His throat was so dry that there was a tea bowl next to him, but Steward Kong didn't dare to drink it, because he thought it would be too rude.

The young man surnamed Tian, who had already won the gamble, had been standing, and he was not only sitting, but also drinking tea just now, which was too contemptuous of the shopkeeper Tian.

In the past, these thoughts, Steward Kong could only have them when facing the masters in the palace who were higher than his own status, but at this time, facing Tian Shiyi, he unconsciously put himself in the position of a subordinate. If nothing else, just because of the knowledge of Confucius's many years, it can be seen that this young man surnamed Tian will be a dragon and phoenix among people in the future.

had already lost the gamble, and Steward Kong had already lost his heart again, and his attitude towards Brother Eleven was naturally extremely respectful.

Calling Tian Gongzi in his mouth, Steward Kong actually took an invitation from his sleeve and came out. It turned out that this invitation had been written last night, and King Hui had even arranged who would receive Tian Shiyi.

It stands to reason that the palace lost the gamble, and according to the gambling agreement, King Hui and Tian Shiyi should meet. But yesterday, King Li Hui felt that he would definitely win, and Tian Shiyi was just a commoner, so it was not good to meet directly with the respect of the prince, so he arranged for Zhao, the son of his grandson, to meet Tian Shiyi only. Now it's too late to go back and revise the invitation, so Steward Kong has to take it out.

It stands to reason that the meeting between the dignified prince and Tian Shiyi is already a big face, but today, Steward Kong was so shocked that he felt guilty for a while.

Glancing at the gold-inlaid invitation, Tian Shiyi nodded in response, feeling that it seemed easier to communicate with the prince of the palace.

Seeing that Tian Gongzi did not have a dissatisfied look, Steward Kong relieved his heart, politely complimented Tian Shopkeeper a few words, and then fled with a few account keepers.

As for how to report the loss of the gambling game to King Hui, Steward Kong is afraid that he will have to spend another brain.

After sending off Steward Kong, Pu Cheng sent the list of congratulatory gifts from the officials and gentry to Brother Eleven and Sister Baihua.

Fang Baihua was still holding the cornucopia very unproductively and refused to let go, looking at the numbers on the list, but he almost threw the cornucopia to the ground.

The laughter of boys and girls "hahaha" echoed in the west building, attracting the waiters to come and see secretly, and I don't know what could make Brother Eleven and Sister Baihua so happy.

"More than 30,000 times, hahaha......"

Brother Eleven laughed wildly.

All the congratulatory gifts combined, the total value is more than 30,000 yuan, which is simply a huge amount of money, and this is not counting the cornucopia held in Fang Baihua's arms.

No wonder it is said that those officials who hold real power must have more than this number for a casual life, and they do not need to buy and operate, and being an official is really the most profitable "business" in the world.

Although the restaurant didn't make a penny today, the congratulatory gifts and lottery draws made a full 48,000 yuan. Of course, I still don't count the cornucopia, which is easier than grabbing money.

Fang Baihua whispered: "Eleven Lang, why don't we draw a lottery every day in the future?" "The mobile phone side of the second memory provides you with wonderful \ novel reading.

"Don't think about it." Tian Shiyi said, this kind of thing is only once, and there can be no next time.

Sister Baihua pouted a little, but he really didn't dare to refute what Eleven Lang had decided, so he had to hold the cornucopia and snicker. Looking at Fang Baihua's appearance at this time, it is estimated that she will also hug this big golden basin tightly when she sleeps tonight.

It's just that there is no lottery anymore, firstly, it is not a legitimate business after all, and secondly, because Tian Shiyi wants to cooperate with the royal government to start a new business, and at that time, anyone who dares to organize a lottery will become the target of the attack.

The west building was full of joy, because Brother Eleven gave bonuses to all the employees, and also asked the kitchen to make a few good banquets for everyone to celebrate.

It's a pity that Brother Eleven himself wants to go back to the other courtyard, because Monk Fang and Yu Sanniang are still waiting for him there.

"Excuse me......"

Outside the restaurant, a person asked stiffly, but it was Ping Daoren, who had thick arms, thick legs and a big head.

When Master Ping came back, he naturally wanted to ask for three arithmetic problems.

After all, he is nearly thirty years old, and he will naturally not be too bad at dealing with people, and Ping Daoren can see at a glance that Tian Shiyi is the person in charge of this building.

Tian Shiyi had a good impression of Ping Daoren, although he still used "Mr. Xilou" as an excuse, he explained the solution ideas of the three questions to Ping Dajiang in detail, and listened to Ping Daoren's admiration.

After talking with Ping Daoren for a while, Tian Shiyi's heart became more and more fond of it, and the idea of taking him under his command became even stronger.

Some things are in a hurry, and you have to wait for Xiu Hua to really investigate the situation clearly, and then you can think of a way.

Ping Daoren repeatedly pleaded, hoping to meet Mr. Xilou. Tian Shiyi agreed with him that they would meet in the West Building two days later, but he didn't say anything to death, only that Mr. West Building would come.

After thanking him for his kindness, Master Ping turned around and left, but Zong Ze, Li Gang, and Qin Hui went and returned.

The three of them entered the building, and when they saw Tian Shiyi here, Li Gang and Qin Hui were dumbfounded, only Zong Ze twisted his beard and smiled secretly.

Qin Hui also learned at this time that the "scum" in the mouths of Zong Ze and Li Gang was actually the little shopkeeper who returned his thirty copper coins at the beginning.

I don't know why, the three of them decided that Tian Shiyi was Mr. Xilou, no matter how Brother Eleven clarified, the three of them just didn't listen.

In the end, Li Gang actually took out the folding fan that Tian Shiyi gave him on the spot.

The words written on the fan by the eleventh brother are very ugly, but Li Gang is willing to write his words under the ugly words.

After writing the fan, Li Gang returned the folding fan to Tian Shiyi, and after a lot of hard work, he shook his head and sighed and left.

Seeing the three of them leaving, Brother Eleven looked at the words on the fan and couldn't laugh or cry.

I saw that the fan wrote: "One table of talents is eight buckets, and one table of scum is forbidden." ”

This is the fan after Li Gang filled in, which clearly hopes that Brother Eleven can change his evil ways and return to the right, be strict with himself, and get back on the right path. It seems that in Li Gang's mind, Tian Shiyi is really a scumbag, a scum who is only eight buckets high.

I don't know what's going on today, as soon as the three of them left, Xiu Huazhen came in a hurry.

Ping Daoren's matter has not yet been investigated, but Xiu Huazhen has brought a bad news, someone is spreading it in the city, saying that the great poet Xilou is a young man, and his name is Tian Shiyi.

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