Superintendent Pei used some milk tea and refreshments, and a flash of inspiration in his mind was already there.

I took the pen and ink, spread the snow-white rice paper on the table, dipped the brush ink, and thought for a while, and my vigorous and powerful wrist started to move.

A few writings of flowing clouds and water, a seven-character poem about Lei Ranju is vividly displayed on the paper.

After writing, Superintendent Pei stared at him for a while, and was quite satisfied with the poems and words he wrote.

Then he wrote the signature, took out the jade seal from his purse, blew a breath of heat, and pressed it hard on the signature.

Pei Mingfeng stood up, stood beside his grandfather, and carefully savored the poems he wrote, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

Sure enough, this ginger is still so hot, and the poem written by my grandfather is really good.

The poem by Gui Xue Pei does not simply write about a kind of tea or food, but also writes the leisurely environment, tea, snacks, and service in the poem.

The waiter took the poem Pei's poem to You He for reading it. You He immediately took out a membership card and asked the waiter to give the membership card to Pei, and asked the waiter to praise Pei's talent and thanked Pei for giving the poem.

Superintendent Pei got his wish and got his membership card. After sitting for a while, he took a few snacks away and left Youran's residence.

The Ningjia Teahouse next door was deserted at the entrance, and there was no customer in the teahouse. The shopkeeper and the client were both idle and slapped the flies.

"Oh..." The shopkeeper sighed long, looking at the lobby where there was no guest. If this continues, their teahouse will be closed soon.

Although the teahouse business is not easy to do in Jiangzhou City, before Youranju opened, there were still people from their Ningjia teahouse, which could barely support it.

Once this Youranju opened, they had no business at all.

Although their tea and dim sum are cheaper than Youranju, and a pot of tea is only fifty cents, and dim sum is not expensive, they would rather spend more money to Youranju than come to their cheap place.

The shopkeeper also thought of some solutions and carried out half-price activities, but the results were very little.

Moreover, if they keep running half-price activities, they will really have to pay.

Mr. Ning hurried into the teahouse and was stunned when he saw the lonely lobby. He hadn't been to the teahouse for only ten days. Why is this teahouse so deserted?

The shopkeeper saw him and hurriedly came out of the counter.

"Boss."

The shopkeeper bowed.

"Boss."

The guy bowed too.

Mr. Ning was blue and black, his eyes were sunken, and he frowned and asked, "Why don't there be a single customer?"

The shopkeeper was afraid that the boss would blame him for his incompetence, so he said with a bitter face: "Our teahouse had good business in the past, but as soon as the Youranju teahouse opened, he snatched all the guests of our teahouse.

Many old customers stopped coming and went next door.”

Mr. Ning has been very busy these days and has never heard of Youranju.

Now that he heard from the shopkeeper that the teahouse next door snatched the guests from his own teahouse, he was already irritated and became even more angry.

Where can't you open a tea room?

The tea room was opened next to his Ning Family Teahouse, which was clearly deliberately robbing their Ning Family Teahouse's business.

"Can there be silver on the cabinet?"

He has important things, and the next tea room will keep it for the time being.

When he finishes his important tasks, he will come to clean up the tea room next door.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment and said, "It's not time to hand over the account yet?"

They pay the accounts once a month, and each month is at the end of the month. When they submit the accounts, they pay the money they earned in that month together.

"You give it to me first."

Mr. Ning said impatiently.

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

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

"That's all?"

Mr. Ning shouted loudly as he looked at the broken silver in the shopkeeper's hand.

This handful of broken silver didn't even have twenty taels of taels.

The shopkeeper drooped his eyebrows and said, "This little money was made in the first half of the month! The business was snatched away by the teahouse next door. I'm afraid that even this little money will be gone next month."
Chapter completed!