When the three of them entered, Midnight Dining Hall's boss, Tan Siming, was scrubbing the dishes. The long knife scar on his face and the bitter expression on his face made him look especially ferocious in the dim light.
Although it wasn't time for customers to visit yet, the boss was already preparing to receive them at midnight …
As for the song "Old Boys" sung by Tang Youning, it had been played on an obsolete old-fashioned radio next to the boss. In this day and age, radio stations were no longer very popular, but that couldn't stop people's feelings for radio programs.
So although there weren't many radio programs, there were still people doing them. Among them, one had to mention Zhang Ye, the radio's top presenter. He wasn't just a radio presenter, he had a broadcasting background, but was also a very famous filmmaker. He had once written a book about his experiences called I Am A Big Star, and the entire book was filled with all kinds of lyrics, poems and stories … it always felt like he was showing off his knowledge.
As a veteran online novelist, Father Wang also defined the nature of this book as: hydrology.
Boss Tan was still washing the dishes. When they came in, he almost reflexively pointed at the menu on the wall and said unhurriedly, "That's all there is on the menu. But if you want to eat something else, I can make it for you. "
After all, apart from Wang Ling, this was the first time Grenade-Throwing and Song Qingshu had come here. Song Qingshu thought for a bit and felt that it wouldn't be polite to interrogate them as if they were criminals without ordering anything, so he asked for three large bowls of laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles. He even took the initiative to settle the bill: one large bowl was 20 yuan, and three large bowls were 60 yuan.
Song Qingshu straightaway threw out a one hundred yuan bill, and even waved his hand at Boss Tan to tell him to keep the change … nouveau riche was capricious!
In fact, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had been using Song Qingshu as a human ATM for the past two days. This guy had sold off all the assets he had accumulated over the years at Mo Immortal Castle, and now had so much money that he didn't know how to spend it.
"Thank you."
When the boss collected the money, he finally looked up and saw Wang Ling among the three people, and his expression instantly changed. "Eh? Aren't you that thirty-three yuan and seventy cents creative genius? "
Wang Ling: "…"
Boss Tan still had an impression of Wang Ling. After all, he was the man who had sold the song "Old Boys," which had now spread all over Huaxiu nation. Such a popular song, along with the lyrics and music, had been sold for thirty-three yuan and seventy cents … the same as two medium bowls of beef noodles.
"Boss, do you know this brother of mine?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal asked as he looked at the boss.
"He and his father came to my shop to order beef noodles before …" Boss Tan answered.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's heart trembled. It turned out that Senior Wang had also been to this shop! It seems like this shop is not simple!
"… This song 'Old Boys', you've all heard it, right?"
After thinking for a while, Boss Tan simply told him about the song "Old Boys" …
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu were greatly shaken when they heard this.
"Brother Ling, you can write songs?"
Wang Ling nodded shamelessly, his face expressionless. "…" Because from a theoretical point of view, he was just a carrier of songs.
At the mention of "Old Boys," Boss Tan's resentful expression deepened. "Previously, when Little Tang wasn't popular, he would always come to my shop. There was a time when he had to rely on me to help him survive in Songhai city. Now that he's popular, he hasn't been here for a long time … "
Speaking up to this point, Boss Tan smiled bitterly. "I was hoping that he would help me drum up some business."
"This is simply abandoning him after using him!" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal shook his head.
The boss had originally been depressed about this matter, but now that he had found someone to talk to, his mood instantly improved a lot. He looked at the previous boss and said, "By the way, why did you come to me at this hour?"
Back to the topic at hand, Boss Tan wasn't a fool. It was written very clearly in his shop that it generally opened at midnight, but these three people had come to him at seven or eight, and had even ordered three big bowls of beef noodles in one go … the most important thing was that they had even given him a tip. There was most likely something fishy going on here!
Boss Tan had seen a lot of people over the years, and could sometimes guess what the customers in his shop were thinking just by looking at their expressions.
Fortunately, Boss Tan was a straightforward person, and his attitude reassured Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. He didn't try to hide anything, and with a flash of spirit light, he took out an illustration of the stone ghost mask which he had prepared in advance. "Boss Tan, have you seen this before?"
Boss Tan cupped his chin as he gazed at the illustration, his expression gradually turning serious. He then stared at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and asked a little excitedly, "Where did you find this mask?"
When Boss Tan said this, the weight in everyone's hearts was instantly lifted — sure enough, the owner of this shabby restaurant, Boss Tan, had something to do with the stone ghost mask!
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal answered truthfully, "Brother Ling bought the mask we have on some treasure for five yuan, and it even included free shipping."
Boss Tan: "…"
"Boss Tan, if you know more about this mask, please tell us the truth. Please tell us the truth. As far as we know, there should be two stone ghost masks. This is a twin magical weapon. And now, someone is trying to use these two masks to do evil … "Saying this, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal stepped forward and gripped Boss Tan's hand tightly." Boss Tan, it's up to you to save the world! "
"…"
Boss Tan stared at the illustrated handbook for a while, then shook his head and replied, "Although I'm very surprised as to how on earth you found me, I don't know. But I'm sorry to tell you that I'm not the only one who made these two masks … When I was young, I made them with the little girl from the neighborhood. "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "… Made of mud? But there's Primordium Black Crystal in this mask … It's the hardest metal in the entire universe! "
Boss Tan thought carefully for a moment before saying, "Oh, we did indeed find some black crystals in the mud at the time, so we just put them in."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, Song Qingshu and Wang Ling: "…"
The scene fell into a dead silence.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal took a deep breath. "So, Boss Tan, you're not a smith?"
Boss Tan shrugged. "I never said I was … The girl was the one who made the masks, I just cooperated with her in making them. In the end, it was also the dry mud she baked. "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Then … does Boss Tan still have the contact information for that mud-playing little girl?"
Boss Tan: "It's been so many years, we haven't been in contact for a long time. But I still remember this girl's name. Maybe you can investigate based on this lead. "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "What's her name?"
Boss Tan: "Nuwa."
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