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

"I'm Song Yi, please give me some advice."

Those people gave him a sideways look, and didn't pay much attention to it. He was just an ignorant son who was curious about the outside world, so it didn't hurt to satisfy his curiosity.

"We're talking about two shops recently opened in Jingzhong, and the business is booming."

Song Yi felt strange: "There are a lot of shops in the capital, so why do these two have something rare?"

"You don't know, these two shops have the same owner, and one brothel and one tea room, one vulgar and one elegant, don't you think it's strange?"

"This is not the strangest thing. I heard that the brothel only accepts [-] people a day, and the teahouse is the same. After [-] people are not accepted, but it happens that their business is very good. That so-and-so, anyway. The wealthy young masters, as well as any literati like to go!"

"It's nothing unusual. The boss must have captured the psychology of some people."

Having said that, Song Yi was aroused, and the people in Beijing were the most knowledgeable, and there must be a great mystery to make them all curious.

Speaking of which, it was time to open the gate of the city. After leaving a few people behind, Song Yi ordered people to go directly to the inn. After being resettled, he went to the legendary teahouse alone without bringing anyone.

Yamingju.

Fortunately, today he happened to be the No. 30 person, and stepped into the tea room.

After entering the door, there is a screen wall to prevent outsiders from peeking into the situation inside. After walking through a long corridor and turning a few turns, you arrive at the backyard. Tearooms are set up in twos and threes in the backyard. Looking from the tearoom, a leaf withered The yellow and desolate autumn scene is very poetic.

Song Yi didn't pay that much attention, he just wanted to take a look because he was aroused.

He randomly ordered two pots of tea, and not long after he sat down, he suddenly heard noises coming from the next door, and then he saw two people coming out, one of whom was very familiar to him.

"Bai Lin!" Song Yi blurted out without thinking.

"Song Yi!" Bai Lin never imagined that he could see Song Yi here, and when he was happy, he left Mo Junyue and ran over, Mo Junyue's face turned black.

Opening the curtain and entering the tea room, Bai Lin was so excited beyond words, this is the first friend he met here, even if it is an NPC, it can't stop the friendship between them through thick and thin.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to do some business. I heard that there is a tea room and I want to come and see it. But I'm lucky. I just happen to be No. 30."

Song Yi sat down at the table and shook the folding fan in his hand.

"Come to me, if it's you, I'll definitely give you a discount."

"Discount? What does discount mean? But according to you, this tea room is..."

"That's right, I'm that boss." Bai Lin smiled happily, not even noticing how ugly Mo Junyue's face was following in.

"Okay, you, but I haven't seen you for more than a year, and you have opened two shops. From what I said at the beginning, I can see at a glance that you are definitely more than just a little beggar."

However, the resentment exuded by Mo Junyue was so strong that Song Yi had to divert his attention: "Who is this?"

"Oh, you said him, he's my friend, his name is... Anyway, his surname is Mo." Almost slipping the tongue, Bai Lin quickly stopped.

"Oh, hello, my name is Song Yi, and I'm Bai Lin's friend who has gone through a lot of troubles."

Bai Lin waved his hand embarrassingly: "You said that, but it's true, we really have a very good relationship."