The next morning, Ye Xuan woke up early. The waiter named Xiao Li had almost become his full-time personal servant. As soon as he saw Ye Xuan wake up, he came in with warm water, toothpaste, towels, and other things. As for the clothes that he had asked him to buy last night, they had already been delivered last night.
After washing up, Ye Xuan walked out of the room and headed for the tea place in front.
As mentioned before, people in Guangdong and Hong Kong liked to drink morning tea very much, so there were several types of teahouses, such as Sanli Restaurant, Sanfen Hall, Wufen Hall, Ermao Room, and so on. In Sanli Restaurant, one Gu tea was priced at 0.003 yuan (it was calculated in silver dollars here, which was about 50 cents now); Sanfen Hall, one Gu tea was priced at 0.02 yuan; Wufen Hall, one Gu tea was priced at 0.05 yuan; and Ermao Room, one Gu tea was priced at 0.2 yuan. The difference in the prices of the same Gu tea was mainly due to the difference in the environment and service of the teahouses. Sanli Restaurant was a lobby without a private room. The waiter ran back and forth with a teapot, making it noisy. Ermao Room, on the other hand, was a private room with records to listen to and dedicated waiters to serve. Apart from tea, one could also order coffee and red wine. It was a bit like a coffee shop today.
Therefore, even though it was only six or seven in the morning, there were still people coming and going in the restaurant. Many people ordered a few small snacks, brewed a pot of good tea, and found a place to sit down and chat. It was a peaceful and prosperous scene.
Ye Xuan stood in front of the stairs and sighed in his heart as he looked at the scene. The current prosperous scene was short-lived. In another two years, the whole of China would fall into a tragic situation where the country would be destroyed and families would be destroyed.
Since he was here, he should try his best to do something for them!
After calming himself down, Ye Xuan walked to the front hall of the restaurant. With his current amount of money, he could naturally sit in "Second Hair Room". However, he naturally had his reasons for coming to the lobby.
"Mr Ye, you're so early!" Martial Arts Addict Lin got up early and was busy behind the counter. When he saw Ye Xuan coming down, he greeted him enthusiastically.
"Good morning, Boss Lin!" Last night, Ye Xuan had learned that Martial Arts Fanatic Lin's real name was Lin Zhengze, and his younger brother, Sha Dan Yuan, was called Lin Zhengyuan. Their nicknames were because Lin Zhengze was crazy about martial arts, and he had learned from all the masters on the Martial Arts Street. His younger brother, on the other hand, was a little more straightforward and bold. "Sha Dan" meant bold in Cantonese, and this nickname meant that his younger brother was a simple-minded person with well-developed limbs. (Both of them are actually fictional characters. They don't have real names. Sugar Water can choose one for herself.)
"Mr Ye, do you want some morning tea? There are private rooms upstairs! " As the manager of a restaurant, Martial Fanatic Lin was quite qualified. He never forgot to attract business for his restaurant.
"No need, I'm alone. It's boring to sit in a private room. The lobby is quite lively. Let's find a seat in the lobby. Help me make a pot of good tea and a few of your restaurant's signature snacks." Ye Xuan smiled and waved his hand.
"Well, that's good. Xiao Zhu, clean up this empty table and bring Mr Ye there!" Martial Arts Fanatic Lin called a waiter next to him and said.
Ye Xuan nodded at Martial Arts Fanatic Lin, then followed the waiter to a table with a decent environment and sat down. After a few minutes, the waiter brought over a pot of tea and a few exquisite snacks, such as crystal dumplings, steamed ribs, glutinous rice chicken, durian cakes, and barbecued pork buns. The aroma of the food was very fragrant, and it looked even more appetizing.
Ye Xuan was a little hungry. He poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. Although he didn't know how to taste tea, it was quite delicious. Then, he picked up his chopsticks and slowly ate his breakfast while listening to the sound of the pipa in the restaurant.
After eating for a while, he saw a group of people gathering nearby. A person wearing a small hat, Sha Dan Yuan, whom he had seen at Ye Wen's house yesterday, was surrounded by the crowd. At this moment, he was gesticulating and telling the people around him what he had seen the night before in a vivid and vivid manner.
"Ye Wen's friend used the Heavenly King's Lift and then used the Prajna Palm to send Master Liao flying!" As Sha Ganduan spoke, he gestured at the same time. It was even more vivid than a storyteller.
"Prajna Palm? Isn't that the martial arts of Shaolin? Could it be that Ye Wen's friend is a Shaolin monk? "The people around them who were listening to the commotion were curious and asked directly.
"Cough!" When Ye Xuan, who was eating a barbecued pork bun, heard this, he almost spat out the barbecued pork bun in his mouth. He raised his hand and touched his hair, then looked at his hand. Since when did he become a Shaolin monk? Why didn't he know that he even practiced a high-level martial art like the Prajna Palm?
"How would I know? Maybe he's a layman disciple of Shaolin, like Fang Shiyu and Hong Xiguan!" Sha Dan Yuan tried his best to defend himself. Then, he smiled and said, "In short, he sent Master Liao flying with one palm. He flew for almost ten meters!"
"Wow!" The surrounding people who didn't know what was going on immediately exclaimed. Was he still human?
"Pu!" Ye Xuan, who was drinking tea, directly spat out the tea in his mouth. Sending a person flying ten meters with one palm? Sha Dan Yuan, are you sure that I'm practicing the Prajna Palm and not the Buddha's Palm?
Sha Dan Yuan didn't know that the person he was bragging about was listening at the side. He continued to brag, "However, after Master Liao was hit, he was still very indignant. He actually used a hungry dog snatching poop to hit Ye Wen's friend!"
"Then, how did Ye Wen's friend make his move?" The surrounding people were obviously fascinated by Sha Dan Yuan's narration and couldn't help but ask.
Seeing that the surrounding people seemed to be overhearing him, Sha Dan Yuan said proudly, "Ye Wen's friend's move was very simple. It was just one punch. With one punch, he sent Master Liao flying. I'm guessing that his fist technique might not be simple. It might be …"
"It might be what?" Seeing that Sha Dan Yuan was keeping them in suspense, the surrounding people couldn't help but ask anxiously.
"It might be. It's the Shaolin secret fist technique — Fist of Seven Injuries!" Sha Dan Yuan said proudly.
"Dang!" The chopsticks in Ye Xuan's hand fell onto the table. Looking at the proud Sha Dan Yuan, he really wanted to ask him if he was from the Shaolin Temple or the Kongtong Sect.
"I thought that Master Liao was very good at fighting, but he didn't even have the strength to fight back. He was beaten like a pig. Hahaha!" Sha Dan Yuan laughed out loud.
At this moment, Ye Wen's figure walked in from the entrance of the restaurant.
"Morning!" Ye Wen walked directly to the counter and greeted Martial Fanatic Lin, who was standing behind the counter.
"Morning, Brother Wen … Be careful!" Martial Fanatic Lin was about to greet Ye Wen when he suddenly looked behind Ye Wen with his eyes wide open and exclaimed.
The smile on Ye Wen's face suddenly froze. He felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. His body tilted slightly and he used "Horse Retreat" to take a step back. Then, with his many years of experience as a martial artist, he blocked with one hand and used "Snake Hand" to strike the person behind him.
Bang!
With a dull sound, Ye Wen felt a strong force coming at him. His body couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Morning, Brother Wen!" Just when Ye Wen wanted to see who was attacking him, he heard a familiar smile.
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In the previous chapter, I wrote "There are no surveillance cameras". It means that the main character hasn't found any traces of surveillance cameras in this era. Thank you to my friends who like this book. I'll also shamelessly ask for a recommendation vote. If you have a "Dream Ticket", can you vote for one? Tang Shui doesn't even know what a Dream Ticket looks like.
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