Inspector Pei had some milk tea and refreshments, and an idea flashed in his mind, and he already had a good sentence.

Someone brought a pen and ink, spread out the snow-white rice paper on the table, dipped the brush in ink, thought for a moment, and then moved his strong and powerful wrist.

After some smooth writing, a seven-character poem about leisurely residence appeared on the page.

After finishing writing, Inspector Pei stared at it for a while, and was quite satisfied with the poem and words he had written. Then he wrote the signature, took out the jade seal from his purse, took a breath of hot air, and stamped it hard on the signature.

Pei Mingfeng stood up, stood beside his grandfather, and read the poem written by his grandfather carefully, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

Sure enough, this old ginger is still spicy, and this poem written by my grandfather is really good.

The poem "Inspector Pei" is not just about a kind of tea or a kind of food.

Instead, the environment, tea, snacks, and services of Youranju are all written in the poem.

The waiter took Inspector Pei's poem to You He to read. You He immediately took out a membership card and asked the waiter to give the membership card to Inspector Pei. He also asked the waiter to praise Inspector Pei for his talent and thank Inspector Pei for the poem.

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Inspector Pei got his wish and got the membership card. The grandfather and grandson sat for a while, then left Youranju with a few snacks.

At the Ning's Tea House next door, there was a crowd at the door. There was not a single customer in the tea house. The shopkeeper and waiters were busy swatting flies.

"Hey..." The shopkeeper let out a long sigh and looked at the deserted lobby with no customers. If this continues, their teahouse will be closed down soon.

Although the teahouse business is not easy to do in Jiangzhou City, before the Youran House opened, there were still people coming to the Ning Family Teahouse, and they could barely support it.

As soon as Youranju opened, they had no business at all. Although their tea and snacks were cheaper than Youranju, a pot of tea only cost fifty yuan, and the snacks were not expensive, but people would rather spend more at Youranju.

I don't want to come to a cheap place like theirs.

The shopkeeper also thought of some ways to do half-price promotions, but with little success. Moreover, if they keep doing half-price promotions, they will really have to pay for it.

Mr. Ning hurried into the teahouse and was startled when he saw the deserted lobby. He had not been to the teahouse for more than ten days. Why was this teahouse so deserted?

The shopkeeper saw him and hurriedly came out from the counter to greet him.

"My boss." The shopkeeper bowed his hands.

"Master." The waiter also bowed.

Mr. Ning's eyes were black and blue, and his eye sockets were sunken. He frowned and asked, "Why are there no customers?"

The shopkeeper was afraid that his boss would blame him for not being able to do anything, so he said with a grimace: "Our teahouse's business used to be good, but as soon as the Youranju Teahouse next door opened, it snatched away all the guests of our teahouse. Many old customers also

They didn’t come, they all went next door.”

Mr. Ning is very busy these days, and he has never heard of Youranju. Now that the shopkeeper said that the teahouse next door had stolen customers from his own teahouse, he, who was already irritable, became even more angry.

Where can't we open a tea room? This tea room is located right next to his Ning's tea house. It is obviously deliberately trying to steal the business of their Ning's tea house.

"Is there any money on the cabinet?" He still had something urgent to do, so he would put it aside for the time being, the tearoom next door's competition for business. After he finished the important things, he would clean up the tearoom next door.

The shopkeeper was startled for a moment and said, "Isn't it time to pay the account yet?"

They pay accounts once a month, at the end of each month, and when they pay accounts, they pay together the money they earned that month.

"Just give it to me first." Mr. Ning said impatiently.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

The shopkeeper entered the counter, opened the cash cabinet with the key, and took out all the money earned this month.

"That's it?" Mr. Ning shouted loudly, looking at the handful of broken silver in the shopkeeper's hand.

This handful of broken silver doesn't even have twenty taels.
Chapter completed!