Tao Fei was stunned for a moment, and the rest of his eyes noticed the water cup in Meng Liangliang's hand. Specifically, it was an enamel jar with a line of bright red letters painted on a beige background: Ankang Psychiatric Sanatorium.

Next to the red letter, there is also a rectangle the size of a fingernail obliquely printed diagonally on the cylinder body. In the middle of the rectangle are three small letters: For the Patient.

Normal people use cups? Normal people don't seem to be able to hold this cup.

Tao Fei guessed something in a trance. He was a little unsure whether the two little girls were joking with him, or if they had recovered and had fallen ill again. It's a joke, they're not familiar with it, so let's say they're sick...... That only shows that the owner of this store is really kind and hires anyone.

He laughed awkwardly, "You two are so humorous. As he spoke, he picked up his phone and pretended to swipe the message, "My client is here." Let's go first, see you later. ”

After that, Tao Fei put away the notebook, picked up the bag, and left quickly.

Meng Liangliang......

"Jiang Jiang, shouldn't we say it so bluntly. ”

Jiang blinked, "A person's destiny is part of his own control, and he is destined to part of it." If he is destined to have a demon tribulation, even if others intend to mention it, he can't hide from it. If there is no demon calamity in his life, he will naturally turn evil into good fortune.

Master Meng Po really doesn't have to take it to heart. ”

This girl seems to have answered some questions.

Meng Liangliang's gaze fell back on the business card in his hand, and he faintly felt that this intermediary couldn't be pointed. Sure enough, after the first phone call, Tao Fei perfunctorily said that he was busy and would call her back later. One later, then a little later, for most of the day.

If you call again, the phone will not work. Obviously, her number has been blocked by the other party.

Meng Liangliang also changed an intermediary to help her keep an eye on the house in the Jiuhu community, in case Professor Chu's old mansion was sold when she didn't know.

Hu Jiusheng is really obsessed with beer, and he is very satisfied with the beer brands he currently knows, and there is no sign of excessive consumption. It's just a case of beer a day, which is still within the psychological tolerance range of Meng Liangliang. The important thing is that after surviving the cold season, beer is also a popular drink and can make money.

The charm of beer cannot be underestimated, and even Half Moon Fox Jiusheng did not show interest in other items, so naturally there was no more purchase behavior of losers. This made Meng Liangliang see the hope of making a fortune, she thought: Is she going to be transferred, the God of Wealth is finally going to take care of her again.

Speaking of the God of Wealth, Meng Liangliang suddenly remembered an important matter.

"Jiang Jiang, should we offer a God of Wealth? ”

Jiang was cleaning up the table, and when she heard Meng Liangliang talking to her, she immediately put down the things in her hand and came to the counter, "Your Excellency has considered it thoroughly." ”

"Shhhhh Because Jiang's voice was small, no one noticed the content of their conversation. Meng Liangliang breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his voice and said, "It's not that I said, don't call it this name, especially when someone is there." Call me Sister Liangliang, or call the boss. ”

Like the previous times, Jiang nodded, his expression appropriate, "Your Excellency is thoughtful." We will arrange how others decorate, so that it does not look special and will not show traces. ”

What traces can be revealed, it is not for nothing that there is a store that is not for the God of Wealth. Why is this girl so fond of complimenting people? It would be nice if this heart was used to pay attention to the title, every time she finished speaking, she would still be called "Master Meng Po" the next day.

Meng Liangliang was a little tired, and took out a few pieces of cash to give to Jiang, "Go and ask one to come back immediately." ”

Jiang took the money and asked again: "Boss, do we invite the God of Literature and Wealth, or the God of Martial Wealth." ”

"What's the difference?"

"The God of Literature and Wealth, add wealth and blessings. Wu God of Wealth, Fortune Town. Jiang lowered his voice again and said, "The God of Literature and Wealth is easy to talk to, and he especially likes to spread wealth to the world. Wu Caishen's temper is not so easy-going, and he doesn't like to scatter wealth very much, but he can shoot once is worth the God of Wealth hundreds of times. ”

Meng Liangliang thought about it seriously and said decisively: "God of Martial Wealth." ”

It can also attract wealth and town houses, and realize two needs at a price, which is more affordable.

At this moment, the sun was shining outside, and Jiang held an umbrella before he was willing to go out. Anyway, he is a serious ghost in the underworld, and under normal circumstances, Jiang is not afraid of the sun. She wears an umbrella to maintain her skin, so as not to get too much ultraviolet rays, which can cause a series of problems such as fading and cracking.

Except for sometimes answering the wrong question, and always forgetting to change the title, Jiang is very appetizing to Meng Liangliang in doing things, such as inviting the God of Wealth this time. Please God generally does not bargain, bargaining is suspected of insincerity. Jiang didn't bargain, but Jiang asked the owner of the store for a lot of gifts, such as electronic incense burners, electronic candles, small tribute plates, and two boxes of incense.

Meng Liangliang was satisfied and only wanted to increase Jiang's salary. Of course, there is no such thing as wages in the Chicken Soup for the Soul Shop. A ghost, a demon, what do you want to do?

The idea of a wage increase is also to think about it and express satisfaction.

After Wu Caishen came back, he immediately placed it according to the specifications of other stores and offered it. Meng Liangliang is very sincere, she wants to make incense in person, but she is afraid that the God of Wealth will eat her tribute, and she will forget to bless her to make a fortune, and help the town house by the way. Therefore, she just stared reverently at the tributes and electronic incense burners.

staring, the market price of the tribute spontaneously increased the total price in her heart. She couldn't help muttering, aside from the cost of this God of Wealth statue, the daily tribute adds up to a lot of small money.

Is it useful to offer to the God of Wealth?

A few hours later, night fell, and Meng Liangliang had an answer: It's useful, it's so useful!

The street lamps are like two strings of pearls, extending towards both ends of the road. There are fewer pedestrians on the road. The Chicken Soup for the Soul shop was about to close, and a middle-aged uncle walked in quickly.

The uncle didn't order food or change money, he first looked at Meng Liangliang in the counter when he entered the door, then looked at Jiang who was mopping the floor, and finally looked at Hu Jiusheng who was holding a beer.

The uncle walked over quickly, "Yunhai sent Ma Yi, it's polite." This fellow Daoist, can you give me a bottle of Bigu Pill, it would be better if I had a Gathering Spirit Pill. ”

It was rare that Hu Jiusheng was in a good mood, and he actually replied normally, "You can't use my pill." ”

Ma laughed, "The elixir used by demon cultivation and human cultivation is almost the same, and it can be used for emergency response, and I also ask Taoist friends to help." I can pay a little more than the market price. ”

Hu Jiusheng laughed, "If you use it, you'll die." ”

When Meng Liangliang heard this, he couldn't help but tremble.

Wow - where did he learn this "yo"!

Hu Jiusheng seemed to dislike this person's noise, and went to the back kitchen with a beer. Ma Yi chased after him, "Boss, do me a favor." ”

"You can't go into the back kitchen. Meng Liangliang hurriedly spoke up, and said, "I'm the boss, you have something to tell me." ”

"You?" Ma Yi stopped and looked at Meng Liangliang hesitantly. After a while, the hesitation on his face changed to a sudden moment, "Daoist friends used a magic weapon to cover their eyes." With this treasure, it can be seen that the wealth of Taoist friends. I don't mind if you come to Daoist friends, and you don't mind mixing a few bottles of pills with me. ”

Meng Liangliang couldn't hold back his curiosity for a while, and asked, "Why did you ask him if it was one bottle, and how many bottles did you have here?"