The middle-aged man howled, suddenly frightening Su Chan and the little foxes.
The little foxes all looked at each other. Ling Yue couldn't help but shout, "Do you know that these tea-leaves are of only the finest quality? Ordinary people can't taste this kind of thing, let alone be present to watch a tea ceremony from our proprietress!"
The middle-aged man felt like weeping but no tears came out. "But that's too expensive!"
What Su Chan had originally wanted was to symbolically charge 100 yuan. It had just been an opening bid, she had never thought that the man would mistake it for 10,000 yuan!
Su Chan hurriedly waved her hands and explained, "No, no, it's not 10,000 yuan."
The man trembled and asked with a pale face, "So... it's 100,000?"
Ling Yue and the other little foxes did not know what was really going on. When they heard this man raising the price higher and higher, they were overjoyed and thought to themselves: "The more he offers, the more we'll get!"
The little foxes, who were apt to just making things worse, all began to stir up trouble and said, "It's only to be expected that it would cost 100,000 yuan. In this world, only our gourmet tea house provides the best tea, and someone who wants to have a chance to drink it needs to have luck on their side!"
The middle-aged man looked at the girls surrounding him, pale-faced. He finally figured out that he had indeed entered a gangster's shop.
He quickly withdrew a stack of bank notes from his wallet and said in a trembling voice, "Here is all my money. Ladies, please let me go."
As soon as the middle-aged man's money touched the table's surface, it was snatched up by the little foxes, and they began counting it with big grins on their faces.
Su Chan felt that something was wrong. She snatched the money back and put it on the table, saying, "No, no, this isn't right. Don't take it."
However, the foxes misunderstood. They quickly put the remaining bills back on the table and said loudly, "Yes, this isn't the right amount!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were full of tears. He took out every last penny on his person and choked, "Beauties, that's all I have. I don't have more."
The little foxes stretched out their necks and looked at the little pile of cash. It was partly made up of coins, partly of bills. They didn't know how much it totaled to, but the colorful paper money dazzled their eyes, making them a little dizzy.
Seeing that their attention had been temporarily diverted, the middle-aged man quickly turned tail and fled down the stairs.
Seeing this, Su Chan hurriedly chased after him, calling in a loud voice, "Hey, you don't need to give us so much money!"
The middle-aged man finally escaped from the den of female demons. How could he believe the deceiver's words? He ran out without looking back.
Su Chan saw him quickly rush onto the street, and she knew she couldn't drag him back, so she just shouted helplessly, "You haven't even finished your tea yet!"
The middle-aged man immediately staggered, almost falling. He let out a hissing sound, and his voice was full of grief and indignation. "I won't drink anymore! I can't afford it!"
His pitiful howl instantly drew the attention of passers-by. Noticing that the crowd was gesticulating, Su Chan hurriedly disappeared back inside the tea house.
After re-entering the shop, Su Chan looked around at the little foxes who were happily counting the money. She felt that something was off and could not help saying, "Did we do something wrong? Why do I feel that something isn't right here?"
The foxes did not feel that they had done anything wrong at all. They all smiled and said, "Proprietress, aren't you happy that we've made money? There's several thousand yuan here. Today we can even close up early! If we can make so much money every day in the future, our lives will get so much better!"
Su Chan shook her head vigorously, her teeth biting her tender red lips. She tilted her head and muttered to herself, "No, it seems that we have done something wrong..."
What Su Chan and the foxes didn't know was that they had triggered a catastrophe for Li Yundong through this incident...
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man was still frantically running away. It was not until a while later that he dared to turn around and take a look at the beauty-filled inn. As soon as he looked back, all kinds of feelings welled up in his heart.
He had gone into the tea house once only, but he was desperately poor! He had thrown away all the salary he had just earned in the space of a few minutes!
"Gosh, even if I had gone to a casino, I wouldn't have wasted so much, would I?
"Do they think that they can do whatever they want just because they are beautiful?"
The more the middle-aged man thought about it, the angrier he became. "No, I have to expose them! That teahouse is committing daylight robbery against its innocent customers!"
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man immediately fished out out his cell phone and dialed the TV station's number, quickly relaying what had just happened to him.
It didn't take long for a news interview car from the TV station to roll up to the street, and a young man and a beautiful woman in uniform got out of the car.
When the middle-aged man saw them, he immediately went forward to greet them. He was like a poor farmer who had been bullied and started complaining constantly, "That's great, you're finally here! You have to help me! The salary I just received is gone. How will I explain this to my wife when I get home?"
This young man who had stepped out of the vehicle was Han Lin, who had pursued Feng Na before. He adjusted the camera and asked excitedly and curiously, "Where is the gangster in you mentioned? We must definitely expose illegal and evil-minded businessmen like the one you're describing!"
The middle-aged man, as if he had just met his savior, prostrated himself in worship. He held the young man's hand and said excitedly, "Perfect! I am so relieved to hear your words!"
Han Lin thumped his chest and laughed. "Where is the tea house? Take us there now!"
The middle-aged man led the way in a hurry. Han Lin winked at his partner. After parking the car, they quickly followed.
Along the way, Han Lin started feeling that something was wrong. He could see that the shops were becoming more and more familiar, and he remembered that the middle-aged man had said that he had been ripped off in a tea house. He couldn't help but stop the middle-aged man and ask, "Hey, where is the tea house you mentioned? What's its name?"
The middle-aged man pointed ahead of himself and said indignantly, "Look, it's right over there!"
Han Lin looked over and saw a two-storey teahouse in the direction of the middle-aged man's finger. The building had high eaves and arches, and it was decorated in a classical style. There was a golden plaque hanging from the front of the shop, on which there was a title written in a lively and graceful style: Disanxian!
Han Lin suddenly cursed in his heart, "What the f**k! Do you think this store can be messed with? Do you know what kind of people came to the opening ceremony of this tea house?"
Han Lin's face suddenly darkened. He shot a quizzical look at the man and thought, "Is he trying to trap me somehow?"
The middle-aged man didn't notice the change in Han Lin's expression. He pointed at Disanxian with a bitter expression and said, "Comrade, look, look, it's this tea house. It's so evil, so evil!"
Han Lin said with a dark look, "Are you sure about this?"
The middle-aged man nodded hard. "Yes. It's absolutely true!"
Han Lin snorted and turned back to tell with the TV host, "Come on, let's go back!"
The beautiful host had also met setbacks here with Han Lin before. Upon seeing the Disanxian, her expression had soured instantly. She immediately rolled her eyes at the middle-aged man and snorted, "What a nuisance. This kind of prank is not even worth being called a prank!"
The middle-aged man saw them glaring at him, turning around and leaving. He was stunned and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Won't you expose them? What's going on here?"
Han Lin was too embarrassed to talk to him directly about the background of the Disanxian, and besides, he couldn't afford to offend them. He rolled his eyes at the middle-aged man and said simply, "You can call 12315 to complain about them if you want. We can't deal with this matter."
After that, he took the beautiful host, got back into the car, and the pair left.
The middle-aged man was flabbergasted and didn't come to his senses for a long time. "Why did he say that he wanted to expose the gangster inn so firmly at first? But then they ran away in such a hurry?"
The middle-aged man's stupor did not dissipate for quite some time. The more he thought about it, the more wrong he felt and the angrier he became. He slapped his thigh and dialed the number. When he spoke of the matter from the beginning, the people on the phone were filled with indignation and swore to expose and ban the gangster shop. However, once they heard the name and location of this shop, they immediately turned hostile. Their emotions, like roller coasters, changed from flaming mountains of passion to snow-covered plateaus of ice thousands of miles away.
After being hung up on once again, the middle-aged man looked at his cell phone with a dull expression on his face. He finally thought in his heart, "Could it be that the background of this gangster shop is extremely strong?"
As soon as this idea came to mind, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel sad. "That must be right. Otherwise, how could they dare to cheat their guests in broad daylight?"
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man finally accepted the situation. He began walking back dejectedly. Fortunately, he still had a few coins, enough to take the bus home.
Back at his house, the middle-aged man could not help but shudder when he thought of how he was about to face his wife's scolding. His wife was a Sichuan girl, and her hot temper was nothing to joke about.
It was not easy for him to get upstairs. When he reached the entrance of the home, he took out the key and was about to unlock the door when his wife suddenly swung the door open and said with a surprised smile, "It's you!"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a while. "How did you know I was here?"
The middle-aged woman clearly looked after her figure. She was well-proportioned and had a dignified appearance. She was wearing a leisure suit while at home and an apron around her waist. She laughed and said, "My nephew has just arrived. He said that you would come back soon and asked me to open the door for you. I opened the door, not really expecting anything, but oh, you're back!"
The middle-aged man looked into the house and saw three young, handsome men sitting in the living room. The clothes of these three young men were quite fashionable, but the middle-aged people felt that they were somehow incompatible with the modern, urban atmosphere, as if there were actually men from ancient times sitting there wearing modern clothes.
When the young leader of the three saw the master of the house, he stood up with a smile. He cupped one hand in the other before his chest and said, "Nice to meet you, uncle. My name is Zhang Cunyi."
The two boys next to Zhang Cunyi also stood up and said, "Nice to meet you, uncle. We're Zhao Ping and Qian Tong!"
The middle-aged man felt wary. Even though he was now seeing new faces, he was not in the mood to say hello to them. He just nodded and sat down dejectedly.
Seeing this, his wife secretly kicked him and said angrily, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you being so rude? These are my distant relatives who came to see me here in Tiannan City. Why aren't you greeting them?"
The middle-aged man forced himself to cheer up and nodded with a fake smile at the three young men.
Zhang Cunyi, the leader, did not care. He nodded politely back. Seeing the middle-aged man's unhappy face, he thought that his arrival had upset him, so he said with a smile, "Aunt, I still have something to do, so my companions and I shall take our leave."
His wife immediately pulled a long face and said unhappily, "You just came and are now you're leaving already? You look down on me, your distant relative, don't you? Sit down. No matter what, you have to finish your meal before you leave!"
With that, she pressed Zhang Cunyi back down onto the sofa and dragged her husband into the bedroom.
As soon as they entered the room, the woman turned on him. "What's wrong with you today? Are you out of your mind? Do you know how strong the background of my distant nephew is? He is a local celebrity in Chengdu, known as Demigod Zhang! Do you know how much respect he enjoys? Even the mayor is polite to him when he sees him, but you're so callous. Why are you showing your mourning face to him?"
The middle-aged man was being scolded heartily by his wife. He knew that he could not hide what had happened, so he made up his mind and told his wife the whole story.
Hearing this, his wife jumped up in the air. She immediately pinched his ear and shouted, "F**k. You only went there because you saw that the girls were beautiful, right? Did you throw away all of your salaries from this month? Hey, what do you want our family to live on for the next few weeks? F**k!"
The middle-aged man seemed to shrink, not daring to talk back. He cowered by the bedside and endured the reprimand. He sighed and was about to say something when he suddenly heard Zhang Cunyi ask in a deep voice at the door, "Aunt, is what uncle just described related to the Disanxian teahouse on the pedestrian street of Tiannan City?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man raised his head and asked in surprise, "You know of this gangster inn?"