Hearing Wang Xiang's generous words, Wu Bencao's eyes suddenly lit up and he saw a great business opportunity.

Wang Xiang's family runs a gambling house business and has a small influence in Goose City. In this bad weather, residents who have a lot of money often go to the gambling house to play money and pass the time, which means that at this time, there are many people in the gambling house.

If Wang Xiang is willing to advertise for him and go back to the gambling house to shout, he will definitely attract everyone's attention. Shao Dongjia proved the miraculous effect of the medicinal diet of the wormwood bar by example, which was the most convincing and made everyone feel a strong interest.

Wu believes that it won't be long before customers come to him.

He should have thought of this trick a long time ago, and asked Wang Xiang to come forward to help, which is much more reliable than setting off firecrackers, dragon and lion dances, etc., to complete the task of two fans, it is not a problem.

The depression in his chest was swept away, and he said with a smile: "Just so righteous to you, next time I come out with a new dish, I will give you a free order." ”

"Gotcha!" Wang Xiang smiled, picked up the oil-paper umbrella and walked out, "You wait, I'll call someone for you!"

He was as light as a swallow and rushed into the rain.

Looking at his distant back, Wu Bencao remembered that there was an important store rule that he forgot to say, he couldn't call too many people.

The gambling house is not far from here, after a stick of incense, countless umbrellas floated out at the end of Hanzheng Street, black pressed a piece, and walked towards this side in a mighty way, quite a gangster fighting momentum.

"A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet each other, and Shoko's appeal is really strong!"

Wu Bencao stood at the door, and when he saw this scene, he was overjoyed, as if he saw the white flower yuan stone flowing into the cash cabinet.

"Throughout the ages, those who dare to gamble and sit in the village are all heroes, black and white. If you can rely on the power of the Wang family and protect the safety of the shop, you don't have to think about cooperating with the three major families......"

As he thought so, the group had come to the door and folded their umbrellas into the house.

To his surprise, the leader was Wang Xiang's grandfather, Wang Shouyi. This old gentleman is over the age of old, usually stays at home, lives in deep care, and is willing to brave the rain to come to the door today, which can be said to have given enough face.

Wu Bencao was slightly stunned and figured out the joints.

Wang Xiang is the only seedling in the family, and he has been most spoiled by his grandfather since he was a child, and is regarded as the pearl of his palm. Last year, he failed to open his pulse, and the elders in the family were very sorry, thinking that the family was poor, and with his condition, it would be difficult to keep the family business in the future.

The most distressed is, of course, Mr. Wang.

And today, Wu Bencao helped Wang Xiang open up the path of cultivation with a bowl of open pulse soup, and the Wang family was overjoyed. After Mr. Wang learned about it just now, he was so excited that he burst into tears, and he must come to see what kind of magical friend his grandson has met.

Accompanied by his entourage, the old man stepped forward and saluted Wu Bencao with his fists, his face full of red light, "Being a little friend of the grass, Ling Zun's medical skills are clever, I have heard of it, I don't want you to be so young, so I will inherit his mantle, amazing skills, admire!"

His foreign accent was no weaker than that of his grandson, and sure enough, he also shouted as a quilt.

These rivers and lakes were supposed to be used for the intersection of peers, but he put down his seniority and took the initiative to greet him with a very humble attitude.

Wu Bencao was sincerely frightened, and said politely: "Wang Xiang and I have known each other since childhood, and the old man is so elevated, the younger generation doesn't know how to deal with himself. You may be seated!"

Wang Shouyi sat down at the dining table with a kind smile, "Xiang'er can open the pulse, it all depends on Xiaoyou's soup of hope." When he came home just now, he was full of praise, saying that it was the most delicious soup he had ever drunk. The old man came to the door, mainly to thank him, and in addition, he also wanted to taste what hope was like. ”

Behind him, the gamblers who rushed to him couldn't hold back for a long time, and echoed: "Yes, we all want to see what kind of miraculous potion can make people rekindle hope and open the pulse successfully!"

The person who spoke had not yet opened his pulse, and he was rushing to seek medical treatment.

Someone else said: "Wang Gongzi has eaten the entire Hanzheng Street, and his appetite is famous for Diao." I have the same idea as the old man, although I have opened my pulse and practiced, I also want to taste a bowl of hope soup to see if the son is bragging. ”

The others laughed.

There is a vivid example of Wang Xiang, who does not doubt the efficacy of the soup of hope, but does not believe that the medicine that can help people open their pulses can also be made into a delicious soup.

Although they didn't say anything, they all thought in their hearts that Wang Xiang reciprocated the favor and deliberately exaggerated, which was nothing more than trying to help Wu Bencao solicit customers. How good can the soup made by a teenager taste good?

Wu Bencao heard their doubts and smiled warmly, "The small shop opened today, thank you for coming." However, the store has limited space, and I am the only one who sells up to 20 bowls a day. ”

It's false to say that he can't be busy, as long as he does this to take care of the pill industry, he doesn't want to cause a violent impact all at once, forcing the entire industry to be his enemy, and he can't be at peace every day.

Someone replied: "It's okay, it's raining hard outside anyway, we are all idle and bored, and there is time to wait for you to make soup, you can take your time." As for the place, isn't there a few beds where we can sit on the edge of the bed and eat. ”

Wu Bencao scratched his head and said shyly: "I'm sorry, these beds are for people who open their pulses." After the customer finishes the soup, either leave the shop immediately, or, spend two yuan stones, sit on the bed and open the pulse......"

"What did you say?"

The person who replied leaned back on his buttocks and was about to sit on the bed, when he heard this, he jumped up violently, as if he had been electrocuted, and quickly dodged the projectile and shot far away.

"Find a place to sit, and even collect money? And ask for two yuan stones? How can you do such a business, you are opening a black shop!"

Wang Xiang sat next to him and laughed, "That's what I said when I first entered the store. Look at the price list again, the soup of hope, the price is six yuan a bowl, don't drink it and pay the bill. ”

He looked at the crowd with indescribable pride.

It turned out that Wu Bencao didn't lie to him, he really had to charge money for going to bed, and the price was as high as two yuan stones. In this way, I can sit on it for free, not to mention saving two yuan stones, wouldn't it be very face-saving?

Hearing his reminder, everyone's faces changed suddenly, and then they realized that it was indeed a black shop.

They looked at each other with remorse, knowing that this was the case, and they would never say stupid things to taste the taste.

It was the person who hadn't opened the pulse yet, his expression was as usual, and he wasn't frightened by the sky-high price of six yuan, "The Kaimai Pill can only be tried once, and it is sold for five yuan on the market, and the Kaimai soup sold by the little brother can be tried many times, but it is only one piece more expensive, so is it considered black?"

As he spoke, he walked to the counter, took out six yuan stones, and put them on the table, "I only sell twenty bowls a day, well, I have decided to eat this bowl." ”

After he reminded him like this, Old Man Wang reacted quickly and raised his hand to greet him, "Grass Xiaoyou, I'll also come to the bowl to try it." ”

No matter what the taste of the soup of hope is, just by helping his grandson open his pulse, he should also take care of Wu Bencao's business and support the scene.

However, everyone is not as wealthy as him, and most of them came with the mentality of watching the excitement, and at the moment they were retreating in their hearts, and they didn't dare to speak up again.

Thirty or forty people came, and as a result, only nine people were willing to buy soup, except for the old man, who were all unenlightened people.

A short middle-aged man walked to the back, and he didn't forget to save face, "Boss Xiao Wu, it's not that I don't believe you, we all want to open our eyes, and it's not too late to make a decision after they finish tasting." ”