Chapter 8 "A Good Earner"
"I'm really a good hand at making money!"
Looking at the extra 10,000 yuan in his account, Zhou Ze was more excited, and immediately found a luxurious hotel to live in.
"A good money-maker?" At the bottom of his heart, Dao Ye's mechanical voice sounded again: "If it weren't for Dao Ye's existence, would you be able to win that Bian Ren?" It's a tie at best. ”
"Then thank you Daoye." Zhou Ze responded with a smile.
Na Bian Ren did have real skills, but unfortunately he met himself.
"Before repairing the Taoist temple, it is better to order a delicious meal." Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone in a self-muttering manner.
I don't know if I don't look at my phone, but when I look at my account, Zhou Ze is dumbfounded.
"My money!"
The huge red deficit on the mobile phone screen filled Zhou Ze's eyes.
"What's it called?" Dao Ye's voice sounded: "Naturally, I took it to repair the Taoist temple, and the 10,000 yuan changed the door, do you look good." ”
"Oh no, it's not 10,000 yuan, I won't count it with you if you kid spent 200 dollars to stay in a hotel." Dao Ye added again.
At this time, the appearance of a Taoist temple appeared in Zhou Ze's mind, and sure enough, the originally crumbling wooden door had been replaced with a set of dazzling painted red doors.
"That's my money!" Zhou Ze shouted in his heart: "How can you take away my money at will!" ”
Zhou Ze didn't get a response from the Taoist Master, and continued to roar in his heart: "I was originally going to find someone to repair the Taoist temple!" But before that, do I have to be able to support myself? ”
"Looking for someone to repair the Taoist temple?" Dao Ye's emotionless voice sounded: "That's not necessary, if you earn money, I can directly repair the Taoist Temple." ”
"Then what can you do with my money to repair the Taoist temple so magically?" Zhou Ze felt that he had been deceived by this master, and he was deceived very thoroughly!
At least my dinner is gone!
"How can I fix it if I don't have money." Dao Ye responded.
Zhou Ze sighed helplessly, instead of entangling with Dao Ye here about what had happened, it was better to find a way to soothe his already screaming stomach.
After looking at the time, you should be able to make a night market for people to calculate and earn some money before dinner.
Zhou Ze turned over and went out and set up a fortune-telling stall in the old street.
During the day, the streets were still full of antiques, calligraphy and painting stalls, but I didn't expect to be occupied by all kinds of snacks at night, and even next to my place, the place that originally belonged to Hu Su'an was occupied by a fried skewer truck.
Smelling the aroma wafting from the street, Zhou Ze complained again and again.
The old street at night has become a night market, and passers-by have stopped to find the food they yearn for, but none of them have asked Zhou Ze for fortune telling.
Dao Ye also spoke inappropriately at this moment: "At night, which good person will come to tell fortunes..."
"Don't speak." Zhou Ze endured his hunger and scolded Dao Ye.
"Run! Chengguan is coming! ”
Suddenly, I don't know who shouted, the snack cart hurriedly started, and one by one fled like a mouse seeing a cat.
"Why don't you run again?" Leng Qiaoshuang, who was standing in front of Zhou Ze, was speechless, why is this guy a little shameless, and he didn't run away when he saw the chengguan.
However, this little Taoist priest was kind to himself after all, and Leng Qiaoshuang didn't say anything.
Zhou Ze slowly raised his head, and saw Leng Qiaoshuang said weakly: "What are you running, where do you get the strength to run after not eating for a day..."
"You haven't eaten all day?" Leng Qiaoshuang squatted down and asked in a low voice, "Have you spent all the money I gave you during the day?" ”
"Hmm." Zhou Ze nodded.
Leng Qiaoshuang didn't get to the bottom of the matter that Zhou Ze had money but didn't spend it on food, and smiled warmly: "Go, let me treat you to a meal." ”
"You're inviting me to dinner?" Zhou Ze looked at Leng Qiaoshuang suspiciously.
"Yes." Leng Qiaoshuang nodded: "The little Taoist helped me relieve the pain, so I naturally want to treat you to a meal." ”
The word dysmenorrhea is simple, but when it hurts, it really kills!
"It's okay to invite me to dinner." Zhou Ze secretly said in his heart that the appearance of the life-saving benefactor was really timely, and at the same time he said to Leng Qiaoshuang seriously: "In addition, I am not a little Taoist, I am the master of Qingfeng Taoist Temple!" ”
"Got it!" Leng Qiaoshuang smiled and walked towards another street with Zhou Ze.
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"Daoist Bian Ren, I lost 10,000 yuan in vain, how can this account be calculated?" At the dinner table, the man spoke with a gloomy face.
Bian Ren obviously had something on his mind, and said sluggishly: "This time you asked me to go down the mountain, and I will give you a waiver." ”
"The Dao Leader is really immortal wind Dao bones." When the man heard this, his face immediately changed, and he personally poured a glass of wine for Bian Ren.
Hu Suan looked at the old fox in a dish, and couldn't help but curse secretly.
Then he looked at the man and said, "Sir, did we suffer this dumb loss like this?" ”
"So what do you say?"
Hu Suan glanced at his senior brother, and seeing that the latter did not react, he pushed his mobile phone in front of the man with a wicked smile.
"Sir, look, now there are mixed reviews of our Taoist priests on the Internet, if Mr. burns a fire on it, how many days can Zhou Ze be arrogant?" Hu Suan said insidiously: "Isn't he asking for money? We made him not make a penny! ”
"Great idea!" The man's eyes rolled, and he suddenly thought of something and said, "Then this matter will also have an impact on the two Dao Masters." ”
"We may have to go back to the mountain tonight, and if we lose such a big person to our master, we don't have to think that my master will call me back." Hu Suan said helplessly.
The man asked Bian Ren again, "That Bian Dao Chief..."
"It's time for me to go into retreat." This time, Bian Ren's self-confidence was obviously hit too hard by Zhou Ze.
"That's good." The man made up his mind and dialed a phone call: "Hey, is it a water army?" I bought a water army to rush a hot search... How many people? ... The more the merrier! ”
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"I said you, eat slowly." Seeing Zhou Ze gobbling up, Leng Qiaoshuang intimately handed him a tissue.
"Thank you, sister." Zhou Ze said vaguely, his mouth full of noodles.
Leng Qiaoshuang said apologetically: "I don't have any money, so I can only invite you to eat a bowl of noodles." ”
"What are you talking about, Sister Leng, this noodle is so delicious!"
"That's good."
"Ring, ring, ring." Leng Qiaoshuang picked up the phone, her face became solemn, and after answering a few times, she looked at Zhou Ze and put down the phone hesitantly.
"It's okay, Sister Leng, if you have something to do, get busy first!" Zhou Ze saw Leng Qiaoshuang's entanglement, and said with a smile.
"I'm fine..."
Leng Qiaoshuang didn't say anything directly, but asked Zhou Ze a question: "Zhou Ze, are you really short of money?" ”
Thinking that his 10,000 yuan would be swept away by that master casually, Zhou Ze nodded fiercely with a pain in pain: "It's very lacking!" ”
"I just got the news that the video of you and Bian Ren competing has been posted on the Internet, which has had a great negative impact... It's even on the hot search..."
"Hot search?" Zhou Ze was interested: "Let me see if I'm handsome in the video?" ”
Looking at Zhou Ze, who stretched out his hand, Leng Qiaoshuang shook his head and continued: "It's not this matter that is serious, it's serious in order to reduce the impact, our leaders decided to renovate that old street and drive away you fortune tellers and small traders and vendors who sell antiques..."
Zhou Ze's hand was stunned in the air, and after a long time, he slowly spit out a sentence:
"So I've only been on work for a day and I'm unemployed?"