Late Night Bookstore

　　 opened its new store, and it was full of joy.

　　 For Zhou Ze, Zhou Ze did not pay for the decoration and rent of the new store and the expenses you can think of.

　　Xu Qinglang gave half, and the remaining half was the money exchanged for Baiyingying's funeral.

　　 Of course, next Xu Qinglang is ready to "semi-retire", only intends to sell coffee in the bookstore to make small snacks, and live a healthy life.

　　Make money, can only rely on Zhou Ze.

　　 Fortunately, everyone is not very skeptical about Zhou Ze’s ability to make money. The new store is chosen at the location of South Street. There is a lot of people and a lot of ghost traffic.

　　 As long as Boss Zhou promotes the professionalism of not being afraid to endure hardships or staying up late, he will keep sending these ghosts to **** to undergo reformation and be a man again. The problem of earning a lot of money will not be a problem.

　　 Then everyone would squat together in front of the bookstore to burn paper money and wait for someone to drop their wallets, even the fee for going to the bank was waived.

　　 The overall tone of the bookstore is soft and dark, and the bookshelves inside are not densely arranged. The newspapers and magazines that are updated faster are in a row, the novels are in a row, and the remaining serious books are in a separate area.

　　As for teaching materials, Zhou Ze didn't go in again.

　　 The bookstore has a second floor, where three rooms and a bathroom are separated, which is regarded as everyone's living area.

　　 opened on the first day, there were no fireworks and firecrackers, and there was no flower basket salute, everything seemed very simple and calm.

　　The old man cleaned the sanitation with the white warbler, and Zhou Ze sat behind the bar tasting the cocktail that Xu Qinglang had just prepared.

　　 took a sip, put down the glass, and the little monkey picked up the glass and secretly took a sip, and then it just felt terrible and kept sticking out his tongue.

　　 Tang Shi was alone in the bedroom upstairs, she was very homey, if she was okay, she would not be out in the room all day, and she would not be bored.

　　 Everything was packed and ready, and when I was really ready to greet the guests, it was already after dusk, and the sky had dimmed.

　　 Baiyingying carried a plaque on one hand, hung up the "Late Night Book House" sign, and then jumped down, clapped his hands, and confirmed that he was well placed, and then he smiled with satisfaction.

　　 Then, according to the boss's order, she also hanged the two couplet plaques on the left and right sides to fix them.

　　 This is the signboard brought back from the old shop.

　　Bai Yingying asked Zhou Ze what he meant by "Australia" and "If I heard it," Zhou Ze explained that it was simply a story he heard and told everyone.

　　 does not represent one's own point of view, and everyone just listens to pure pleasure, not to be taken seriously.

The bookstore is still a dead business. The living business can only be regarded as an addition. After all, there is a "Tongcheng Bookstore" not far from South Street. A large bookstore specializing in physical books. It is difficult to compete with it. Not so big, and it's not necessary at all.

Zhou Ze remembered that “Tongcheng Bookstore” was the most influential bookstore representative in Tongcheng 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 former heyday, it looks a lot shabby.

　　 Can only say that the popularity of reading only on mobile phones and screens, so that most people have slowly forgotten the habit of reading ink and paper fragrance.

　　Everything is completed, on the right track, the next step is to wait for the business to come.

　　 In fact, the business came quickly. From seven o'clock in the evening to the present, there have been many guests, but they all ordered a cup of coffee or other drinks and sat there to chat and chat. They were all living people.

　　The living people came, and Zhou Ze didn't move at all. Instead, Xu Qinglang kept saying hello and going to make drinks, too busy to deal with.

　　 It was already half past nine to send these guests away. Xu Qinglang took a sip of water and watched Zhou Zedun, who was sitting on the rocking chair, kept feeling unbalanced!

　　 "Lao Zhou, I think we can hang a sign, "Living people are not allowed to enter", what do you think?"

　　 "Then the industry and commerce will come to your door the next day." Zhou Ze rejected Xu Qinglang's proposal without hesitation.

　　 "But I feel more tired than I opened the noodle shop." Xu Qinglang looked sad.

Before he opened the noodle shop, there were not many people who really went to the restaurant to eat. Most of the orders were on the takeaway. As long as he wanted to take a break, he could simply close the takeaway software, but now that the guests come in, you can’t put Will people launch it?

　　 "Look, this is coming."

　　 Zhou Ze looked out the door.

　　 It seems that it is really the location reason. Today a real business is coming quickly.

　　 entered the door was an old lady, leaning on a cane, thin and slightly shrivelled, with a pair of eyes, staring wide, like a dead eye.

　　 The old lady has a little bit of resentment, which means that she actually still has some obsessions, so she failed to go to **** and did not enter the reincarnation.

　　 But her complaint is still far away from the ghosts, and she still belongs to the "human and animal harmless" ghost category.

　　 "Let's prepare food." Zhou Ze said to Xu Qinglang.

　　 Xu Qinglang did not shout bitterly and tiredly this time, in fact, to prepare a vegetable for those who were about to be sent to **** was his suggestion.

　　He felt that Zhou Ze's previous act of sending ghosts directly to **** was too simple and rude. There was no foreplay at all, too dryness and lack of service quality.

　　 Therefore, he suggested that before giving people to hell, they would order a whole meal and give them a line, and they would leave some more money.

　　 is like a movie theater, in addition to the big income of movie tickets, there is a big income from selling cola popcorn.

　　 dishes are also very simple, a plate of dried radish, a plate of peanuts, a bowl of rice with chopsticks upside down, a glass of old rice wine.

　　 are all ready-made things, just install the disk, it is not troublesome.

　　 Laid the small table well, prepared the small stool, and pulled up the curtain to isolate the outside view. Otherwise, if other customers came in to see this scene, it might be a surprise.

　　 This is also considered a small private room, specially prepared for ghosts.

　　Zhou Ze walked over with the tea cup in his hand and said to the old lady: "Please."

　　 The old lady was a little hesitant. As you can see, 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 bull's tears reconciled with Fushui to Lao Tao, who rubbed it on his eyes and saw the old lady.

　　 Honestly, this kind of thing that opened the door to meet the ghost, since the old man hadn't encountered it since he left the Mingdian, for a time, he was a little sighed and couldn't help but think of the boss who is still in Rongcheng.

　　 However, it's coming soon.

　　Lao Tao has sent a notice to his water friends in the live broadcast room that he has not broadcast for a few months. He will restart the live broadcast in the early hours of April 1st, that is, after about 0.20 on March 31st.

　　 That day was the day when the boss said he would come back.

　　The white warbler Ying also sat down with a small bench, the old lady was a little shy, a zombie, a ghost, a mysterious, plus a steaming old crotch,

　　The old lady said Alexander.

　　 Her little complaint, surrounded by this group of wolves, is really not worth mentioning.

　　 "Eat it, after eating it is better to go on the road."

　　Zhou Ze urged.

　　 The old lady smiled, lowered her head, and began to eat.

　　 is terrible like a tiger, but the tiger in the zoo is like a kitten for a breeder.

　　 The old lady went out. If you accidentally give people a glimpse, she may be scared or sickened, but at this time, she can only eat well.

　　 "Aunt, are you dead?" Lao Tao began to ask at this moment.

　　 Lao Dao is an active person, even if he is old, but the more old people, the more old sayings.

　　 He usually talked to the little monkey and said how he demolished the demon five hundred years ago and suppressed a big splash monkey under the clouds of Wuzhi Mountain;

　　The monkey also took the stage, as long as the old man bought a snack, the monkey could sit there listening to the old man blowing one afternoon, and waved his hand from time to time:

　　 "Speak loudly!"

　　 "Three touches."

　　 The old man was confused. He knew that the old lady was speaking in dialect, so he looked at Zhou Ze.

　　 "Sick and dead." Zhou Ze translated.

　　Tongcheng dialect is very different from Mandarin.

　　 "Aunt, this is not okay. Even if you are a ghost, you must not forget to learn. We must learn Mandarin too, otherwise we will wait in hell."

　　If you think about it, there are so many people on Huangquan Road. It is also difficult for you to find someone who can find the dialect of Tongcheng. By then, there is no one who can babble on the road. How boring. "

　　 The old man kindly reminded.

　　 Aunt is a little embarrassed and can only bow her head to eat.

　　 "Do you have any children?" The old man asked again.

　　 "Yu Guo Oh Tei."

　　 The old man looked at Zhou Ze again, meaning that you translated quickly.

　　 "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.

　　The old lady heard the words and froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "The conditions at home are not good." (Xu Qinglang translation)

　　 "Is the condition at home bad?" The old man was not discouraged, and continued: "It's okay, anyway, paper money is not expensive, as long as your child has you in your heart, you can make more money."

　　 "Lying on a hospital bed, there is no money to cure the disease." (Xu Qinglang translation) said the old lady, put down her chopsticks and wiped her tears.

　　 "This is pitiful." The old man wiped tears with him.

　　White warbler is also Nunu mouth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I also feel a little uncomfortable.

"My girl in the hospital bed asked me if I would continue to spend money on treatment. I was lying on the bed at the time and could not speak or move. She cried and told me that if I did not want to continue treatment, I blinked. If I don’t blink, even if I smash the pot and sell the iron, I will cure it."

　　 "This girl is not bad," Lao said, "What do you do?"

　　 "I blinked, then went home from the hospital, and then died." The old lady continued to wipe her tears.

　　 "It's not easy, you are also thinking about your children, it's really great, it's not easy, and children have to live."

　　 In fact, there are a lot of such things in reality, especially in the face of some terminal illnesses, which means that we must continue to throw money into it, and many families cannot support this way of money-spilling treatment.

　　 "Aunt, you are great." Bai Yingying.

　　 "I'll pour you another glass of wine." Xu Qinglang.

　　 One side, watching the tears and whirling of the people around, Zhou Ze couldn't help crying.

　　 He pointed to the old lady’s eyes that had been staring from the beginning of the door and asked:

　　 "How do you blink?"

　　 The old lady heard the words,

Do not cry,

　　 immediately said viciously:

　　 "She asked me,

　　Mom, I ask you, if you don't want to be cured, blink. If you don’t blink, you’ll have to cure me even if you hit the pot and sell the iron.

　　 Then,

　　 waited five minutes,

　　 I can't help it,

　　 blinked.

　　 She immediately began to wipe her tears and said:

it is good,

　　Mom,

　　I know what you mean,

　　 We are dead. "