The middle-aged man in a suit looked around suspiciously, then covered most of his cheeks with a scarf and an incongruous cotton hat.

He lowered his body, hiding his appearance as much as possible, while looking at the waiter who was wiping the cup at the counter with a serious look on his face.

"I have a friend. Do you think he still has hope for his promotion this year?"

The young waiter was unmoved and continued to calmly wipe the endless cups with a soft white cloth strip.

The man quickly took out the prepared red ticket from his arms and pushed the red paper with a hundred numbers printed on it and pushed it there.

"After things are done, there will be a thank you!" The man's tone was very strong.

Soon, when the waiter changed the cup and wiped the paper with a hundred printed on it, he gently cut the paper into the drawer without any trace.

What money, no money, it’s just a small note of help that I accidentally fell down.

After receiving a considerable tip, the tavern owner whispered:

"Alas, because people are like you and don't come here to share news with me, so now I have no latest news to tell you."

Where the hell do I know who you are?

Do you really think I am a master of everything?

You were dressed so tightly, and you came over sneakily and asked if you could be promoted. I know who you are?

The man looked around again and felt that everyone was looking at him, so he was helpless and leaned against the counter and lowered his head.

“It’s not convenient here.”

Of course, Long Qingyun knew that it was inconvenient here. Recently, more and more martial arts masters have come here. Fortunately, no one dared to fight here so far.

This person's feelings are not wrong, indeed, many people who don't seem to be watching him are watching him.

This is the most likely place to leak news in Longzhou.

At this time, Amei came back with a plate curiously and placed the dirty cup at Long Qingyun's hand.

"A sister, then you can sell more notepads to this distressed gentleman."

Long Qingyun said to the guest: "Don't worry, Ah Mei is a mute."

People who come often know that Amei is a mute, so some female customers often give Amei some money.

The man is so heartless. He often sits with a cup of coffee for a long time, and then puts down two dollars and doesn't know how to leave.

The man quickly got the pen and notebook happily.

Long Qingyun looked at A Mei, "A Mei, go and bring me the small stove for roasting chicken wings."

Amei nodded and quickly ran upstairs.

It was cold and Long Qingyun was another person who liked to enjoy it, so he bought a small stove the size of a watermelon, put some charcoal grilled chicken wings and stewed soup to play with it.

It's mainly fun, but eating is added.

The second floor is still being renovated, because there is no hurry to make money, the progress is not fast.

Soon the man wrote a page of the monk's writing. Long Qingyun took it and looked at it, and said, "Write it clearly. This is not enough. It is best to write about your superiors and competitors. I can analyze the problem based on the situation."

The man quickly lowered his head and wrote something on his small notebook.

This person uses monk's writing, and he is indeed a monk.

The monk's writing is not about ugly writing, but a foreign language similar to Sanskrit, and this person is indeed a monk.

He came over to ask about his future, oh, no, it is his friend's future.

Ask him if his monk friend from Yunguang Temple can succeed the senior monk this year and become the warehouse manager of the temple.

Yunguang Temple, the second largest temple in Longcheng, covers an area of ​​more than 6,000 square meters and is located in the city.

His friend also asked the Bodhisattva about this kind of thing, but the Bodhisattva didn't tell him, so he didn't know where Long Qingyun heard about it, so he came to ask Long Qingyun for help.

Long Qingyun looked at the introduction on the note and said that his competitors were Yuezhong's team who usually recited scriptures and knocked on wooden fish in the main hall of the temple, and also the boss who was in charge of precepts.

However, the main competitor is the monk who is responsible for financial management.

The abbot means to let his own people be responsible for financial management and transfer the fat monk who manages the finance back to manage the warehouse.

Both are good errands, so they can be considered peaceful transfers, and they will not even pursue the previous affairs of the financial manager.

This monk was the deputy of the warehouse in the past, and he always regarded himself as the successor of the warehouse monk. Now he suddenly learned the news from the temple, and a lot of green scum appeared on his bald head.

At this time, Ah Mei brought the small stove over. Long Qingyun took the lighter and lit the note in his hand, put it in the small stove and burned it.

After the monk finished writing the new note, he handed the note in his hand like a Bodhisattva.

Long Qingyun took it and looked again.

Rumors are heard: The Dragon Girl in Tianlong Mountain is planning something. Recently, she is no longer busy with the training of the Divine Cult. She takes the temple's senior management to recite "The Biography of Wang Lanling" on Tianlong Mountain at 6 o'clock every morning.

Rumors are heard: The Taoist priest of Yuqing Temple secretly lent a sum of money to Longyi Clothing Group, about 700,000 to 1 million yuan.

Rumors are heard: The 33-year-old nun dean of the Protestant 15 Welfare House in Huanglong Street got into trouble with the editor of a married husband from the newspaper. Last week, he went to a small clinic to check out his pregnancy.

Rumors are made: The monk in charge of financial management in Yunguang Temple raised two high school girls outside, with the address of xxx, and asked the two high school students to be neighbors.

When Long Qingyun saw the last one, he couldn't bear it in an instant and threw the note into the stove.

Just forget about stealing things, Long Qingyun cares about everything where he has time, but some things that are obviously not important, Long Qingyun just can't stand it!

He also picked up the paper and pen and replied quickly.

"I don't know if your friend can be promoted, but the monk who keeps high school students will definitely not be promoted. Recently, Longcheng has investigated this very much."

The monk wearing a cotton hat was immediately overjoyed!

He quickly threw the note into the stove, and the monk looked at Amei, "Xiao Shi...waiter, how much does this book cost?"

Amei quickly stretched out one finger and two more fingers.

Two penny.

The man smiled and put his hand into his coat's arms.

At this moment, with his fat body, the temperament of the big boss and the nouveau riche was fully demonstrated.

Two red paper tickets were pressed on the table, and the monk turned around gracefully, using his collar and cotton hat to block the wind and snow that had not yet arrived outside.

Within a few seconds, the man disappeared into the cafe, and even the bells on the glass door of the cafe did not make a sound!

When Ah Mei saw two big tickets on the table, she quickly and anxiously gestured at Long Qingyun, asking Long Qingyun to call someone back soon.

Long Qingyun smiled slightly, "Don't worry, this money is not for you, it's the heating fee you bought."

Amei looked puzzled. He didn't know that there was an extra relationship between a small notebook and a small stove. The main business of the cafe has been modified and evolved!!

At present, this cafe's main income is not the income from selling coffee.

Long Qingyun smiled.

"His heart has been warmed. You can't measure the price of this love, so you don't understand it."
Chapter completed!