The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

When the leader of the Demon Cult went out, he would take two out of one, and his efficiency was outrageously high.

In less than three days, not to mention the shop in the lot, even the land deed was directly obtained from him, and he threw it lightly on the table, as if it was either a priceless thing or a piece of waste paper.

He didn't notice that Bai Lin's hands were shaking at all.

In addition to the title deeds of those few pieces of land in Ya Geju, he is really a small rich man now. The dozen or so title deeds in the box alone are enough for him to squander his entire life.

But he is not that kind of person. He was forced to make money by the system at first, but now it is absolutely voluntary. The more money you get, the more you want it. Full of gold and silver treasures.

It's great to see every day!

So Bai Lin dropped other things at hand, and devoted all his attention to the tea room. Making tea is a subject of knowledge, and it's not something that can be done by just bringing a passer-by.

For this reason, he spent a lot of money and hired a tea ceremony master. It is said that he was a descendant of a well-known tea ceremony family in the previous dynasty.

It's just that the ancestral culture must not be lost, so they tasted tea everywhere and continued to spread the tea ceremony. It happened that they were caught by Bai Lin as soon as they arrived in the capital.

In the end, Bai Lin relied on the system to temporarily open the hook, and convinced the other party with his tea-making skills. Afterwards, it was much easier for Bai Lin to ask for an invitation.

After all, high mountains and flowing water make it hard to find a bosom friend.

"I didn't expect to see such superb skills when I came back after leaving the capital for many years. I didn't want the culture of my ancestors to be lost. Now I just take this opportunity to spread it. How can I refuse it?"

For a while, people, things, and shops were all available, and half a month later, Yamingju opened with excitement.

He still walks in that high-cold painting style, entertaining thirty people for a limited time every day, no matter how much trouble there is, go home by himself, and come back the next day.

On the first day of opening, some literati were unconvinced, thinking that the boss was playing tricks, and came early on purpose. It was a survey on the surface, but in fact he wanted to make trouble.

As a result, when everyone was waiting for a stroke of ink, unexpectedly everyone was full of praise for this Yaming House, and the most talked about was the tea ceremony master inside.

"In the past 30 years, I have never seen anything more authentic than that." The speaker was a well-known poet in the capital. After saying these words, how powerful is Ya Ming?

So on the second and third day, there was an endless stream of people rushing over, and everyone who came out that day was full of praise, wishing to write three hundred poems and essays immediately to praise.

"You are worthy of being the second in charge. He is capable of writing, martial arts, and business. I heard that those people are very jealous of you now. They want to frame you, but they can't find a way out. They are probably angry at home." My hair is about to fall out." The stand-up comedy-like praise made everyone laugh from ear to ear, but in their hearts they sincerely admired Bai Lin.

"Don't just praise me, if it weren't for your help behind the scenes, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

Young Master, I am still very humble~

"If you want to praise, you have to praise Big Brother Yue. I see that he is busy in and out, and it is much harder than all of us."

As soon as Mo Junyue was mentioned, almost everyone shut their mouths tacitly, and only looked at Bai Lin silently.