Chentan's Memories

No.20 Eight times Mr. Lin was angry again for no reason

It is expected that it has been idle for too long and there is no one to maintain and repair it. The two wing rooms on the other side of the Jiazi courtyard are dilapidated—either the falling mud or the flying tiles: "In short, there is no way to live in it... ..." Lin Lang lay down on the bed, stretched his waist, and complained to Tang Yushu with an expression of "I can't help it", "... so I still have to squeeze in your... kennel for a while." It's been a while."

"Oh, let's squeeze." Tang Yushu nodded again and again, but the corners of his mouth turned up to give away his secret joy.

Lin Lang knew what he was thinking, turned around and smiled towards the wall.

On the wall against which Tang Yushu's bed was leaning, a sandalwood-thick iron nail was wedged, on which hung the porcelain figurine "Lin Lang" that Tang Yushu bought from Jinling, looking at the little porcelain figurine. After a while, Lin Lang turned back and looked at Tang Yushu who was sitting on the edge of the bed undressing: "What did you stuff on me?"

"What?!" Tang Yushu panicked after hearing this.

These words were made strange by himself, and when he returned to his senses, Lin Lang felt embarrassment on his face, and quickly changed his words: "I mean: this little man looks like me!"

"Oh..." Tang Yushu shook his head, his blushing cheeks proclaimed, "I can't tell."

"...Love to talk but not to talk. Anyway, one day when you're not here, I'll take a peek at it."

Tang Yushu knew he was joking: "If I'm gone, this porcelain doll will be brought into the coffin together, you still can't see it."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Lin Lang suddenly sat up: "I said you are 'not here', not that you are dead, but that you are going out!"

"Oh."

Having gotten used to Tang Yushu's oversimplified brain circuit, Lin Lang had nothing to do with him and lay back down again.With a bunch of small thoughts coiled in his head, after thinking for a long time, when he wanted to speak to Tang Yushu again, the person beside him was already breathing deeply.

At noon the next day, the business was very good - hearing that Dian Jiang Lip had opened the main hall, regular customers flocked to the door one after another.

Before the last few tables were dismissed, a well-dressed man entered the restaurant and greeted Lin Lang with a familiar Jinling accent: "Excuse me, is the shopkeeper here?"

"It's closed, it's closed—" Lin Lang, who was overworked, replied without raising his head, and then frowned and urged the guests who hadn't finished eating: "Why haven't you finished eating, hurry up!"

Seeing this, the man was puzzled: a restaurant with such poor service attitude would never be able to open in Jinling.Standing on the spot and thinking for a long while, he laughed again and said to Lin Lang: "I am the reporter of "Jiangnan Monthly", and my nickname is Baidu—the purpose of bothering me this time is to do something to the Jiangnan hot pot restaurant. Some interviews."

"Interview?" Lin Lang then raised his head and looked carefully at the man who called himself "Baidu"; he was thin and thin, and the shrewdness in his brows was hard to hide, so he looked extraordinarily cunning—he was also a man. A vulgar person who claims to be smart but actually has shallow morals—he is also a man, but he is far behind Tang Yushu.

This side Baidu nodded, leaning forward and bowing with a lot of courtesy, bragging: "Yes, the interview - the whole Jiangnan can see it."

"Can Jinling do it too?"

"of course can!"

The triumphant self-approval was exchanged for Lin Lang's "That's not okay!" Bai Du was puzzled for a while, but he was very clever in dealing with the person in front of him with stalking: "Hey...don't worry! Why not! The readers of our monthly newsletter are mainly celebrities from the south of the Yangtze River—we interview your restaurant, which will not only increase your reputation and attract more customers; in the long run, it will also attract investment for your restaurant. Expand the scale!——You don’t know that the four major families in Jinling City, Zhang Lin, Shen Liang, will all subscribe to our monthly magazine!”

The four major families of Zhang Lin, Shen Liang?Lin Lang frowned even more when he heard this, got up and walked towards the back kitchen, raised his hand as if chasing away a mouse: "I'm not entertaining——no, no!"

This made Bai Du confused for a while.

"Jiangnan Monthly" is a best-selling book for merchants in the entire Jiangnan area.After working in the industry for so many years, it was the first time that Baidu encountered a person who took the title of "Jiangnan Monthly Caifenglang" but refused to give him face, which instead aroused his competitive spirit.Continuing to stalk and proclaim the great influence of "Jiangnan Monthly", followed Lin Lang to the door of the back kitchen, Lin Lang finally stopped and turned around: "If you keep pestering me, I will let people I beat you up."

After that, he turned to the back kitchen.

Baidu had never run into a wall before, and now he is hanging here, but he still refused to leave, and shouted into the back kitchen through the window: "I came from Jinling, and the boat and car are exhausting. I don't want to interview, I only eat a meal." Ton can always do it!"

It took a long time for Lin Lang to say leisurely from the room: "Come again when you are here."

——Come again when you are here?

Bai Du gritted his teeth.

When I came back again in Youshi, the restaurant was already full of people—the main hall plus those in the courtyard, the total number was more than thirty tables.

Baidu looked left and right, and caught a waiter who was waiting in the hall: "I am the reporter of "Jiangnan Monthly"..."

The waiter took a look at him, took out a stack of wooden cards from his waist, picked out the outermost one and handed it to Bai Du: "You go there first and wait - this card is for you, there is still one ahead." There are thirteen tables."

Bai Du held the sign, thought for a while and repeated: "I am the reporter of "Jiangnan Monthly"..."

"Feng Cai Lang?" The waiter looked at him with a smile.

Baidu nodded happily.

"You go over there first and wait." The waiter walked away.

Hey - no oil or salt.

Bai Du gritted his teeth again.

The business of this restaurant is booming, so there is a row of benches under the corridor for people waiting to sit.The people sitting and waiting for seats were not boring. There was a child with rouge on his face singing and laughing with others.

After carefully observing the environment, Baidu sat impatiently in the waiting area, and chatted with the person beside him, "Is this restaurant delicious?"

"It's delicious." The man nodded: "Otherwise, why are there so many people?"

"Is the price expensive?"

"Compared to the small stalls at the entrance of the God of Wealth Mansion, it is naturally more expensive-but look at the facade of this restaurant, the ostentation, plus the food, it is not expensive if you consider it together."

"I heard that the service attitude in this store is very poor?"

"This... just don't mess with that white-faced shopkeeper, he has a very cunning temper—you can tell that black-faced shopkeeper about anything, he has a gentle temper."

"The shopkeeper with a white face" - Corresponding to the man who refused his interview at noon, Baidu thought for a while: "Then he is so tricky, people don't hate him?"

"It's nothing to hate... That kid has a bit of a bad temper, and he can't stand the popularity. If there is anything in the town, he will help. He paid a lot of money to renovate the bridge in the town a while ago."

"...Oh." Baidu sneered in his heart, as expected, Chentan people had never seen the world—this kind of low-end restaurant can also be supported.

When he was assigned a task to come to Chen Tan to collect folk songs three days ago, Bai Du was actually unwilling.In this line of work, the monthly money of ten taels of silver in the printing department is actually not a big deal at all-it's a lot of money obtained through the opportunity of collecting wind.

Every time Baidu picked a businessman, he would be hospitable and regarded as a guest, so over the years, he had eaten and drank all the restaurants in Jinling City for free; I hope he can write a few more nice sentences in the monthly magazine.

It's just that there have been rumors in Jinling City recently that Chen Tan opened a very delicious "hot pot" in Sichuan.So the printing department, who was good at digging out news points and lacked content, appointed Baidu to visit.

When he set off, Baidu was still irritated: that kind of restaurant in the backcountry, he can't think of getting any retouching fee.

If you don't earn money, you have no motivation to work, but you have to obey the arrangement. Bai Du was originally disheartened, but when he was chatting with someone just now, he learned that the business of this restaurant has always been booming, and the profit should not be low. He even has the money to pay for the renovation bridge; a plundering scheme was born in his head.

When Dao Baidu was called to sit at the table, it was already approaching Zishi, so naturally it was three o'clock after eating.

The "white-faced shopkeeper" was holding a rag in his hand, but he was lying on a table and yawning. There was also a young man cleaning up the tables, chairs and benches, and the dishes were being washed in the back kitchen.

Bai Du wiped his mouth, and wrote something down in his notebook.

This writing action was seen by Lin Lang, so he threw away the rag and got up: "Have you finished eating?"

"Oh, it's over." Bai Du said.

"Let's go after eating—it's closed." Lin Lang impatiently threw down the eviction order.

But Baidu added a few more words slowly: "Shopkeeper, this is a summary of my dining experience in your restaurant - it will be published in the "Jiangnan Monthly". Would you like to have a look?"

"Didn't I let you write it?" Lin Lang took it hesitantly, and the title of the text came into view—"Wipe the saliva and lick your lips——Recording a visit to Chen Tan's Dianjiang Lip Museum"— — "Yo... the title is quite elegant."

Seeing the corners of Lin Lang's mouth curled up instantly, Bai Du smiled softly: "Just keep reading."

Lin Lang was coaxed by the opening of Baidu's review, and he was a little bit flustered. He read it quickly and praised: "Your writing is not bad—eh? During the day, what kind of monthly report are you talking about?"— —Baidu added: ""Jiangnan Monthly""—"Oh yes, this "Jiangnan Monthly" is published in the whole of Jiangnan?"

"Yes." Baidu nodded: "It can be seen in the whole Jiangnan."

The reason why Bai Du rejected Bai Du's interview request during the day was because he was afraid that his whereabouts would be exposed to his father.But this manuscript didn't mention himself at all, it only recommended some delicious places with crimson lips, Lin Lang felt very proud, but felt that this manuscript was not good enough.

"...Different from the gentle, sweet and greasy food in the south of the Yangtze River, Sichuan hot pot uses a warm and boiling flavor to achieve a winter night that I will remember deeply..." Lin Lang nodded repeatedly as he read, his mouth widened. I didn’t even realize it myself: “Your writing is really good—people in the Jiangnan area should want to come to our restaurant to try it after reading it!”

"That's natural." Baidu sipped his tea, thinking to himself - he was almost there.

Sure enough, Lin Lang's complexion gradually changed, and he said in his mouth: "Hot pot is like a flash of gorgeous Utan... destined to have only a warm and short life... What is this?... Tasting it once is enough, not Will want to eat it a second time - you fart!"

Lin Lang looked away from the manuscript, and fixed his sharp eyes on Bai Du: "Seven out of ten repeat customers in our restaurant, you are wrong!"

Bai Du leisurely leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair: "Just be patient, keep reading..."

Lin Lang turned his angry eyes back to the manuscript, and continued to read: "The author thinks... the hot pot is too spicy, and it is really unbearable for ordinary people-you fart!" Lin Lang patted the manuscript on the table again: " You said it’s delicious—it’s true; but you said it’s ridiculously spicy—if you write it out, will our restaurant still be open?!”

Bai Du's expression was flat: "Advertising is not for nothing - I call it 'objective' - good and bad have to be told fairly, so that ordinary people won't be fooled, right?"

Lin Lang couldn't turn the corner for a while: "Yes... No - spicy is spicy! That's our specialty! But if you insist that it's too spicy to be eaten by others, then you have to make a note - it's your own original taste. I can’t eat spicy food—this is objective, right?”

"But in the world, I'm not the only one who can't eat spicy food, why should I write such a trivial thing!"

"Hey—you...!" Lin Lang himself was always fickle, but this time he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Instead, Bai Du continued to pour a pot of tea for himself: "Advertising is not for nothing—you don't have to jump in a hurry. As a collector, I have always been absolutely honest with readers."

"Ah—I'm so mad! Tang Yushu, come and beat him to death—!" Lin Lang yelled into the back kitchen, and immediately turned around and reached out to tear up Baidu's manuscript, but Baidu snapped at him. He took it away and put it in his arms.

Standing up leisurely, Bai Du coughed lightly: "Even if you tear up the manuscript, these feelings are all in my mind, if you are rough on me - or you will kill me, or as long as I write back Secretary, I can still write this manuscript."

Hearing the sound, Chen Ni ran up a few steps, bowed his waist and glared at Baidu; Shun'er followed Tang Yushu and ran over, imitating Tang Yushu's tone: "What's the matter?"

Lin Lang was half mad with anger: "Kill him—kill him for me!"

Naturally, Tang Yushu would not follow suit, so he just stepped forward and patted Lin Lang on the shoulder: "What's wrong?"

"He said that our hot pot is too spicy to eat! ——and tell everyone in Jiangnan."

After hearing Lin Lang's hysterical rant, Tang Yushu stepped forward and grabbed Baidu by the collar: "What are you going to do?——You dare to talk nonsense, believe it or not, I beat you to your knees?!"

Who knows that Baidu is also a person who has seen big scenes, so he is not afraid of Tang Yushu's fist threat: "How many restaurants dream of going to "Jianghu Monthly", you not only treat me rudely, but also want to beat me? —— A while ago, a shopkeeper in Jinling City beat up the customers, and the restaurant was shut down after hearing that—do you want to do the same?”

Lin Lang fell back onto the stool with a plop, and only after a while did he raise his face.

When he lifted it up, he already had a smile on his face: "Brother Yushu, let go of him—Mr. Bai, right...hehe, isn't this all a misunderstanding? I also know that the advertisement is not for nothing—here is 50 taels You should collect the pen fee first."

Tang Yushu was unwilling to let him go like this, but he would not disobey Lin Lang's orders.

I saw that Baidu stuffed the silver that Lin Lang took out from his pocket into his hand, and stuffed it into his pocket contentedly.With a pen, I crossed out the words that angered Lin Lang: "The manuscript has been changed like this—are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied...how could I be dissatisfied with Mr. Bai's writing style?" Lin Lang forced out a smile.

Squeeze it for too long, so it becomes very ugly.

Tang Yushu felt that Lin Lang was pitiful, but if he acted impulsively, Lin Lang's painstaking efforts would be wasted, so he could only hold back his anger and not speak.

When seeing off the guests to the door, Lin Lang was still smiling.

Then Baidu went out, rubbed his satisfied abdomen, turned around and said goodbye to Lin Lang: "You just look forward to the "Jiangnan Monthly" in the twelfth lunar month, the advertisement is not for nothing..."

Oh, and changed the mantra a bit this time?

Lin Lang sneered in his heart, but he was still courteous: "Looking forward, looking forward to..."

Na Baidu walked out a few steps, and suddenly turned his head: "From your accent, I'm afraid you are from Jinling. Dare I ask the shopkeeper—what's your name?"

— No, you dare not ask.

Lin Lang held back his anger.

Thinking that if this person knew that he was the son of the four major families of Zhang Lin, Shen Liang, he would be so frightened that he would return all the money he had embezzled and kowtow to plead guilty.

But I just can't say it myself.

Without the capital of a fox pretending to be a tiger, Lin Lang felt that life was terribly real.

"It's dark and the road is slippery - hurry back..." After finishing speaking, Lin Lang closed the door just before losing all his strength.

"Let's go back to the house." Tang Yushu's voice sounded from behind: "Exhausted... Shall I massage your muscles and bones for you?"

If there is any existence that can make the "fox" Lin Lang regain the strength to continue to show off its prestige, it is the "tiger" Tang Yushu.After taking a long breath, Lin Lang turned around and said, "If you don't serve me well, you can only sleep underground tonight!"

"Yes!" A military salute full of air and local characteristics responded.