New Times Inn

"The shopkeeper, don't I have to use that expression?" Li Qi blinked at Feng Qing.

"No more."

"Don't you need to light less candles?"

"No more."

"Don't you need to put less food?"

"No...No, what are you talking about today?" Feng Qing turned her head to look at Li Qi.

"Oh." Li Qi lowered his head, wondering if it was his own delusion, Feng Qing always felt that he still seemed a little lost...

Illusion, it must be an illusion.

Feng Qing originally thought that her plan was perfect, but the actual implementation gave her a stomachache.

That kind of high-class feeling made her a bit intoxicated.

It seems that such a plan cannot be implemented, Feng Qingxin said, and a more simple and unadorned plan must be changed.

She lit the light again, prepared the dishes again, made the guys smile a little, and then began to study what she should do next.

First of all, if you can't start with the dishes, you have to start with the service attitude.

Because Feng Qing doesn't care about money very much, there are a lot of free food in the inn all the year round, and some people come to stay.

She opened the account book and found that such a person still occupies a full page, which is shocking and outrageous.

She hurriedly called the accountant over.

"What's wrong with the shopkeeper?" Chu Changzui raised his head and looked at Feng Qing.

"How come there are so many freelancers in our inn?" Feng Qing tried hard to make her tone sound scary.

They'll be fine for a few nights."

"That can't be the case, we are a serious inn, and we are not philanthropists." Feng Qing waved his hand, pointed to the guests on the bill, and said, "Those who owe money, before tonight. Let me kick them out."

Chu Changzui glanced silently, pointed to the name in Feng Qing's hands, and said, "This is a homeless old lady in her eighties."

Feng Qing pulled his hand back in an instant.

"This is a mother with her own daughter, who needs two bowls of porridge every day, and occasionally buys an extra egg for her daughter." Chu Changzui began to point on the ledger, " This is a man who has been infected with a terrible cold and has only recently gotten better..."

After pointing down, Feng Qing carefully retracted his hand, and then looked pitifully at Chu Changzui in front of him.

Chu Changzui didn't know if it was his own illusion.

"This, this, this..." Feng Qing pointed around on the ledger, and she was really unable to start, and finally she pulled her hand back.

At this time, she had an inexplicable feeling of suffocation, but she had nowhere to vent.

At this moment, Feng Qing suddenly found out.

There is a guest in the upper right corner of the ledger who has never been mentioned.

"This guest... how is he?" Feng Qing asked cautiously.

"He shouldn't be too old, right? He's not a single mother, right? He shouldn't have any serious illness, right?"

After she asked this sentence, she suddenly found that Xiaobai in front of her seemed to be stunned.

Huh? Why do you suddenly show such an expression?

Xiao Bai was stunned for a while, and suddenly a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, then kick this guy out for me!" Feng Qing waved his hand very boldly.

"In the future, if you encounter this kind of no disease or disaster, you will be poor, and they will all be kicked out! If you owe money, let them wash the dishes for me, and let them all work for me!"

In the sky above the nameless inn, the roar of the capitalists resounded in the sky.

…

Zhang San was staying in the inn dejectedly this day.

He doesn't have a penny on him now, and his food and lodging are all in the inn, but this is not what he is most worried about now.

What he is most worried about now is the group of chasing soldiers behind him.

Yes, Zhang San's real name is not Zhang San, he has a better name - Xu Yang.

He is an undercover spy who has been lurking in the demon organization for many years.

He came here for a mission, and it was a mission given to him by the demon.

These tasks are usually accompanied by blood. Zhang San himself does not like such tasks, but in order not to reveal his identity, he still has to do it.

"Alas..." On this day, Zhang San was staying in the inn.

"I heard that there are groups of people tracking down my identity recently, I have to be careful, and I must not let them find out."

gone.

When he was in his own school, Zhang San was a popular drinker every day, and even now, he can take out a large sum of money at any time.

But even if he can take it out, he can't use it, because it will be seen as wrong by others.

So, Zhang Sancai had to stay at this inn.

As far as he knows, this inn often takes more care of some penniless people, and sometimes waives their rent, and even gives them some free food .

Zhang San was lying on the bed, thinking about what to do next.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw a pigeon flying in outside the door.

Why does it appear at this time?

Zhang San got up immediately.

He took the note on the pigeon's leg and glanced at it. The note told him to come to the lobby of the inn at dinner tonight, where there would be someone to exchange information with him.

And that person will sit in the far left corner of the lobby.

"At dinner tonight?" Zhang San muttered in his heart, "Okay, then I'll pretend to be his friend to come over for dinner. This way of connecting is a bit safer."

After reading the note, he carefully burned it.

Just as Zhang San was answering the news upstairs, a few people below were whispering.

"Hey, that lurking spy, will it really appear on the table on the left tonight?" A bearded man asked with a sneer.

"It will, although we don't know who that person is, but the message we received is accurate."

"Today we just have to wait here."

"The bug that has been buried in us has secretly leaked a lot of information out, tonight I want to see who that guy is."

"If I find out, I will definitely let him not survive or die."

In the evening, dinner began to be served one after another, and the guys in the inn started to get busy.

And Zhang San also sneaked out according to the agreed time.

When he came in, he first glanced around in the lobby, and then his eyes were aimed at the table on the left.

There is indeed a man drinking wine with a few side dishes in front of him, as if he is waiting for someone.

Zhang San swallowed unknowingly.

He has been drinking porridge for several days, and looking at the small dishes, he felt his stomach rumbling.

Okay, this business is not a loss, not only can he exchange a piece of information, he can also eat a bite.

Zhang San rubbed his stomach, took a deep breath, and was ready to rush up.

… Then, he was suddenly cut off halfway.

…

The one who cut the beard is a young, very cute little girl.

Zhang San looked back at the person behind him with a shocked expression. The person standing behind him was actually the guy from the inn.

The little girl who usually sits there and sleeps and often has nothing to do.

"You, you..." Zhang San stammered for a moment.

And the little girl just looked him up and down, and then wrinkled her nose.

The tone of her words was cold, but with a sense of silk transparency.

"Do you owe us money?"

"Huh?"

Zhang San felt a little guilty after hearing this.

"Yes, yes, I owe a little."

"Then do you have any money to pay back to our shopkeeper?"

.

Like a mouse being targeted by a cat.

At this moment, Zhang San is like this.

"I don't have it yet, but I should have it in a while." Zhang San hurriedly defended.

"Cut." The little girl in front of him curled her lips in disdain, "You people all say the same thing, every time you say you will pay it back after a while, every time forever It won't be repaid."

…Who is this "you"! Also, you are a little girl, why do you sound like a big brother who has been collecting debts for many years!

Anhuo Shaxi did not wait for Zhang San to defend her again.

Because for her, the order of the shopkeeper is the most important.

So she directly pulled Zhang San's collar, like carrying a chicken, and dragged him out the back door, saying, "You don't have money, don't You, let me go."

"Wait! Wait! I'll just stay five minutes! No, I'll stay three minutes! One minute!"

Zhang San was still struggling when he was dragged out.

However, his strength is still no match for this weak-looking little girl.

When Zhang San was dragged out of the inn, he was in a mess.

The man sitting on the table on the left, looking at him across a door, was close at hand, but far away.

Because once he had the idea of ​​sneaking in, the scary little girl would take him out again with her own hands.

"I, I won't go in, okay?" Zhang San found a corner aggrieved, squatted down, and wanted to wait for an opportunity.

He didn't wait for the opportunity.

But what should I say, he also got a little windfall.

…A kind-hearted eldest sister, seeing him like this, threw him two coins.

Zhang San thought you were sending beggars? While secretly stuffing the copper plate into his pocket.

The room had been watching the person in the left corner for a long time, and then suddenly said, "Brother, that's not right, why haven't people come yet?"

"Shouldn't." The rest of the people were also puzzled.

"It stands to reason that the guy will come, why hasn't he come yet?"