Chapter 833 Pocket Money

Humph~" A cold snort full of anger sounded.

At this time, the poor Mr. Niu woke up from his brief loss.

It was just like this that this guy realized what evil he had just done!

Of course, it must be the bad habits he has developed over the years that made him do such an evil thing in public during his short period of loss.

For example: he hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and his hands habitually rested on the crotch behind her.

And there is no doubt that his own stupid hands must have kneaded them into various shapes out of conditioned reflex.

Because, even after he came back to his senses, the good and excellent feeling still remained in Mr. Niu's mind...

Pushing away the woman who was a head taller than him, Mr. Niu finally saw clearly the woman in his arms. Who else could it be besides the pretty widow Bilian.

Then, Mr. Niu was very heartbroken to see it.

The fairy lady was already like a proud swan. After turning around, she walked towards the countryside without looking back.

Suddenly, Mr. Niu had a strong urge to chop off his dirty hands.

"Hey~" After sighing, this guy finally reacted and planned to catch up and explain.

But at this critical moment, Master Niu's arm was being dragged tightly, and an old voice shouted sadly:

"Netherworld Disciple, you are finally back."

Mr. Niu looked back and saw the second-generation boss Shang Tuo with a resentful look on his face.

And after being delayed by this guy for a while, the fairy lady, who was walking with wind and speed along the way, had already walked into the other fields.

And with a heavy bang, the door to the other fields was closed.

Seeing that the matter has come to this, Mr. Niu can only put off explaining things to the young lady until later.

He turned to Shang Tuo and asked, "Looking at the anxious looks on your faces, has something big happened in the teahouse?"

"It's not a big deal, but if you, Netherworld Disciple, don't come back, our teahouse will have nothing to sell and will have to temporarily close down." The second generation leader replied.

After hearing this, Mr. Niu felt a little incredible.

When he left the teahouse, the various supplies handed over to Shang Tuo, even if they were not too many, were at least enough for them to use for more than half a year.

Counting it all together, it was less than three months since Mr. Niu left the Kingdom of God.

By the way, how did old guys like Shangtuo use up such a large amount of supplies? Could it be that he was having carnivals inside the teahouse every day while Mr. Niu was away?

Fortunately, before Mr. Niu got angry, Shangtuo, an old man, gave him a quite reasonable explanation.

Shang Tuo didn't say anything more, he just took Master Niu for a walk around the teahouse. Master Niu immediately understood why those supplies were consumed so quickly.

"Dear me! The business in the teahouse is so good." Mr. Niu marveled in his heart.

There are as many as two hundred pavilions, simple seats with only one greenhouse, and even other open spaces outside the teahouse, all dark and crowded with people.

More importantly, Mr. Niu also saw many aliens of other races here.

Among them were people who habitually crossed their legs when standing or sitting; a one-eyed man who was five meters away and almost touched the roof of the pavilion when he stood up; he had only one eye on his head between his eyebrows.

As for the monster aliens who still retain their striking racial characteristics after transforming into adults, the number is even greater.

They were either drinking tea in small sips, or drinking in large sips, and there were even quite a few of them taking a sip of tea and a sip of wine.

But no matter what they were drinking, they were eating and drinking the expensive food provided in the teahouse.

The waiters and busboys had to run as fast as they could in order to keep up with their food and drinks, as if they were free of charge.

At this time, Mr. Niu still didn't understand that in the short few months since he left, the popular reputation of the teahouse he opened had completely spread to other people's territory.

There are endless shouts urging people to serve and add more dishes.

Looking at the people in the teahouse, they gradually became a little too busy; Mr. Niu was completely angry about this, and the fairy lady was not worried about the matter for a while now.

But if the food is served slowly, doesn't it mean that Mr. Niu will lose a lot of divine crystals again?

This is my own divine crystal, and I don’t need to share it with that guy from Xiantian Bagua.

Thinking of this, Mr. Niu rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen with murderous intent; the teahouse's top chef was about to take action himself...

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After two o'clock in the middle of the night, Mr. Niu, who was completely exhausted, sat slumped on the threshold outside the kitchen.

He started working at around eight o'clock in the evening and was busy until not long ago. During this period, he was busy working in front of several large pots without stopping for even a moment.

At this time, he had a cigarette in his mouth that he had not lit for a long time. Although he was tired, his heart was quite happy.

Because in front of him, the old man Shang Tuo, the second-generation leader, was holding a thick roll of animal skin and was reporting his recent income to him.

As for the trivial matter of the master reporting work to his disciple, neither of them cared about it at all.

In the teahouse that finally became quiet, only the somewhat smug voice of Shang Tuo, an old guy, kept ringing:

"During this period of time, not counting the elixirs and other materials, we have harvested as much as 6,830 taels of divine crystals alone; if the value of those elixirs and materials is included, it can at least exceed 20,000 taels. So many divine crystals.”

"By the way, this does not include today's income; if today's turnover is included, then eighty-six taels of divine crystals will be added."

After finishing speaking, Shang Tuo handed the two full storage bags directly into Master Niu's hands without any hesitation.

Mr. Niu didn't delay, he took the backpack in the storage bag and tied it firmly around his waist. Then he said: "Everyone has been lucky during this period. It seems that in two days, we will We need to recruit another group of people."

"In addition, starting from this month, everyone in the sect can receive twelve taels of divine crystals from me every month, which is considered as pocket money for everyone."

"Isn't this bad! We have consumed so many of your pills during the day." Shang Tuo declined.

But in reality, this guy was just talking. He narrowed his small eyes, which were already narrowed into a gap under the obvious smile.

no way! What a wonderful concept of pocket money.

For these veterans, it was already hundreds of years ago, so far away.

"Don't worry, as long as the business of the teahouse gets better and better, the life of Zixiao Sect will only get better and better." Mr. Niu said with certainty.

Later, Mr. Niu and Shang Tuo, the old man, were smoking cigarettes and began to daydream endlessly about the good days of the Zixiao Sect; tomorrow would only get better and better for them.

It's just that even as the second-generation leader Shang Tuo, he is about to enter the real-life stage.

None of them were able to discover that the knight was ten meters away, and that the Bilian woman had been lurking there for quite some time.