Chapter 29: Yaxian Pavilion is really free

Li Yaoguang was so spineless that he compromised and surrendered immediately, looking at Manager Qian with sparkling eyes that were full of sincerity.

"Since Shopkeeper Qian has invited me so sincerely, I dare not refuse. But Shopkeeper Qian, can we sign a contract and put it on paper for what we just talked about?"

She admits that she is not a smart person and does not understand the twists and turns of many things in this era. In order to protect her own interests, it is safer to have a written agreement.

Shopkeeper Qian raised his eyebrows, thinking that the little guy was quite smart, worthy of being from a powerful family. After all, he was a family man and had nothing to fear, so he just signed the note.

After waving his hand in agreement, Li Yaoguang ran to the scholar's stall to borrow a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

When her friends heard that she was lucky enough to sign a contract with Weimeilou, they felt sad. They would no longer be able to benefit from the good business of storytelling, but at the same time, they were happy for Li Yaoguang. Some of them even invited her to come and guarantee Li Yaoguang's contract in person, and even invited the patrolling yamen runners to be witnesses.

The scholar and stall owner even took the initiative to write the two deeds with his brush. Both Li Yaoguang and Manager Qian signed their names. Manager Qian stamped the Weimeilou owner's seal with it. All parties witnessed and signed their names in person. Li Yaoguang and Manager Qian each held a copy of the deed.

Putting the newly acquired employment contract in his pocket, Li Yaoguang first sent away the shopkeeper Qian, who was very proud of himself and humming a little tune as he left, and walked with a breeze. Then he turned around and looked at the people behind him, and Li Yaoguang clasped his fists and bowed to them.

"Thank you all for your help today, uncles and aunts. I also want to thank the captain and several other officers for helping to bear witness. I have no way to repay you, so how about treating everyone to a drink?"

Everyone offered to help her out of gratitude and also because they were real fans of her books, so they naturally wouldn't let her spend such a small amount of money.

Xie Chatou held his sword in his hand, still with his majestic face, and said that he and his brothers still had to patrol the streets and would take their leave. Others like Uncle Li also said that they still had to guard the stall and it would be inconvenient, and they shook their heads and refused.

"No, no, Li, we all appreciate your kindness, but there's no need to have a meal or a drink. We're all busy and have important things to do. Let's talk about meals later when we have a chance."

"Yes, yes, boy, you don't need to eat and drink, but now that you have found your fortune, you will no longer set up a stall to tell stories in our Wa Lane. When you make a fortune in a restaurant in the future, don't forget us old friends. If you have time, remember to come back and see us."

"Yes, yes, yes, remember to come back and have a look."

Li Yaoguang glanced at the simple yet lovely faces and nodded continuously, "Don't worry, I will come back often when I have time in the future."

Just like that, under everyone's reluctant gaze, Li Yaoguang waved goodbye to his stall friends and audience, and started his new journey.

Time flies by in the blink of an eye. Since I received the invitation from Weimeilou, another month has passed, and the weather has unknowingly entered the hottest time of the year.

On the poplar trees across the street, cicadas were chirping tirelessly, making people feel upset.

In the Yaxian Pavilion, the shopkeeper sat behind the counter on one side of the lobby on the first floor, fanning himself impatiently with a folding fan in an attempt to cool down. But when he raised his eyes, he saw his own empty lobby, and thought of the private rooms upstairs that were less than one out of ten, and the bustling scenes in the pavilion in the past. The shopkeeper became more and more upset, and listening to the lingering music from the circular stage in the pavilion, he felt inexplicably unhappy.

"What kind of crap is that? It's so hot, can't you play some good music to calm people down? What the hell is that!"

With a shout, the sound instantly echoed in the empty hall. The musicians playing on the stage paused, stammering and not daring to say more. They looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding. The guqin started, followed by the pipa and the flute. The cheerful style of the music just now was instantly changed, and a tranquil and profound humming music sounded immediately, surrounding the pavilion.

When the shopkeeper heard it, he immediately became dissatisfied and cursed, "What the hell is this? A funeral? Ah? It's so sad. My good mood is ruined by this crappy song!" The musicians became more and more at a loss. They didn't know whether to play or stop. The tune was off in an instant, and the shopkeeper was so angry that he slammed the counter on the spot.

"What a bunch of crap! You can't even play a song properly. I paid a lot of money to invite you here, and you just play these for me, for my distinguished guests? Ha! No wonder no guests have come to visit recently!!!"

The blame was quite big, and the musicians didn't know what to do. The young servants, who were hiding in various places in the pavilion and dared not show their heads, felt extremely sympathetic towards the musicians, but no one dared to step forward to dig up the tiger's whiskers of their boss.

Recently, for some unknown reason, the business of Yaxian Pavilion has been extremely bad.

At first, they were skeptical, thinking that it was because the weather was hot and the guests didn't like to go out?

But then he thought about it and felt that something was not right. It had been hot before in previous years, but the business of their Yaxian Pavilion was as busy as ever and was not affected at all. It was no exaggeration to say that in the past, not to mention the hot weather, even if it was raining knives from the sky, it could not stop those children of the powerful and wealthy from coming to have fun.

This year, something is wrong. It is very wrong! According to gossip, even the extremely powerful and mysterious boss behind their Yaxian Pavilion has already asked about it. With so much pressure, it is no wonder that the shopkeeper would get angry.

The guys in the pavilion shrank their necks and dared not show their heads, but they no longer dared to dig tiger whiskers, although they still had to dig some.

Everyone wanted to shrink into the ground and disappear in front of the shopkeeper. Then someone knocked at the back door of the pavilion. When they opened the door, they found that the ice cubes they had ordered earlier had arrived. The ice pavilion had delivered the ice.

Ice is expensive in summer, and they use a lot of self-service ice in their shop. They paid a deposit early on. Now the ice is delivered, and if they don't want it, not only will the high deposit not be refunded, but what if the business becomes prosperous again one day and there is no ice? How can they do business?
No matter how scared the waiter was, he had no choice but to push the unlucky guy out to report.

When the shopkeeper heard about this, he got furious and started cursing, "What a shitty Ice Pavilion! Send them away, send them away quickly." Why make trouble at this time!

The guy digging tiger whiskers was apprehensive, "Boss, what about the ice?"

"What's wrong with the ice? Isn't the money we spend on the ice shop enough every year? Go tell the ice delivery guy that our ice is temporarily stored in their ice store this year. When we need it, we will send someone to take care of it. Otherwise, don't even think of sending ice to our doorstep and causing trouble for us."

He was as domineering as ever, worthy of being their shopkeeper, but... "But shopkeeper, there is no ice in our own ice storage..."

"Nothing, no, I think it's you who shouldn't have it! What are you still standing there for? Get out of here, and send the person to me now!"

The guy immediately backed off, "Yes, yes, I'll go, right away."

This cannon fodder guy ran away so quickly that he was pissing his shit.

Just when the shopkeeper was gasping for breath and cursing, feeling that everyone wanted to step on him and his Yaxian Pavilion at this critical juncture and add insult to injury, suddenly, the receptionist who was greeting guests outside hurried in.

"Boss, big, big..."

The shopkeeper was furious and slammed the table, "What's the big deal? If you have something to say, say it now. If you have to fart, fart now!"

The receptionist didn't have time to catch his breath, and hurriedly held his knees and shouted, "Great news, shopkeeper, great news! The young master of the Korean Palace has arrived, and the carriage is outside now. Shopkeeper... Hey? Where are the shopkeeper's people?"