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"Guest officer, these 6,000 yuan is not only the money to buy the first floor, since my owner is leaving the capital, there is also a house covering an area of more than three acres two streets away, which is also included, how about it?"

Are you really stupid buddy? The price of the shop doing business is the price of the shop, and the house in the alley is the price of the house, which is also an area of three acres, but the price is several times different.

"Four thousand five hundred!"

"Five thousand five hundred!"

"Four thousand six hundred!"

"Five thousand four hundred!"

……

The two of them fought like a bull, you went back and forth, and finally made a deal at the price of 5,000 yuan.

The old shopkeeper immediately asked for a pen, ink, paper, inkstone and set up a note, and happily signed and drew the charge, and the black bull brother sweated profusely and pulled a box of silver cakes, and the big seal in the Kaifeng Mansion was stamped, and the transaction was completed.

Yang Huairen felt that everything was going too well, and seemed to feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't say why.

If you just look at the price of the transaction, a restaurant and a house, although the location is not a good location, 5,000 guan is considered to take some advantage, but the other party seems to be a little strange, at the beginning of the appearance is real, the transaction is completed, after getting a box of silver cakes, the things are not cleaned up, so they rush out of the city in a panic.

The guys in the store had no intention of staying, except for the bronze-skinned barrel-hated boy, who left all of them.

Brother Hei Niu and Sister Lian'er went back to move, and only Yang Huairen and the boy in the tube hat were left on the first floor.

"Little brother, what do you call it?"

"My name is Sheep Lotte."

"Oh? And for the brother is the family. ”

"The owner is Mu Yiyang? The little bottom is the sheep of the cattle and the sheep. ”

"But the Goats? How old is this year? ”

"The owner is really erudite, and Xiaodi is a native of Taishan Pingyang, and he is fourteen years old this year."

Yang Huairen smiled, it was not that he was erudite, he happened to know a buddy surnamed Yang in his previous life, who was a native of SHANXI Taishan.

The fourteen genius in front of him is about the same height as the eighteen-year-old Yang Huairen, and what interests him even more is that although the first floor is not a big restaurant, it is still much older than the average restaurant, and he can be in charge at the age of fourteen, which is surprising.

"You're the head chef in the back kitchen?"

"No, Xiao Di is just an apprentice, and the cooks are gone before the ducks are on the shelves...... The owner ......"

Yang Lotian wanted to speak and stopped, hesitantly raised his eyes to look at Yang Huairen, and lowered his head gloomily.

"Brother Yang, if you have anything to say, just tell your brother directly, and my brother will never embarrass you."

"Didn't the previous proprietor feel strange that he left in such a hurry?"

"Brother Sheep knows why?"

"Owner, this and the first floor actually have three floors."

Yang Lotian lowered his head and said softly, but Yang Huairen heard a chill and climbed up to the Tianling cover along his back with a chill, and looked up at the first floor, which was indeed only two floors, and suddenly got goosebumps.

Could it be that this kid has opened his eyes and can see the things of the underworld?

Yang Huairen bared his teeth and couldn't speak, Yang Lotian licked his lips, "There is a huge cellar under our feet. ”

Yang Huairen swallowed and foamed, "Classmate Xiaoyang, don't gasp when you speak, okay?" Although my brother is an atheist, you are wrong to scare me so much. ”

Yang Lotian rubbed his nose, "What's there to be afraid of, the terrible thing is behind." ”

"Once you finish speaking, what does this cellar have to do with the previous proprietor hurrying out of the city?"

"The cellar of ordinary shops is mostly used to dry some seasonal vegetables in the shade for winter needs, but in this large cellar on the first floor, there are 800 jars of good Shaoxing daughter red."

"Isn't that a good thing?" The second monk Yang Huairen was puzzled, 800 jars of good wine must be worth a lot of money, which is equivalent to him marrying a daughter-in-law and a sister-in-law, what's wrong with this?

"The problem is that these 800 good daughters on the altar can't be sold or drunk. Can the owner know that Wang Shengchengang of Nanyang County was robbed the year before last? ”

Yang Huairen has only been in the Great Song Dynasty for two days, how can he have heard about what happened two years ago?

"The birthday of the king of Nanyang County was robbed, what does it have to do with us and the first floor?"

"In the cellar, the eight hundred jars of Shaoxing's daughter's red celadon wine altar fell to Zhao Zhixun of Hangzhou Zhizhou, and this Zhao Zhixun is the person who sent this birthday gang."

Now Yang Huairen understood that the year before last, Zhao Zhixun, the prefect of Hangzhou, sent him a birthday gang in order to curry favor with Zhao Zongchu, the king of Nanyang County, but he was robbed before he arrived in the capital.

And one of the looted goods is the good Shaoxing daughter red who is lying in the cellar of the first floor.

"The original proprietor of the first floor is a robber from the Green Forest?"

"He also just took down this restaurant half a year ago, where can it be a robber?"

"Wouldn't it be better to exchange these good wines for wine jars and sell them as loose wine?"

"The owner doesn't know that the thirty-year-old and authentic Shaoxing daughter Hong, not to mention the city of Tokyo, even the entire Great Song Dynasty is no longer able to find a hundred altars. Connoisseurs who know how to taste wine will know that if they inquire about it, they will always think of the case of the year before last. ”

Yang Huairen has two big heads, and the wine hidden in the cellar on the first floor not only can't be exchanged for money, but it is like 800 time bombs, and I don't know which day he will be blown to pieces.

If you can't solve this problem, you don't have to think about opening a business, let alone making money.

"How do you know? Why tell me? ”

Yang Huairen discovered the strangeness of Yang Lotian, how could a fourteen-year-old boy be so aware of a huge case two years ago? And the business on the first floor is bleak, and everyone else has found another way, but he is the only one who stays, what is the purpose?

"Boss, I'm just a little cook, and once I accidentally went into the cellar and found those good wines.

And I stayed because I was an orphan and had no one to rely on in the city of Tokyo, and the chef on the first floor took me in, so I didn't starve to death on the streets......"

"I see, what about Master Liu, didn't he do it on the first floor?"

At the mention of Master Liu, Yang Lotian looked up at the distant sky, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Chef Liu is the chef on the first floor, and popping belly is his specialty, I wanted to learn from Master Liu the skills of cooking to settle down, but unfortunately a few months ago he suddenly had hysteria, and he either forgot to put salt when he started cooking, or put it three or four times, so he smashed a lot of deals, and then went back to his hometown."

From Yang Letian's disappointed expression, Yang Huairen seemed to see the shadow of his youth, the hesitant teenager always squatted alone on the curb and looked up at the sky, but he couldn't see the confused future.

"Do you really want to be a cook?"

Yang Lotian nodded silently.

"Okay, I'll teach you how to make an authentic belly pop first."

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