"That's good. If I remember correctly, it will be ten days later, the tenth day of the lunar month, right?"

Fang Che asked.

"Yes, yes! Yes!" Cripple Hong Er was extremely surprised: "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for remembering."

"Not only do you remember, but I will also go drinking when the time comes. But be sure to prepare some good wine so as not to lose your brothers." Fang Che joked.

"That is absolutely impossible! It must be a stage! Every table is a stage!"

Cripple Hong Er was so steadfast in his oath that he almost swore.

"That's good."

Fang Che asked: "Is it quiet in this building now?"

"It's never been quiet... It's a nice octagonal building, but the middle is empty, and it turned into a huge platform. It's just been completed... Oh, this is a huge project."

Hong Erzi said: "How can these guys do anything, Mr. Fang, you don't know, but in the past two days I have been here, I have seen that kind of iron-blooded platform that has been around for decades and hundreds of years, entering this building."

There are no less than 20,000 jars. Are these people using this kind of good wine to bathe? There are thousands of empty wine jars coming out every day."

Fang Che suddenly asked: "Where is the empty wine jar?"

"I put it away, it happened to be useful to me." Hong Er Lame said without thinking.

Then he was stunned for a moment.

Fang Che also has a black streak.

He stared at the lame Hong Er, and immediately wanted to smash this ugly head into his neck.

This bastard really had this idea in mind!

"Thank you for thinking it through!"

Fang Che fiercely tapped Hong Er on the head of the cripple: "Brothers are running around for you, why the hell are you planning to let everyone drink fake wine!"

"No no... no no no, I don't dare, Mr. Fang. I definitely don't dare anymore..."

Cripple Hong Er hurriedly begged for mercy with a look of shame on his face.

"I just collected it and sold it... I really didn't mean that. Although the wine we drank was not old enough, it is definitely real. I swear, Mr. Fang, you have to believe me!"

"If I find something wrong when the time comes... I'll cancel your wedding immediately!" Fang Che threatened in a low voice.

"I swear to my Hong family ancestors that I will never dare to do that! I will definitely let everyone drink real wine!"

Cripple Hong Er was startled and swore hastily.

I was thinking in my mind, drinking real wine would cost a lot of money and I couldn’t get it out. Who should I ask to borrow some more money?

Yun Jianqiu? It should be easy to borrow that thing from the Outer World, right? And won’t this thing go back? As long as he goes back... won’t this money be saved again?

"You better be honest!"

Fang Che warned.

Cripple Hong Er was obedient and agreed repeatedly.

Dong Yunyu looked at the lame Hong Er with a strange look in his eyes.

There are such talents guarding the main hall. It has to be said that it feels a bit... like meeting someone of the same kind... although this kind of person is very weak.

So he patted Hong Er on the shoulder and said, "You have to work harder."

Cripple Hong Er nodded instinctively and bowed: "Yes, yes. You are right."

Since he is with Mr. Fang, he must be a big shot, so it is always right to flatter him first.

"Then you know where I want you to work harder?" Dong Yunyu said.

"Where?" Hong Er was confused.

"In the place where you are best at." Dongyun Yu said.

"What's my best place? What's my best place?" Hong Er, the cripple, touched his head, a little confused.

Dongyun's jade clothes were fluttering, her hair was fluttering, and her expression was cold. As if she was about to ride on the wind, she was like an immortal guiding the way and turning stones into gold. She gently tapped Hong Er's lips in the air and smiled without saying a word.

Cripple Hong Er stopped talking.

After watching Fang Cheyemeng and Dong Yunyu go in...

Cripple Hong Er murmured to himself: "I'm afraid he's not a bitch..."

Then his eyes suddenly widened: "Ah, how did Mr. Fang get in? There is no one of our own here."

…

Fang Che put his hands on his back, took Dong Yunyu and Ye Meng with him, and Shi Shiran entered the Sihai Bahuang Building.

The shopkeeper was in front of the counter, frowning and looking a little worried. The waiters next to him also had trepidation on their faces.

Obviously, the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands Towers were occupied by the Heavenly Palace and other worldly mountain gates, and everyone was worried.

After all, everyone knows that these guys are not easy to mess with, and they must have a purpose for coming here.

Maybe someone gets angry with someone and the whole world will be destroyed if they take action.

How could I not feel anxious and trembling? I simply didn’t dare to take a breath.

Someone inside shouted for hot water, and the waiter here almost had to break his legs to rush over there. If he went a little slower, he would feel that his head was no longer on his neck.

It wouldn't be a scolding, but such a slanted look of dissatisfaction like a blade; as ordinary people, these shop waiters would be unable to sleep for several nights.

As soon as he dreamed, a sword light fell on his neck, and he woke up from his dream with a scream...

This feeling is so sour and refreshing.

Even though these people were renovating their own inn, the people in Shihaibahuanglou did not dare to say anything.

Buchou's reputation can scare away more than 99% of people in the world.

But none of the people living here today can be scared away. Even if Buchou himself is here, they will not give in.

This is the strength of these worldly gates ranked in the first echelon!

When Fang Che walked into the lobby, the shopkeeper immediately stood up and looked up. He saw the uniform of the guard hall, Venus, and Fang Che's face. The old shopkeeper immediately came up to him as if he had seen his own mother.

"Mr. Fang, why are you here? What a distinguished guest."

Fang Che smiled: "I heard that business has been booming recently, so I came here to take a look."

The old shopkeeper looked disheveled, lowered his voice, shook his head, and said with a vicissitudes of life, "Mr. Fang... ah... this money, this money... is hard to make..."

"What's so difficult? Just open the door to do business and welcome customers from all over the world with a smile."

Fang Che comforted: "Isn't this how business is? You have to make money when you should, and you have to live life when you need to. No matter what your cultivation level is, no matter what your status is, no matter what power you have, but you are just an inn here. They don't care

No matter how unreasonable you are, you still have to pay for your stay in the hotel! Don’t worry, besides, we are guarding the main hall and making decisions for you.”

"Thank you, Mr. Fang. I appreciate Mr. Fang's kind words."

"Give me their list of hotels, and I'll go in and verify them."

Fang Che smiled and said, "When you come to our place, you must obey the rules."

Fang Che wanted to take a look at the list first and make sure he had some idea.

The old shopkeeper had a sad look on his face: "There is no list..."

"Why is there no list?"

Fang Che frowned: "You don't register when you stay in the hotel?" Hey, this is a good breakthrough.

Fang Che instantly overturned all his previous plans in his mind and decided to implement the new plan. He was still a little annoyed that he didn't think of it: Right, who of these guys would be willing to register honestly when they came to stay at the hotel?

"I really didn't register..."

The old shopkeeper almost fainted. How could I dare to ask them to register if these vicious gangsters could destroy my inn with just one breath?

"When I came here, I just asked if I wanted to register. Someone stared at me coldly, and then asked me coldly: Do you still want to register? I... I really don't dare... to say one more word.

I’m afraid this old man’s life will be lost.”

The old shopkeeper almost cried: "Mr. Fang, please forgive me."

"I can't blame you."

Fang Che sighed and said sternly: "But it's wrong for them not to register, because this way we can't monitor or protect the main hall, let alone be aware of it."

"This is against the rules."

Fang Che said: "So you send someone to follow me and go up to register."

"Register?"

"Yes, registration is required! This is our rule for guarding the main hall! Failure to register when staying in a hotel is a huge unsafe factor. How dare these people do this? Is there any justice?"

Mr. Fang looked upright and selfless.

…

[I heard people talking about piracy in the afternoon, and I couldn’t help but be slightly surprised. It’s been fifteen years, and you’re still watching my pirated copies? Brother, come back and make up for it. I’ve been waiting for you for fifteen years. I want to spend a few dollars on you.]
Chapter completed!