"Oh, Mr. Zhongli, the business of the teahouse is booming today, and there is no place for it, why don't you wait for a while and see if anyone will give up the place."

Fan Erye, the owner of Heyu Teahouse, saw that Zhongli was coming, and hurriedly greeted him.

Although Mr. Zhongli loves to pay on credit, he is definitely the most popular guest wherever he goes.

Because Mr. Zhongli has always been generous, he only drinks the best tea and eats the most exquisite dim sum when listening to books!

"It's actually Mr. Zhongli, it's rare to meet by chance, why don't you sit with us?"

Anping saw that Zhongli seemed to be about to leave because he had no seat, and his heart moved, so he took the initiative to invite Zhongli to sit together.

This move is also to form a good relationship with Zhongli, and I hope that he will help him when he goes to negotiate with Hu Tao to sponsor the insurance business.

"Oh, you know me?"

Zhongli looked at An Ping, although his tone was puzzled, but there was not much expression on his face.

"How could I not know Mr. Zhongli, the famous guest of the Afterlife Hall? Why don't you sit down and talk? ”

Only knew that Zhongli spent all his money to repay the bill, and Anping enthusiastically got up and invited Zhongli to take a seat.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Zhongli sat down and beckoned Xiao Er.

"A pot of spring breeze jade dew, a plate of crystal osmanthus cake."

Mora-8000.

The smile on Anping's face, which was not yet ready, froze, he and Ying didn't spend three thousand Mora on Paimon combined, Zhongli just sat down for a pot of tea and went to six thousand Mora, and a plate of snacks went to two thousand Mora.

Forget it, in order to attract the investment in the afterlife, reduce 8,000 and reduce 8,000.

Although Anping has a little money in his hands now, if he wants to do the insurance industry, even if the Northland Bank compensates him for the 100 million Mora in one go, it is not enough to plug his teeth.

What's more, Anping doesn't have a big enough background to believe that he can afford to pay after buying his insurance.

The Hall of the Dead is different, in Liyue there is no mountain or water, but there is a saying?

At the end of Liyue is the Hall of the Dead.

The reputation and wealth accumulated by the seventy-seven generations of the Death Hall are unimaginable.

Otherwise, how can you afford a person like Zhongli?

"Mr. Zhongli has good taste, good taste."

Anping pinched his nose and confessed!

"It's just leisure, not taste."

Zhongli is always so light and breezy when he speaks.

After Fan Erye personally brought the tea and poured it, Zhongli took it and took a sip gently, listened carefully to the storyteller's story for a while, and sighed with a slight smile on his face.

"I've heard a lot of stories about gods and immortals, and I can occasionally hear the stories of mortals, which is especially interesting."

"The essence is still that the mortal is ignorant, the official is incompetent, and finally relies on the half-immortal to take out the magic weapon given by the emperor himself to turn the tables. At the end of the day, it's still boasting about the Emperor, and that's what we Liyue people love to hear. ”

After listening to An Ping's opinion, Zhongli shook his head with a smile, took another sip of tea, and watched Paimon frantically steal his crystal osmanthus cake.

"What trouble did you have with Mondstadt?"

Zhongli put down the teacup and asked.

"Mr. Zhongli, how did you know I was still in Mondstadt?"

Anping, who had just snatched a piece of osmanthus cake from Paimon, was a little surprised.

"It's hard not to notice that you've been watching with envy all day long. Not to mention, your fleet has been in a lot of turmoil, and I know it's not surprising that you've been to Mondstadt, so why don't you tell me about your experiences in Mondstadt? ”

“… Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. ”

Who can not envy the days when your old man will be reimbursed after enjoying it every day...

An Ping didn't expect that he had been discovered a long time ago, and his eyes were still a little too explicit.

Despite all that he said, Anping still talked to Zhongli a little bit about what they had encountered in Mondstadt, and of course the content about Wendy was rotting in his stomach.

"I didn't expect you to have such an adventure, it's really interesting."

Zhongli wanted to touch a piece of osmanthus cake, but he didn't expect that the plate was empty.

"Give us another plate of crystal osmanthus cake."

"Okay!"

Anping's Mora minus another two thousand.

It's just a little money, endure it, endure it.

"Mr. Zhongli, I actually have something I want to ask you."

After watching Zhongli taste the osmanthus cake and take another sip of tea with satisfaction, Anping finally saw the dagger.

This can't be given in vain!

"Oh? I don't know what's going on, but let's hear it. ”

Zhongli didn't agree, didn't refuse, just looked at An Ping with interest.

"Actually, I have one thing I want to cooperate with Master Hu, which will help Master Hu greatly expand her business market..."

An Ping leaned in front of Zhongli and whispered, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhongli.

"Then you should go to Master Hutang, instead of telling me that I am just a little guest in the Death Hall, and I can't be the master."

"No, no, no, I don't want you to call the shots, Mr. Zhongli, I just want me to talk to Master Hu about this matter, Mr. Zhongli, you will help me say a few kind words on the side."

Anping believed that Zhongli could be idle all day long and hang his accounts in the Hall of the Dead, so he must have a lot to do with Hall Master Hu.

"The hall master, her ideas are wild, even I can't control them. All I can say is that I can give you a try, but I can't guarantee the results. ”

Zhongli was a little curious about how Anping wanted to help Hu Tao expand his business, so he agreed.

"Then please Mr. Zhongli! Why don't we make an appointment first, and you can help me make an appointment with Master Hu to talk? ”

Seeing that his grand cause was about to unfold, An Ping was a little excited.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, the hall master, she happened to be writing poems in the store in her spare time today, and now it's almost time to eat, why don't you just do it today?"

Zhongli pinched his chin and thought for a moment, and directly set the date to today.

"That's great! I'll go to Wanmin Hall now and order a table of dishes, and we'll talk at the dinner table tonight! ”

The wording of the negotiation with Hu Tao An Ping had already rehearsed in his mind a hundred times, and Zhongli's proposal for today was simply deep in An Ping's heart.

"Although Wanmintang is good, it's a pity that Xiangling is not there, and the taste is a little worse. Why don't we go to the glass pavilion, where the environment is elegant and there is a private room, it is a good place to talk about business. ”

Zhongli felt that An Ping's arrangement was slightly inappropriate.

Glass Pavilion? Private rooms?

Anping's ears seemed to hear the sound of Mora rattling.

"Mr. Zhongli! Good advice! ”

Anping gritted his teeth and gave a thumbs up.

"Then you can go and arrange a private room first, and I'll go back and invite the hall master to come over for a gathering."

Zhongli just got up, then touched his body, turned his head to look at Fan Erye, and said skillfully:

"The bill here..."

"I'll buy it! Mr. Zhongli, you should go and invite Hall Master Hu first. ”

As long as you can get sponsorship, why not this little money?

Anping comforted his bleeding heart.

"Glass Pavilion! Glass Pavilion! ”

Paimon's eyes lit up.