most of the orders were for takeaway. He just closed the takeaway software if he wanted to rest, but now that people come in, you can’t put People push it out?
"Look, here it is."
Zhou Ze looked outside the door.
It seems that because of the location, today's real business came very quickly.
It was an old woman who entered the door, leaning on a cane, with a thin, slightly shriveled body, her eyes were wide open, as if she was dying.
The old woman had a little bit of resentment, which meant that she actually still had some obsessions, so she didn't go to hell, nor did she enter reincarnation.
But her resentment is still far away from Huali ghost, and she still belongs to the "harmless to humans and animals" ghost category.
"Let's prepare the dishes." Zhou Ze said to Xu Qinglang.
Xu Qinglang didn't complain about suffering or tiredness this time, in fact, it was his suggestion to prepare dishes for those who were about to be sent to hell.
He felt that Zhou Ze's act of sending ghosts directly to hell was too simple and rude, without any foreplay, too dry and too lacking
service quality.
Because of this, he suggested that before sending people to hell, they would order meals and give them a treat, and they would leave some more ghost money at that time.
It's like the fact that in addition to the big income from movie tickets, there is also a big income from selling cola popcorn in a movie theater.
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 glass of old rice wine.
It's all ready-made and ready-made things, just put it on the plate, and it's not troublesome.
The old man set up the small table, prepared the small stools, and drew up the curtains to block the view from the outside, otherwise other customers who came in would probably be shocked when they 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 hesitated. It could be seen that she was a little scared, but she was even more afraid of Zhou Ze. At the moment, she could only sit down tremblingly.
Xu Qinglang handed a bottle of cow's tears mixed with talisman water to the old man, and the old man wiped it on his eyes, and saw the old lady.
To be honest, Lao Dao hadn't encountered this kind of thing of opening the door to welcome ghosts since he left the Ming shop. For a while, he was a little bit embarrassed, and couldn't help but think of the boss who was still in Rongcheng.
However, it's coming soon.
Lao Dao has already sent a notice to his water friends in the live broadcast room where he has not broadcast live for several months. He will restart the live broadcast in the early morning of April 1st, which is about 0:20 on March 31st.
That day was the day the boss said he would come back.
Bai Yingying also sat down with a small bench. The old woman was a little shy, with a zombie, a ghost, a Xuanxiu, and an old man who seemed to be steaming from his crotch.
The old woman said Alexander.
Her little resentment, surrounded by these wolves, is really not worth mentioning.
"Eat, let's go on the road after eating."
Zhou Ze urged.
The old woman smiled, lowered her head, and began to eat.
It's like a tiger is scary, but the tiger in the zoo is like a kitten when facing the breeder.
When the old woman goes out, if someone accidentally catches a glimpse, it may make them sick or faint, but at this time, she can only eat obediently.
"Aunt, how did you die?" The old Taoist asked at this time.
The old man is an active person, even if he is old, but the older he is, the more he talks.
He usually talks to the little monkey, how he suppressed the demon five hundred years ago and suppressed a big monkey at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain;
The monkey also joined in, as long as the old man buys some snacks, the monkey can sit there and listen to the old man playing for an afternoon, and wave his hands from time to time:
"Speaking loudly!"
"Three touches and tears."
The old man was at a loss. He knew that the old woman spoke a dialect, so he looked at Zhou Ze.
"Sick and dead." Zhou Ze translated.
Tongcheng dialect is very different from Mandarin.
"Auntie, this won't work, even if you become a ghost, you can't forget to study, we have to learn Mandarin well, or we will end up in hell.
Think about it, there are so many people on Huangquan Road, it will be difficult for you to find someone who can speak the Tongcheng dialect. By then, there will be no one to chat with on the road, how boring. "
The old man reminded him kindly.
The aunt was a little embarrassed, so she could only lower her head to eat.
"Do you have any children?" The old Taoist asked again.
"Oh, Yu Guo."
The old man looked at Zhou Ze again, meaning, quickly translate.
"There is a daughter." Xu Qinglang translated.
"Then your daughter must have burned a lot of paper money for you?" The old man rubbed his hands.
The old woman was taken aback when she heard the words, and said with a wry smile: "The conditions at home are not good." (translated by Xu Qinglang)
"The family conditions are not good?" The old man 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 a hospital bed, I have no money for medical treatment." (translated by Xu Qinglang) the old woman said, put down her chopsticks, and wiped away her tears.
"This is pitiful." The old man wiped away his tears along with him.
Bai Yingying also mumbled, and felt a little uncomfortable.
"My niece asked me on the hospital bed if I should continue to spend money on the 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 the treatment, just blink. If I don't blink, even if it's a waste of money, I will be cured."
"This girl is not bad." The old Taoist said, "What did you do?"
"I blinked, and then I came home from the hospital, and then I died." The old woman continued to wipe her tears.
"It's not easy. You are also thinking about your children, and you are so great. It's not easy, and children have to live." The old Taoist grieved along with him.
In fact, there are many such things in reality, especially when faced with some terminal illnesses, which means constantly throwing money into them, and many families cannot afford this way of throwing money into medical treatment.
"Aunt, you are very great." Bai Yingying.
"I'll pour you another glass of wine." Xu Qinglang said.
On the one hand, seeing the tearful eyes of the people around him, Zhou Ze couldn't laugh or cry.
He pointed to the old woman's eyes that had been staring wide open since entering the door, and asked:
"how do you
Wink? "
The old woman heard the words,
Do not cry,
Immediately said viciously:
"She asked me,
Mom, let me ask you, if you don't want to be cured anymore, just blink. If you don't blink, even if it's a waste of money, you have to cure me.
Then,
waited five minutes,
I can't help it,
Blinked.
Immediately she began to wipe away her tears and said:
good,
mom,
I know what you mean,
We are dying. "
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