Chapter 4 Drunk Cloud Residence!

Author: Cricket Old Pot

Chapter 4 Drunk Cloud Residence!

The sun is warm in the afternoon and the time is quiet.

Qin Cang lay on the lounge chair in the courtyard with a comfortable face, bathing in the light golden sunshine.

It is the most comfortable state to lie down and still have a future.

Xiangling, wearing a green dress, sat next to Qin Cang, with her beautiful eyes staring at the account book in her hand.

This is Zuiyunju's account book.

Zuiyunju's daily expenses, revenue, net profit, etc. are all recorded by her.

After cultivating Xiangling to a certain level, Qin Cang became the boss and handed over the full account of Zuiyunju to Xiangling for management.

"Ling'er, how are Zuiyunju's profits in the past few days?"

Qin Cang turned his head and looked at Xiangling who was working hard on the side, and said lazyly.

In the past two days, he has launched several new dishes, all of which are very delicious dishes.

"Young Master, you are so awesome!"

"The profits of Zuiyunju have increased again in the past few days, and they can get a net profit of about thirty taels of silver every day."

Xiangling showed a deep admiration in her beautiful eyes, and she smiled.

"The net profit of thirty taels of silver is good."

Qin Cang looked calm and nodded slightly.

In this world, fifteen taels of silver are almost enough for an average family of four to spend the whole year.

Zuiyunju can get a net profit of thirty taels of silver a day, which is definitely not a small amount.

If Zuiyunju had such a profit in the past, Qin Cang would definitely be worried, afraid that someone would be targeted by someone who was interested.

But after becoming an eighth-level warrior, you don’t have to worry about that much.

The eighth-level internal cultivation level, coupled with the identity of former Huashan Sect disciples, can shock most villains.

"The net profit would have been more, but..."

Xiangling pursed her lips and looked at Qin Cang and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Just what?"

Qin Cang frowned slightly and asked.

"Young Master, your senior brother Nie Sheng has been visiting us Zuiyunju these days and has been keeping accounts."

"I came for four days in a row and recorded the account of twenty-six taels and five cents of silver."

Xiangling replied truthfully.

"Nie Sheng..."

Qin Cang's eyes froze slightly when he heard this, and he fell into thought.

After staying in Huashan for three years, he made many fellow disciples, and Nie Sheng was also among them.

Qin Cang was deeply impressed by Nie Sheng, who was in Yongning City with him.

This is a complete gambling dog.

Originally, he had a certain talent for cultivation. After practicing safely for three years, he would definitely become an eighth-level warrior.

But he was addicted to gambling and often went down the mountain to play in the casino. He was useless in his practice and failed to enter the eighth grade for three years.

He left the Huashan Sect a year ago and was considered his senior brother.

This person used to come to Zuiyunju, but he didn't know how to keep accounts.

Qin Cang guessed that Nie Sheng must have known that he had also left the Huashan Sect, so he dared to come to Zuiyunju to fight Qiufeng.

Or... Zuiyunju is targeted by someone who is interested.

"I'll go to Zuiyunju for a trip. It's not a solution to keep him in charge of the book."

Qin Cang stood up from the recliner and said.

When gambling on dogs, it must be that meat buns beat dogs and go but never return.

If such people don't deal with it, they will only become more and more rampant.

Or the person behind the scenes is becoming more and more rampant.

"Well, my son will go early and come back soon."

Xiangling nodded and responded obediently.

Immediately, Qin Cang walked towards the courtyard gate.

Zuiyunju is not far from home, just across a street.

Pedestrians were endless on the street covered with bluestone slabs, and various hawking sounds kept ringing in my ears.

Soon, Qin Cang came to Zuiyunju at the end of the street.

Zuiyunju is not big, with seven or eight tables neatly placed in the lobby on the first floor.

It was afternoon at this time. Although it was after dinner, there were still many diners in Zuiyunju.

"Boss, you are here!"

As soon as Qin Cang entered the door, a gray-clothed servant immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Young Master."

Shou Bo, who was drinking at the counter, also spoke respectfully.

Although Shou Bo is the housekeeper, most of the time, there is nothing wrong with the family, so he often comes to Zuiyunju to help.

"Shou Bo, Ergou, you guys are busy with your own things, don't hello to me."

Qin Cang waved his hand.

Then, Qin Cang walked straight up the stairs to the second floor.

After looking around the second floor for a while, my eyes were locked on a table beside the window.

There were four people sitting at the table, and the table was filled with good wine and food.

One of them had thin cheeks and was wearing a yellow-brown robe, which was Nie Sheng.

At this time, the few of them were drinking and drinking.

"Brothers, eat and drink. Today I, Mr. Nie, treat you."

Nie Sheng waved his hand very generously, picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

"Hey, Brother Nie, why are you so generous today? Could it be that you won money again?"

The scar-faced man sitting on Nie Sheng's left smiled and said.

"I won, I lost today. It's so fucking bad luck."

Nie Sheng put down his wine glass heavily, his face full of anger.

"Then where did you get the money to check out?"

Another man on the table said curiously.

Nie Sheng glanced at the man and snorted coldly: "Hmph, I have to pay for treating you? This restaurant is run by my junior brother Qin. I just come to have a meal occasionally. I have such face."

The scarred man picked up the wine pot and poured it on Nie Sheng, and smiled and agreed, "Brother Nie, it's worthy of being sent from Huashan. I'll accept you if I have a brother."

Nie Sheng picked up the wine glass again and drank it all, and said slightly drunk: "That's a bad thing, just a abandoned disciple of the Huashan Sect."

"But, my junior brother Qin is even more useless than me."

"I just didn't practice steadily, so I didn't break through to the eighth grade."

"He practiced hard for three years and had not yet broken through to the eighth grade."

Speaking of this, Nie Sheng, who was a little drunk, grinned: "Hehe, it was because he had not broken through the eighth grade and had become an abandoned disciple in Huashan that I dared to come here to eat for free."

"Even though he eats, he will never dare to do anything to us..."

Listening to these slightly harsh words, Qin Cang's face gradually became ugly.

I originally thought about the same party as my classmates, and planned to write off the previous accounts, as long as the other party does not come here again in the future.

But now it seems that doing so is too cheap.

As an eighth-level warrior, it is still easy to deal with a ninth-level warrior and three ordinary people.

"Senior Brother Nie, don't be fine."

Qin Cang walked forward, raised his palm that was wrapped in internal force and patted Nie Sheng on the shoulder.
To be continued...