2137: C2137 Storyteller

C2137 Storyteller

Yang Bo's storytelling at the teahouse continued for two days.

On the third day, when Yang Bo arrived, he saw that the teahouse was already filled with people, there were even many chairs, some of them already sitting outside, and upon seeing him, many people started cheering.

Yang Bo smiled and walked to the center of the tea house. There was already a table, a chair, and a Shocking Wood on the table.

He had expected that the storybook would be on fire, but he hadn't expected it to be like this.

It should be because the culture here is too barren!

Yang Bo stood in front of the table, and only now did he realize that directly in front of him, there were only two people at the Eight Immortals Table. The others were far away from the two of them, and even if they were squeezed together, they would not dare to get close.

Yang Bo's eyes slightly widened, but he recognized one of them, it was the Bronze-ranked warrior who had beaten the horse to death at the city gate.

The Bronze Armored Warrior was still wearing the same green robe, but his sleeves were rolled up. His arms were extremely thick, and his thighs were like that of a normal human's. He could really run horses on his arms!

The other person was around 30 years old and thinner, but this thin was only relative to the Bronze-ranked warrior. He was dressed in white, held onto a teacup, and smiled at Yang Bo.

Yang Bo was slightly stunned, then faintly smiled towards the other party, as though his heart had been struck by lightning.

In the two or three days he had been in the city, Yang Bo had become much more knowledgeable about this world. He was very clear that this man in white was indeed a Silver Hercule!

Yang Bo's thoughts went back and forth, but his hands did not stop moving. He picked up the Shocking Wood and slammed it onto the table.

"Pah!"

"Tang Xuanzang was sent out of the city gates by the city lord and has not stopped for a day or two …"

Yang Bo spent more than an hour to tell the story of Tang Monk saving his eldest disciple Sun Wukong, and how his master and disciple met the Black Wind Monster.

"Pah!" Shocking wood on the table,

"This is the end of the story for today. How is the future coming along? Let's hear it from you next time!"

The teahouse that had always been peaceful and quiet finally made a sound. Everyone let out a sigh of relief. The story was really fascinating and no one dared to disturb it.

However, just as Yang Bo finished speaking, people started shouting everyday.

"Boss, aren't you being too suspenseful?" "Every time you say that, you just want us to come back tomorrow, right?"

Yang Bo laughed, but did not respond.

This was the benefit of a serial ride. It would keep people in suspense. Otherwise, how could the teahouse business become popular?

"Can we continue with this story? This story is really too good to listen to!"

"I find it very interesting. It's still too early to go back. Boss, can you keep talking!"

"I think we can pay the admission fee again, as long as the boss can carry on with the talk!"

The audience below shouted loudly. They were all loyal listeners, and after hearing it for the first time, they would come over almost every day.

Yang Bo smiled and said, "Everyone should go back and rest early. Tomorrow, we'll still be busy!"

"What can we do if we go back so early?" Isn't it time to go back and make a wife! " A brawny man said loudly.

The crowd burst into laughter. The nightlife here was really boring. There was nothing to do but create a man!

Yang Bo chatted with everyone for a while. Seeing that Yang Bo did not agree to continue narrating the story, everyone dispersed.

When the teahouse completely quieted down, an old man with a skinny body and a face full of wrinkles walked in front of Yang Bo. He chuckled, "Mr Yang, why don't you talk for a while?"

"If I agree to them, won't I be able to receive money back in one night?"

"We can charge twice for the entrance fee and twice for the tea. Wouldn't we be able to make a profit out of that?"

"You are still young right now, so you must earn more money and buy more spirit herbs to refine your body. This way, you will be able to raise your Golden Warrior as soon as possible!"

"As long as you raise your Golden Warrior, wouldn't that mean you have nothing to gain? "Think about it. When a woman turns upside down, all men will …"

Yang Bo waved his hand to interrupt the old man's fantasies, and said: "Boss Tian, have you seen Golden Warrior before?"

Old man Tian smiled in embarrassment, "This place is a small one and Silver Warrior are rare even here. How could I have seen Golden Warrior before?"

"You have to know, even if it's Silver Warrior s, they're still figures in the sky. They don't even care about people like us!"

"You saw it just now. That Silver Hercule is sitting opposite you, did he talk to you?"

"My eyes are always growing in the sky, how can I possibly pay attention to them …"

Yang Bo stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his fingers, "That's enough, old man Tian, pay quickly!"

There are a total of 57 guests today. Adding up the ticket fee, it'll be 2850 yuan and the tea fee, 800 yuan, for a total of 3 taels of silver, 650 yuan!

"In accordance to our previous agreement, the ticket fee is thirty to seventy percent. You get one thousand seven hundred gold coins!"

"The fee for the tea is over four hundred gold coins. You should get five to five credits. You should get two hundred gold coins."

"You should get two taels of silver in total!"

Yang Bo stared at Old Man Tian and chuckled. Back then, laozi also scored a perfect score in elementary school!

"Boss Tian, you haven't calculated it clearly, right? Do it again?" Yang Bo said.

Old man Tian chuckled. "That's right!"

Yang Bo stared at Elder Tian. The words and mathematics here were very backward and many people did not even know how to settle the score. This was also the reason why Elder Tian dared to lie to Yang Bo!

"Recount your ticket income again!" Yang Bo said.

Seeing the fierce look on Yang Bo's face, Elder Tian was startled and quickly retreated a step. He picked up the brush and started drawing, "Let me calculate again, calculate again!"

Knowing that he could not handle it, Boss Tian finally calculated the correct result, "I calculated wrong, the tickets are split into 1995 text!"

"It's two taels of silver!" Yang Bo said.

Old man Tian was taken aback for a moment before immediately reacting. He nodded and said, "Yes, two taels!"

Yang Bo looked at Boss Tian. He had only treated storytelling as an errand to earn money and did not plan to do it for a long time.

"Boss Tian, you can secretly record my storytelling at the counter. I won't pursue the matter!"

"However, it's my turn. I can't afford to lose any more money from now on!"

Yang Bo stared at Elder Tian and said.

Old man Tian hurriedly nodded. "It can't be, it can't be!"

Yang Bo took the money and walked out.

The inside of the city was a little dark, but Yang Bo was familiar with the roads. He walked to the medicine store and brought away the spirit medicine under the complaints of the medicine store owner.2

Returning back to the rented little house, Yang Bo prepared the spirit herbs proportionally, boiled water and prepared to soak in a medicinal bath.

Because he had not experienced the medicinal bath before, Yang Bo's body refinement began with the most basic of the body forging medicines for the Black Iron Warriors. These medicines were relatively cheaper and were effective towards him.

Although it had only been two days of soaking in the medicinal bath, Yang Bo felt his muscles become much stronger, and his clothes become a little tight.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

Just as Yang Bo was about to ignite the fire to boil the water, a knock came from the door.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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