Expressway... No, thoroughfare, outside the lantern riddle corridor.

The grandfather and grandson paused for a while.

"Aweng, let's... do you want another batch of lantern riddles?"

The fat kid asked hesitantly.

The chubby old man sighed loudly:

"Eh, forget it."

The old man waved his hand with a sigh on his face:

"Being able to get three in a row is considered his ability. It's quite impressive when you think about it. It seems... it's a very novel relationship... Anyway, it's just that young people nowadays, I really look down on it more and more.

understood."

The fat kid scratched his head and said:

"Ah, this pretty young lady is blindfolded this time. Is she blind? That's pitiful. I can't say that the folding fan man is just kind-hearted and wants to give this young lady a home..."

"..."

The fat old man knocked on his grandson's forehead and said with a straight face:

"He hasn't given me the money yet, and you've already spoken empathically on his behalf. Silly boy, go and collect the money."

"oh oh."

Seeing another fool failing to guess the lantern riddles, he walked down the corridor in annoyance. The fat kid ran back and continued to hand out wooden signs.

Soon, it was Ouyang Rong's turn in the team.

Just before he got off the bus, he asked Ali for three taels of silver.

On weekdays, Ouyang Rong doesn't spend much money. Zhen Shuyuan controls the money in the Huaiye Lane mansion. Every half a month, the beautiful woman in Luoqun will give a sum of money to Ali and Wei Lai, who love her nephew, to take care of his daily life and travel.

.

Tonight I ran through the lantern riddle corridor for the first time, and the three taels of silver came from Rong Zhen.

The second time was done by Xie Lingjiang, who was so generous that he gave it to the grandfather and grandson who set up the stall with a wave of his hand.

This time, it was actually his salary and pocket money.

A real master usually asks girls to spend money for him when he goes out. A hidden logic is that the more one party takes the initiative to pay, the more inseparable he will be from the other party. This is called a sunk cost, so sometimes, the more you like her, the more you get.

Ask her to give you flowers. Of course, Ouyang Rong will definitely not ask the embroiderer for the ticket money now that he is visiting the thatched cottage.

After receiving a familiar wooden sign and walking to the lantern riddle corridor, Ouyang Rong glanced at the three taels of silver temporarily stored in the fat kid's hand and chuckled.

Zhao Qingxiu stood with her stick outside the entrance of the corridor, waiting on the spot.

"Long Ling——"

She covered her face and slowly turned towards the place where her unique jade crunching sound came out.

You know, he's there.

Ouyang Rong's speed this time was faster than last time.

Because most of the lantern riddles on the corridor have not been replaced.

After all, no one could have imagined that there would be a max-level player who would repeatedly come to this novice village to speed pass and get equipment.

It’s the same Lantern Festival night, but why does it feel like you’ve celebrated it three times?

Seeing Ouyang Rong walking leisurely and picking up the mandarin duck jade hairpin with ease, the grandfather and grandson setting up the stall were filled with regrets.

However, the fat old man still calmed down his expression, clasped his fists as usual, and assisted the person who cleared the corridor.

In front of the female companion he brought with him, he complimented:

"Congratulations, young master, you are truly a great talent. My dear wife, you are truly blessed to have such a husband."

"Um."

Ouyang Rong put his hands behind his back, turned the mandarin duck jade hairpin with his fingers, responded, and did not leave immediately.

The fat old man kept a polite smile and looked at him.

Ouyang Rong also looked at the fat old man with a smile.

The two of them looked at each other for ten breaths across a counter table.

The fat kid who had received thirty taels of silver for the ticket was still handing out wooden signs at the entrance of the long corridor in the distance, with his back to the two of them, as if he didn't notice anything strange here.

The fat old man did not squint or look at his grandson who "forgot to come over".

Curious question:

"Uh, sir, is there anything else you can do? A good night is short, but... don't keep the beauties waiting in the cold wind for too long."

The word "men" is quite strong, and I don't know whether it is intentional or accidental.

Ouyang Rong stared at the old man's fat face, his face not red, his heart not beating, he stretched out his hand and said:

"Did the boss forget something?"

The fat old man's face changed slightly, and he looked a little worried. He was quite good at doing things before, but now he suddenly has low emotional intelligence.

But he didn't have much to say. The sign he put up said: Pass through the corridor and the tickets will be returned.

The fat old man with a black face exhaled reluctantly, turned his head, and prepared to call his grandson.

At the same time, he was silently planning in his mind to set a new rule on the wooden sign later, such as... each husband can only bring one young lady to receive one of our store's hairpin prizes in his lifetime, and he is not allowed to take more.

Firmly protect pure love.

Sure enough, for businesses, behind every outrageous regulation, there is an outrageous story...

"etc."

Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his hand to interrupt and said with a smile:

"The ticket price is a small matter, don't worry. I'm here to make friends. I have a chance to meet you tonight. I'm very happy to see you. I have a few humble opinions that I don't know whether to talk about or not."

The fat old man looked at the handsome young man with a confident smile in front of him in a daze, and asked cautiously:

"What do you mean, young master?"

Ouyang Rong first shook the mandarin duck jade hairpin in his hand, then tapped the wooden box in the fat old man's hand with his chin:

"How many family heirloom hairpins are there in the boss's box?"

Fat old man with a straight face:

"I don't understand what the young master is talking about. In fact, these are the three...four that have been passed down in the family, and only the last one is left. I am waiting for a destined person, and I hope that the young master will be merciful, don't do things to the extreme, and leave a trace in everything..."

Ouyang Rong smiled and nodded, interrupting:

"That's a lot of money, that's fine. Thirty-two pieces a piece is enough for you to make a big profit, or you can restock later."

"Thirty-two pieces? Replenishment? What do you mean, sir?"

"When negotiating a business deal, of course, it is based on your trust."

Ouyang Rong's smile remained unchanged and he raised a finger:

"For this business, you only need to do two simple things.

"First, tell me where you can buy this jade hairpin and where the source is.

"Second, please give me a copy of the love-hate stories you wrote for Hairpin."

The fat old man narrowed his eyes: "Young Master hasn't said yet how this business will benefit me. What if it's to steal the business?"

Ouyang Rong smiled, then raised four fingers and said leisurely:

"I'm not trying to steal business, but I'm trying to make you rich.

“Since it’s business, it’s about mutual help.

"First of all, after this time, I won't bring the young lady here again, so you can do business with peace of mind.

"Second, please take the thirty taels of silver for the ticket, I don't want it anymore. I believe that these three taels of silver are actually enough to purchase several pieces, so it doesn't matter.

"Third, your lantern riddles are too simple. Let me leave you with a lantern riddle as the finale. I guarantee you will make a lot of money every Lantern Festival."

"Fourth... Actually, the fourth benefit has to wait one night... Your Excellency, please keep these mandarin duck jade hairpins. They may be worthless tomorrow."

“What does it mean to have a price but no market?”

The fat old man looked confused and asked.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing, turned the mandarin duck jade hairpin with two fingers, and asked lightly:

"Do you want to do this business or not?"

The fat old man looked hesitant and whispered:

"The first point you said is no longer a condition. Our store has rules. You can't come here again..."

Ouyang Rong pouted:
To be continued...