Author: Looking at the beauty after crossing the water

The black and white photo in the shrine couldn't speak, but Zhang Yi always felt that this guy's eyes were always staring at him.

Uncle Zeng said he was dead.

Is he really dead?

No one can be seen alive or dead, and his death is only an official conclusion.

Even if he dies, or just like the Penglai master in the story, he lives in another way.

Even the story itself may be a smokescreen that Zhang Shulai deliberately left behind for himself.

Perhaps there is another twist in the story. Master Penglai is not dead, he designed it from beginning to end.

Even if there is no Chunyangzi, there will still be Dongyangzi, Xiayangzi, and Qiuyangzi. There will always be someone who will serve him step by step under the arrangement of Master Penglai.

Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and put the photo on the table.

He sighed with a look of despair.

Turn around and sit on the chair, raise your head and look at the glass mirror in front of you.

What was really disgusting was that even if he knew the story, he didn't seem to have a choice.

If you can't escape by yourself, trouble will keep coming.

This does not mean that I have a Conan physique, but it is the inevitable result of inheriting this store.

It can be expected that if you want to survive, you can only continue to expand your business and become bigger and stronger.

And in this process, I will inevitably elevate Zhang Shulai to the altar step by step.

How to hold it up?

If he doesn't know, Zhang Shulai won't let himself know. This is the core secret.

At this time, a pair of cold little hands were placed on Zhang Yi's shoulders.

"Let me give you a spa treatment."

"Um?"

"I've done it for so many customers. As a boss, you haven't even experienced it. It doesn't seem to make sense."

"good."

Zhang Yi knew that Dai Moli wanted to relieve himself, so he did not refuse this kindness.

She closed her eyes and waited for Dai Moli to seal her collar with a towel and put on a scarf.

Not long after, a drop of cold water fell from her forehead. The water droplets gradually condensed into ice flakes on Dai Moli's fingertips, and she gently wiped them on Zhang Yi's face.

After the skin gradually adapts to the temperature, a handful of smoothie splashes down along the forehead.

It used to be ice beads, but after Dai Moli became an evil ghost, she had a stronger ability to control water and changed it into a more delicate smoothie.

Mixed with ice beads the size of mung beans, Zhang Yi's tense nerves gradually began to relax as he gently tapped his face with the smoothie.

From beginning to end, Dai Moli did not speak, but quietly used her fingers to massage Zhang Yi's acupuncture points.

After a moment, Zhang Yi suddenly opened his eyes and sat upright from the chair.

Dai Moli was startled, not knowing what he was going to do.

Zhang Yi got off the chair and walked step by step to the shrine.

Stretch out your hand.

Straighten up the photos in the shrine and place them in order.

Take out a long incense stick from the incense box.

Light the fire and put it in the incense burner.

Looking at the misty green smoke, Zhang Yi suddenly laughed out loud.

"Heh...hehehe..."

His voice became louder and louder, and finally he laughed heartily, pointing to Zhang Shulai's photo: "You want to be the founder of the Ming Dynasty, but I don't want to be the king of Han either."

He figured it out.

Since I can't hide or run away, I might as well stop hiding.

However, the positioning of this script should be seriously revised.

You don’t necessarily have to be the King of Han, but is it better to be a filial son?

Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty, Li Shimin, and King Mu of Chu have so many role models in front of you, why are you still afraid that you will not be able to be such a filial son?

After figuring this out, the burden in Zhang Yi's heart was completely thrown to the ground, and his mind relaxed.

Lying on the chair again, the depression disappeared from his face, and he turned his head to look at Yang Yan, who was full of confusion.

"Don't be stunned. Just experience the whole experience. Get ready and let me experience it. What is the skill of a fire therapy master?"

"Oh, okay."

Yang Yan didn't know what Zhang Yi wanted to understand, but from this moment he felt that Zhang Yi's mentality seemed to be different from before...

The next day, a new sign was hung on the door of the massage parlor.

In other words, it should be the price list.

【Ice Muscle Jade Bone】:300

【Wild Fire Starts a Prairie】:400

[Two Heavens of Ice and Fire]: 600, limited to 3 people per day.

[The blind man shows the way]:50

Business hours; 7 a.m., 8 p.m.

Zhang Yi looked at his newly hung sign and nodded with satisfaction.

It's just that the facade needs to be revamped.

There is also the vulgar lighting in the store that needs to be changed.

It's so vulgar, I thought it was a hair washing room.

What I do is a serious business.

There is a vacant shop next to it. Find a time in the next two days to talk about it and see if we can buy it.

Zhang Yi is thinking about upgrading the massage parlor.

At least expand the space inside.

The two massage chairs in the store already seemed a little crowded.

Now there are two people, Dai Moli and Yang Mei, who can still use it.

But if I recruit another employee, the store will be very crowded. Plus Uncle Zeng,

Two massage chairs and four technicians are obviously unreasonable.

What's more, I will become bigger and stronger in the future.

No matter what the store upgrade is, it must be planned as soon as possible.

As for money.

Zhang Yi was not worried at all. This morning he went to dig out the relics left by Zhang Shulai.

There is a bankbook inside, with about 400,000 yuan left in it.

He was unwilling to take it before, but now that his mentality has completely changed, he no longer has the previous resistance to the relics left to him by Zhang Shulai.

Not only was there no resistance, but it was just not enough.

"Buzz buzz..."

At this time Zhang Yi's cell phone rang.

At first glance, it was Wang Bin calling.

"Hey, Zhang Yi, where do you live? I'll pick you up tonight, don't forget."

Zhang Yi remembered that the last time Wang Bin called him to treat him to dinner, Zhang Yi wanted to find an excuse to push the matter aside.

Before he could think of an excuse, Wang Bin gave him no chance to refuse on the phone.

"Then it's settled. I'll pick you up tonight. Otherwise, I'll always be in debt to you, and I'll feel bad about it."

"Okay, I'll give you an address and you can pick me up."

Zhang Yi didn't insist anymore, otherwise Wang Bin might have been pestering him for a long time.

After reporting the store information to Wang Bin, Zhang Yi left the matters in the store to Jasmine and walked upstairs.

As soon as I sat down, my phone buzzed.
To be continued...