"How good is the business of Yifeng Building, can I still understand it? I haven't felt sorry for the benefits that will be lost after the building is closed, but you have to worry about me first. Song Qingyi bent the corners of her mouth.

The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed by her words, scratching his ears and cheeks and blushing, and the wood-like pestle was on the side, quite uncomfortable.

After being silent for a long time, he seemed to be unwilling to ask: "Miss, our building really has to be closed?" ”

"Was that too vague what I said before?"

Song Qingyi was still busy with things in his hands, and he lifted his eyelids and replied: "I am the one in charge of Yifeng Building now, I said that it will be closed, where did so much nonsense come from?" ”

The words sounded a little rushed, and the shopkeeper shrank his neck.

The ledger on the table is getting more and more tired with Song Qingyi's movements, since the launch of the new gadget of hot pot in Yifeng Building, the daily business is so good that there is nothing to say, look at the ledger for only a few months, tired can be more than the previous year or two of income.

But even though the business is booming, Yee Fung Lou still has to be concerned.

Song Qingyi's hand holding the account book tightened, and a few yellowed pieces of paper were curled up on the edge, leaving some palm prints, she gently smoothed it, but her heart was still full of chagrin.

After Song Qingyi's words came down, the shopkeeper could only write a notice of the closure of the store with tears.

Black paper and white letters, a few simple strokes to write the depression.

The shopkeeper rolled up the notice and held it in his arms, and took a pot of pasted paper in his hand, and he didn't have the hands to carry the wooden ladder again, so he had to talk to the little guys around him.

"Bring me the ladder from the warehouse, and hold it against the door outside."

The little guy looked at the things in the shopkeeper's hand and was a little stunned, at a loss, and wanted to take a step, but he still stayed in place.

"Shopkeeper, do we have to close Yifeng Building?" The little girl spoke, and her voice was a little choked, "Miss, she ......"

The shopkeeper frowned, there were a lot of things he wanted to say, but when he came to his mouth, he still had hard words: "Don't ask so much, go quickly." ”

The little guy paused, with a dry posture, and his steps were slow.

The news of the closure of the store spread all over the Yifeng Building, from the shopkeeper to the small servant, as well as some maids who did fine work, all of them looked worried.

Song Qingyi sat on the roof of the building, looked at this familiar cubicle, closed his eyes, and in his mind, he was once like a city again.

The little guy was sitting at the bottom of the building, puzzled, when Song Qingyi walked down, he listened to them talk about what his future should be.

The voice of discussion was bursting, worried, and the corners of his mouth were full of astringency, but Song Qingyi still had to pretend to be calm and confident.

"What nonsense are you talking about here? Yifeng Lou is closed, but there are thousands of restaurants in the capital, why can't you go somewhere else to find a good place? ”

Song Qingyi had a loud voice and a sharp voice, and the little guys looked at her in unison, with a panic on their faces.

A group of people's eyes turned red involuntarily, and they hurriedly pulled up the corners of their clothes to wipe their tears.

"Miss, we can have other places to go when we leave Yifeng Building, but our group of brothers who used to work together must also be gone, scattered, and broken like that fluffy grass."

He worked in the building when he was a child, and several people who were slightly younger than him were promoted and cultivated by him alone, how can that relationship be comparable to that between ordinary friends.

Song Qingyi sighed lightly, found a step and sat down: "The old one doesn't go, the new one doesn't come, this is the reason why Yifeng Building closes the store, and it is also the reason why you are separated now." ”

A penny is hard to beat a hero, and that's just the way it goes.

Song Qingyi used to be a Taobao customer service, and his speech was at a high level.

After listening to this, a few little guys were all in good spirits, and they were all tidying up in Yifeng Building one by one, and they were also full of enthusiasm.

The notice written by the shopkeeper is big enough to occupy half of the façade of Yifeng Building, and the black and white words look dazzling, and many diners who come here have stopped at the closed gate.

"Yifeng Lou is getting something, how can a good store be closed, I saw that the shopkeeper was still smiling like a chrysanthemum a few days ago."

"Who knows, I just heard from Aunt Liu from the next village yesterday. In order to come to eat inside, I got up early in the morning and ran out of the mountain, first in the building is to see, and the door is closed and the notice is pasted, bad luck. ”

"Let's just let the person in charge of the building evaluate the reasoning, so a prosperous store will be closed, so let's let a group of people who come here to do it?"

There is a lot of discussion, and the momentum is overwhelming.

Song Qingyi was separated by a door, and his eardrum could also be shaken by their voices.

The shopkeeper was already in a bad mood, and he couldn't get better by the sound outside the door, his eyes were red against the gap between the two doors, and his fingers were buckled on the door, white.

"Leave them alone, they'll be scattered after a while." Song Qingyi sat in a different position, dragging his head with his hands, groggy.

The shopkeeper pursed his lips and did not speak.

It wasn't until the evening that the sound at the door finally quieted down.

There were a few chatters, and the rest was just the hawkers at the night market.

It is said that the thirty-six strategies are the best policy, although she Song Qingyi can run away from the monk and can't run the temple, she still has the ability to hide from people.

Song Qingyi never thought that Yifeng Lou's business could be so good before, so good that she was about to start to be helpless.

In the past, when she was still in modern times, she followed her friends to eat a Haidilao on the street, and she always complained about the large number of people, but now it seems that Haidilao's business is a drop in the bucket compared to Yifeng Building.

When it was too late, Song Qingyi opened a small crack in the door of Yifeng Building.

The shopkeeper and the group of servants all went to sleep, and she looked at the deserted street with a blank sigh.

"Why is Yifeng Building closed?" There was a whisper above his head, and Song Qingyi was stunned, as if he heard his own whispering.

She looked up and stared at Meng Yu's backlit figure on horseback.

Strong and mighty, it's no wonder that so many girls like it.

Song Qingyi restrained his expression and wrinkled his face: "It's not because of your words?" ”

"Me?" Meng Yu raised his eyebrows, and soon coughed lightly as if he remembered something, quite embarrassed.

On the way here, he thought about the possibility that this girl would suddenly close the store, but he just didn't think about the reason in his own words.

"Yes, it's you." Song Qingyi is a proper frosted cabbage, and she is dying.

She didn't know which string she touched in Meng Yu's heart, and the first general actually used a seductive tone: "I see that your hot pot restaurant is doing well, if you don't mind, you can open another one in my name, you are still the principal." ”

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingyi's eyes brightened, and he got up from the ground with a bone, and poured tea for Meng Yu with doglegs, "You say ...... you say"