Did they all go to the toilet?

"Waiter, waiter." I immediately shouted.

"Here, come... what are the instructions for the young master?" The waiter walked in with a smile.

"Where have these masters gone?" I asked.

"Ah?" The waiter widened his eyes and glanced into the wing room, "Are they all gone? When did they leave?"

"I'm asking you." I frowned.

"No, I've been serving in the corridor and I haven't seen anyone come out." The waiter looked surprised.

In order to provide the most thoughtful service, each private room in Yiheju has a dedicated person to serve. In order to take care of the privacy of the guests, the waiters usually stay in a relatively far place and only go in if they shout loudly.

"Didn't you see anyone coming out?" I turned my gaze to the carved screen window on the side of the box.

Could it be that they jumped out of the window?

Something was wrong.

If they left voluntarily because of some urgent matter, they should leave a few words to let me know; if they were forced to leave, or even killed and moved their bodies... Who in the world can do this without leaving any trace?

You know, among these people, there are masters of the amazing level like Aurora Sword Yunsheng.

Perhaps many people in the martial arts world have the ability to defeat Yun Sheng, but it is almost impossible to defeat Yun Sheng quietly.

Of course, things are not necessarily related to martial arts.

That would be even harder to guess.

I checked the inside of the box in detail, but found no valuable clues.

"Waiter." I shouted again.

"Young Master, tell me." The waiter kept standing at the door.

"They haven't checked out?" I said.

"No." Xiaoer said.

"How much is it?" I asked.

"One thousand three hundred taels." Xiaoer said.

"I've just eaten a few dishes, so expensive?" I glanced at the dishes on the table.

"Let me see." The waiter pulled out a card from his waist and looked at it. "A jar of luminous wine is worth 700 taels. The popular singer sang, and the 500 taels of gold. The singer left after singing. You hadn't come yet."

"That's one thousand two." I thought, "Then are these dishes one hundred taels?"

"No, because Mr. Li handled the VIP waist tags for our Yihe Renren, and these dishes were given." The waiter explained, "The remaining one hundred taels is the cost of applying for the waist tag."

"He will enjoy it." I smiled bitterly.

"Young master, don't think that 1,300 taels are expensive. In fact, it's a big profit." The waiter was in the side.

"How can I explain this?" I asked.

"The private room in our shared residence has a private room fee. The cost of a large private room like this is 1,000 taels." The waiter talked happily, "But as a VIP guest in this restaurant, you can enjoy special treatment - as long as you spend more than 1,000 taels, the room fee can be waived - so, the original cost of this meal was 2,550 taels, because I bought a VIP waist card, now it only costs 1,300 taels. Do you think this is a big profit?"

"What about you?" I suddenly wondered, "How much is your salary a year?"

"The small wage is 150 taels a year." The waiter did not hesitate and answered honestly.

"I am not short of hungry soldiers in Yiheju." I smiled.

The wages of 150 taels per year are just like this, and some poor counties and counties can’t even reach this amount.

"The wages are just small heads." The waiter smiled, "Just relying on the rewards of the old men, you can earn hundreds of taels more every year when you are lucky."

"A few hundred taels? I'm afraid it's more than that?" I took out two silver notes and handed them to him, one thousand taels and one five hundred taels.

"I'll go and find you a change ticket right away." The waiter took the silver note and said.

"No need, I'll go." I pushed open the window and slid out gently.

"Hey? Young Master, you still have VIP waist card but don't get it..." The waiter shouted into the window.

I heard it, but didn't care.

This place probably won't come back.

He jumped directly from the second floor, tightened his straddle, and sat firmly on the Black Wind saddle.

"Let's go to Skyhawk Castle to see what's going on." I patted Heifeng's neck and said.

Gada, Gada.

The crisp sound of horse hooves leaped on the bluestone street.

After two incense sticks, I saw the legendary mountain tunnel - the originally simple and rough rock cave entrance, blocked by a carefully crafted archway, and immediately became imposing.

Good guy!

A vast carriage, horse, man and dragon winding on the avenue, while the other end sank into the dark mouth of the cave.

When I saw this situation, I was immediately worried.

How long does this team have to stand?

"My master, are you in a hurry to pass the tunnel?" A man dressed in an ordinary manner came over and asked.

"So what?" I looked at this person, he seemed to know how to do martial arts.

"Look, if you divide this long line into three sections, the second section is thirty cents, the middle section is 100 cents, and the first section is 500 cents." The man gestured with his hands.

It’s actually a scalper who queues up for others!

"Is there anyone that will pass right away?" I asked.

"Yes." The man stretched his neck and said after visiting. "But such a good seat needs to be added to the cost..."

"There is no cost." I disagree. "Those who are queuing up will earn at most dozens of big money at a time, and your profit is already overwhelming."

"You are also a wise man," the man smiled, "then it's five hundred."

"My silver didn't fall from the sky," I put on a pergola in my hand and looked into the distance.

"Three hundred, leave immediately. If it's too late, the team will be lined up." The man gritted his teeth.

"Lead the way." I threw him a piece of silver.

Sometimes, bargaining is a pleasure, and more importantly, it cannot be regarded as a sucker.

Under the leadership of that man, I walked forward from the long line of crossing the tunnel. On the way, I saw many people who had no companions (few traveling alone these days), nor did they bring their luggage. They were alone in the team, so they should be professional queuing.

When he walked to about two or three meters away from the charging checkpoint, the man stopped.

"That's it, please dismount." The man said, and then patted a sleepy yellow-faced middle-aged man in the team: "The guest is here."

"Oh." The yellow-faced middle-aged nodded like a pecking rice.

He and I quickly changed seats.

Of course, this inevitably attracted some strange attention.

After standing firmly, I glanced back and looked at the long queue crowded with people, and I couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.

"This is your part." I heard the conversation between the man and the yellow-faced middle-aged man, "Are you still standing?"

"Search, why don't you?" said the yellow-faced middle-aged man.

"It's still a row, so it's going to be reduced."

“If you reduce it, you will reduce it…”

The two talked and gradually walked away.

Although it seems that it is just a small queue for people, there seem to be many rules in it.

I waited for about one stick of incense before I walked to the charging checkpoint.

"Ten coins for a man and twenty coins for a horse." The guardian ordered the clerk.
Chapter completed!