Chapter 352 I will accompany you to the end

   "No, Madam, don't worry, I never dare to slack off, and I will try my best to manage the teahouse well."

   "Well, it's good if you have this idea, is there a private room upstairs?"

   Shopkeeper Zhuo nodded hurriedly: "There just so happens to be another one, I'll ask Xiao Er to take you..."

'Snapped! ’ A silver ingot of five taels was patted on the counter, "Miss Ben wants this private room, shopkeeper, quickly take us up."

  Everyone was stunned for a moment.

  Yang Lan'er looked sideways at the girl in front of her. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, her skin was as creamy and could be broken by blowing bullets. There was a little arrogance in her eyes, which completely destroyed her gentle and gentle temperament.

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   Followed by three or four young masters and their maidservants.

   They all look at the world with contempt, eyes above the top.

   Could it be that people are divided into groups and birds of a feather flock together?

   "This... this lady, this lady came before you." The shopkeeper Zhuo was a bit in a dilemma. The teahouse was newly opened, and he didn't want to let these guests go, but at the same time he didn't want his wife to be wronged.

   "Please call me Miss Shou, why? Think I'm biting your hand with money?" Miss Shou glared at him.

   "Miss Shou, you misunderstood, I mean first come, first served, this lady came before you." Shopkeeper Zhuo explained with a smile.

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   "Did she pay the silver? If she didn't pay the silver, it doesn't count." The first eldest lady forced her words and looked at the person behind her: "You guys, am I right?"

   "Yes, yes, the eldest lady is never wrong." The few people who came with her echoed.

   "You..." Xiao Ruo got angry and wanted to reason with them.

  Yang Lan'er squeezed her hand, signaling her to wait and see.

   "Boom!"

"I pay ten taels, shopkeeper. My wife wants this private room. Besides, I'm the first to arrive today." Yang Lan'er picked up a ten taels of silver ingot and slapped it in front of shopkeeper Zhuo, and looked at the big man provocatively. miss.

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   "You..." Miss Shou glared at her angrily, turned around and grabbed the purse in the maid's hand, and took out a ten taels of silver: "Miss Japan is going to book this private room."

   "Oh, so that's the case, Miss Shou wants to compare financial resources with my wife, so I'll add another ten taels." After finishing speaking, Yang Lan'er took out another twelve taels.

Seeing that she lacked confidence in what she said, Miss Shou secretly rejoiced in her heart, and snorted coldly: "My lady also adds ten taels, hmph, if you don't have money, don't slap your face swollen and pretend to be fat, you will suffer for your face, and pariahs like you earn a lot of money." Ten taels and twenty taels is not easy, isn’t it? Maybe the money on the counter is your family’s annual expenses. This lady is kind-hearted, so I advise you to do what you can.”

   "This, this... this..." Shopkeeper Zhuo watched his wife fight against the customer, wiped the sweat from his forehead, wanted to persuade him but didn't know what to say, he felt that his wife should not be such a reckless person.

   "Madam, add another ten taels. Don't you young ladies know how to respect the old and love the young?" Yang Lan'er reluctantly took out another ten taels from her purse.

   "Hmph, you are still far from being old. Besides, why should I respect you? You are not worthy of your status. Miss Ben follows up. If you have the ability, you continue to improve. Miss Ben will accompany you to the end."

   "That's right, keep adding more, don't tell me your purse is about to bottom out?" Another girl in a blue skirt echoed.

  Yang Lan'er looked at the thirty-five taels of silver on the counter, thinking that the minimum consumption in the private room was only five taels, and if she added it up, she would get forty taels, forty taels was a lot, enough for her to come back eight times.

  (end of this chapter)

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