Unknowingly, five days had passed.
Evening, Drunken Immortal Inn.
"Aiyo, my goodness, we finally made it to closing time!"
Agy and Bai Luhan sat on the stools in the hall and complained, "Why are there so many vagabonds here today!"
"I'm so tired today!"
As they spoke, the two rubbed their shoulders and hammered their legs.
Their expressions, coupled with their complaints, were extremely exaggerated.
"You two brats!"
Looking at A 'Ji and Bai Luhan, Wang Ye, who was behind the counter, rolled his eyes. "Both of you are skilled in martial arts. How much work can the two of you do in a day? How can you be tired?"
"Don't f * cking lie on the stools and cry. Hurry up and get up to close the door!"
Between the lines, Wang Ye's face was full of impatience.
"Old money grubber, you have no conscience when you say that!"
Hearing Wang Ye's words, Bai Luhan glared and said, "Today, the vagabonds rushed into the inn like crazy. I swept the floor, wiped the tables, and tidied up. One person did the work of three people. It would be strange if I wasn't tired!"
"That's right!"
Agy agreed. "Don't you know these vagabonds?
They are all hot-tempered masters who kill people if they don't agree with a word! "
"If I didn't serve tea, serve food, and smooth things over, this hall would have turned into a pot of porridge!"
"You, on the other hand, only know how to lie on the counter and scold people all day long. You don't even bother to close the door …"
"What?"
For a moment, Agy and Bai Luhan said in unison.
"Hey, you're good?"
Hearing the two's words, Wang Ye raised his eyebrows and said, "You two brats are wearing the same pair of pants?"
"Then isn't it your job to greet customers and do chores?"
"You're half-dead when you're working, but when it comes to eating, you're more energetic than anyone else!"
"If it were any other shopkeeper, they would have already kicked you out!"
"Hurry up and close the door. If you keep complaining, I'll cut your wages!"
As soon as he said this, Agy and Bai Luhan immediately deflated.
"Skinning Wang!"
The two of them murmured in a low voice. Then, they stood up and walked towards the door listlessly.
"Slow down!"
Just as the two of them were about to close the shop, a shout was heard.
Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw Constable Zhao running over.
When he came to the hall, he panted and said, "Shopkeeper Wang, close the shop slowly!"
"Hey, Constable Zhao!"
Looking at Constable Zhao's appearance, Wang Ye smiled faintly and said, "Why are you so anxious?"
"Could it be that he was chased away by a dog?"
"Hey, don't mention it!"
Constable Zhao waved his hand and said, "Do you think this Ten-thousand Swords House has nothing better to do?!"
"What kind of Immortal Sword Conference is this?"
As he spoke, Constable Zhao found a table and sat down, looking extremely tired.
"Ten Thousand Swords Tower?
Immortal Sword Conference? "
Hearing Constable Zhao's words, Wang Ye and the rest said in unison.
"Yeah, don't you know?"
Constable Zhao asked in return.
As soon as he said this, everyone nodded.
They really did not know about the Immortal Sword Conference.
"Hey, this inn was opened by you guys …"
Constable Zhao shook his head and said, "You don't even know about this?!"
"Wasn't the Longjin Mountain Villa destroyed a while ago?"
"Before the Longjin Mountain Villa was destroyed, it had always been one step ahead of the Ten-thousand Swords House.
Now that the Longjin Mountain Villa has been destroyed, the Ten-thousand Swords House wants to take this opportunity to make a name for themselves in the Jianghu … "
"So, they held the Immortal Sword Conference to pick out powerful martial artists and give them the divine swords forged by the Ten-thousand Swords House to make a name for themselves in the Jianghu …"
As he spoke, Constable Zhao told them about the Immortal Sword Conference.
As soon as he said this, everyone nodded.
No wonder there were so many martial artists in the city today.
After all this time, they were all here for the Immortal Sword Conference!
"Isn't that a good thing?"
Hearing this, Wang Ye asked, "Once the Immortal Sword Conference starts, all the martial artists in the Jianghu will come over …"
"When the merchants in the city earn more, won't your government office's taxes increase as well?"
"Hey, that's right …"
Hearing Wang Ye's words, Constable Zhao said, "But you can't stand the fact that this Immortal Sword Conference doesn't take one's background into consideration. Both the righteous and the evil can participate …"
"Good fellow, both the righteous and the evil have come to Jinling City today …"
"This is tough on me as a constable. I have to patrol the streets eight times a day. I'm afraid that something might happen …"
"Both the righteous and the evil are participating?"
Agy heard Constable Zhao's words and said, "Good fellow, this Ten-thousand Swords House is really extravagant!"
"Can they not be extravagant?"
At this moment, Bai Luhan said, "These swordsmiths are all relying on the weapons they forge to become famous!"
"If their weapons become famous, their value will rise and their status in the Jianghu will also rise."
"That's why to these people, whether they are righteous or evil doesn't make much of a difference. As long as they can become famous, it's fine!"
"Sigh!"
Hearing this, Constable Zhao nodded and said, "It's a pity that I have to suffer along with them!"
"It wasn't easy for me to endure until now before I have the chance to eat here!"
As he spoke, Constable Zhao's face twisted into a bitter gourd.
"It's too tragic …"
Hearing this, Wang Ye shook his head. At the same time, he said to Agy, "Agy, ask Chen Chong to make a bowl of noodles with pig intestines. Add more pig intestines …"
"Righteous!"
Hearing Wang Ye's words, Constable Zhao gave him a thumbs up, "I like Shopkeeper Wang's righteous spirit …"
"That's why I plan to suggest to the magistrate tomorrow morning to make your Drunken Immortal Restaurant a special reception …"
"No need!"
Without waiting for Constable Zhao to finish speaking, Wang Ye said resolutely, "It's better to introduce someone else to this kind of cushy job. I really can't afford it!"
Without waiting for Constable Zhao to finish speaking, Wang Ye already knew what was going on!
Constable Zhao's intention was to vacate his inn to receive those pugilistic men.
If it were anyone else, they would definitely be willing to do this. However, Wang Ye was different.
Those pugilistic men would spill blood over a single word and have countless grudges against them.
These people were staying in his inn, but inviting the god of plague into his house was asking for trouble!
"Really?"
Hearing Wang Ye's words, Constable Zhao said.
"Of course I'm serious!"
Hearing this, Wang Ye said, "No matter what, I, Wang Ye, am a kind and charitable person. This cushy job, of course I have to be noble and give it to someone who needs it more!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye puffed out his chest with a righteous expression.
"Sigh, since Shopkeeper Wang has this intention, then I'll find someone else …"
At this moment, Constable Zhao shook his head and said, "I originally wanted to let Miss Cheng Suxin stay here. Since Shopkeeper Wang is so noble, then …"
"Who?!"
Without waiting for Constable Zhao to finish speaking, Wang Ye asked.