What does it mean to create something out of nothing?

What I said is obviously the truth, but if you insist on overthinking it, then you can’t blame me.

Li Suijiu was very satisfied with the expressions of the eight teahouse owners.

So, I gave a few more words of advice.

"I don't know what kind of means Ji Qingzhu used to send the story of "Nie Xiaoqian" to Yang Fuzun's case overnight. As you know, I have been studying hard in the thatched cottage for three years, almost without leaving home.

Those who are not motivated by merit alone."

"That's it."

This is the truth!

The eight teahouse owners are convinced that Li Suijiu is really low-key. He has not written a poem or article in the past three years. How could he suddenly be covered with paper?

Such behavior is definitely not done by Li Suijiu.

So, this is a version of the story of ‘a woman chasing a man’, and moreover, she pursues him forcefully!

Seeing that Li Suijiu was almost done, he added one last sentence: "Hey, this Ji Qingzhu also has good intentions. He paid a lot of money to print it overnight, and also asked people to throw it at the gate of Yinhua Mansion. I really don't want to take advantage of this false reputation.

Now it’s better. How dare I not go when the Yang family invites me to [Argument Conference]?”

"So, Li Huaijin really wants to participate in tonight's debate?"

"That's all."

"Very good, we all look forward to Li Huaijin's argument tonight and show off his talent!"

"I have to go back to the thatched cottage to prepare, so I left."

"Li Huaijin walks slowly."

Having finished speaking, Li Suijiu leisurely hugged the cat and left the teahouse.

But, I just left the teahouse gate.

The hall was like water being poured into a frying pan, causing it to explode in an instant.

The listeners who had been keeping silent all around could not hold back when they saw that Li Suijiu had left.

So, everyone expressed their opinions.

There are all kinds of speculations, and the topic gradually changes in the direction of "romantic".

Zhou Youfu finally couldn't listen anymore and stood up with a "righteous" face.

"Everyone, please don't make rash comments here. We all agreed with Li Huaijin's words and kept secret about this matter. You can go to other places to tell us!"

When another teahouse owner heard this, he also stood up: "Boss Zhou's words are reasonable. You can go to my teahouse and tell me. By the way, we also have "Nie Xiaoqian" to listen to there."

"..." Zhou Youfu.

"Let's go to my teahouse." Other teahouse owners are looking for customers.

"How shameless!" Zhou Youfu was furious: "Everyone, please leave soon. In fact, the same can be said for my teahouse!"

"???"

After all, most of it was dispersed.

Zhou Youfu wanted to stay at this time, but he couldn't.

The last person to leave was naturally the [passerby], a passerby who seemed ordinary, but was actually anything but ordinary.

Passers-by walked in a hurry.

However, even though he had quickened his pace, he still heard some sounds on the road.

"Have you heard? It was not Li Huaijin who spread "Nie Xiaoqian" all over the teahouse."

"Oh? Who is that?"

"It's Ji Qingzhu, the shopkeeper of Fu Shan Tang!"

"Really or fake?"

"It's absolutely true. Moreover, there is a hidden secret here. I heard that shopkeeper Na Ji had actually been eyeing Li Huaijin for a long time and knocked him unconscious with a wooden stick..."

"..."

Walked a few more steps.

There were also discussions before.

"Have you heard? Shopkeeper Ji took Li Huaijin with chains...yes, yes, what kind of stick? You heard wrong. If you want to do that, how can you really knock someone unconscious? Only by capturing him with chains can you do it?

Act!"

"It makes sense!"

"..."

Take a few more steps.

"Have you heard? For the past three years, Shopkeeper Ji has been going to [Huaijin Thatched Cottage] every night! It's true, it's absolutely true, I heard it with my own ears..."

"..."

Good guy!

Passers-by felt that the sky was going to collapse.

Don’t dare to listen anymore.

Go straight to Fu Shan Tang.

……

Inside Fu Shan Tang.

Ji Qingzhu crossed his arms across his chest, already showing impatientness, and pacing faster and faster.

"Almost half an hour has passed, why haven't I seen you yet?"

Say it with righteous thoughts.

The familiar passerby finally appeared at the door.

Ji Qingzhu immediately lay back on the Grand Master's chair and closed his eyes again, looking like he was in a state of trance.

Passers-by walked in cautiously and saw at a glance that Ji Qingzhu was concentrating with his eyes closed. He was slightly stunned, and after thinking for a while, he was ready to leave.

Wait until the shopkeeper wakes up and report back.

Ji Qingzhu waited for a while, but there was no sound.

Open your eyes again and take a look.

Passers-by are almost reaching the door.

"???"

Come back... come back!

Seeing the passers-by about to go out, Ji Qingzhu finally said: "I fell asleep without realizing it..."

"Huh? The shopkeeper is awake?" The passerby paused for a moment, then looked back at Ji Qingzhu: "I thought the shopkeeper was already asleep, so I couldn't bear to disturb him."

"It's just sleepiness in spring and autumn." Ji Qingzhu stretched, and the majesty on his chest became more apparent: "Now that I'm back, can I get some news?"

"I heard it, I heard it!"

Pedestrians know that they can't hide, but they will eventually report back the news they heard.

The first thing to talk about is, of course, Li Suijiu went to the teahouse to discuss cooperation with the eight bosses.

He only said that after Li Suijiu entered the teahouse with a woodcutter on his waist, Zhou Youfu, who was listening to Mingxuan, was so shocked that he quickly kissed Chunlu before the rain.

He also said that the owners of seven other teahouses arrived soon after.

So, eight people sat around the table.

Li Suijiu admitted that he still had new stories to write in his mind, and the eight bosses were naturally delighted, so they agreed to cooperate.

Every ten stories are in one volume, collected by Ji Changlai of Na Deya Jingxuan, but they can be handed over to eight teahouse owners in advance, and each ten stories will be paid ten taels.

"Ten articles and twelve taels!"

Ji Qingzhufeng’s eyes widened.

I originally thought that Li Sui's cocktail party would be caught off guard by [Snow Falling on Silver Flowers], but I didn't expect that the other party would use the opportunity of his fame to negotiate a big deal.

What a keen eye?

Why didn't I think of that at the time?

Isn’t this the talent I need most?

If we get Li Huaijin, the financial situation of our Fushan Hall will skyrocket. No matter how hard the iron rooster of Yang Fuzun picks the rope, I am afraid it will not be as good as Li Huaijin's ability to settle accounts.

Ji Qingzhu was happy in his heart, but on the surface he looked disdainful: "I thought Li Huaijin went to the teahouse to listen to books when he had time, but didn't expect that he went there just for some money?

It’s hard to say that he is still grateful to me. If I hadn’t sprinkled “Nie Xiaoqian” all over the city, how could he have reached cooperation with those teahouse owners?”

Asked again: Is there any other news?

The passers-by looked embarrassed and did not dare to speak.

Ji Qingzhu was in a really good mood, so he rocked the chair, put his long legs on the legs of the chair, and then said leisurely: "If you have any news, just tell me."

"Shopkeeper, are you sure you want to listen?"

"Natural."

"Then Li Huaijin accidentally let it slip in the teahouse that the shopkeeper knocked him unconscious the night before?"
Chapter completed!