Song Qingchi stepped forward and called out to the old man softly: "Uncle An, wake up."

The old man named Uncle An woke up with a start and saw Song Qingchi showing a smiling face: "Hey, you just finished your work, right?"

Song Qingchi also smiled at him: "Yes, Su Meng brought a friend here today."

Hearing this, Su Meng stepped forward and said hello to Uncle An with a smile. But when Uncle An saw Su Meng, his face darkened, he turned to Song Qingzhi and said unhappily: "Not everyone can come in here, you

Don’t break Cen Niang’s rules.”

"Uncle An, don't worry," Song Qingzhi said with a smile, "this matter will not be blamed on you, Su Meng will explain it clearly to Cen Niang."

Uncle An nodded reluctantly, still looking up and down at Su Meng with a frown.

Song Qingzhi saw the permission and pulled Su Meng towards the stairs. Su Meng turned around halfway and saw that Uncle An was still glaring at Su Meng with a sullen face, as if he was staring at a thief.

Su Meng leaned over and asked Song Qingzhi with some embarrassment: "What's going on? Does Su Meng look like a bad guy?"

Song Qingchi didn't even look back: "You look like an idiot."

"..."

After walking up a not-so-long flight of stairs, Su Meng was surprised to find that Su Meng and the others had entered a space that was much larger than the one above. What was even more magical was that there were at least thirty people down here, very lively, and the decoration of the room

It's actually no different from an ordinary bar, there's even a big stage in the middle.

Su Meng was stunned for a moment, this...could that staircase be a fucking random door?!

Song Qingzhi did not let go of Su Meng's wrist, and pulled Su Meng to the bar. The bar boy was a dark-skinned, strong young man. When he saw Su Meng coming over, he just raised his eyes slightly, and then continued to wipe his hands.

took the cup in his hand.

"Ayu, two bowls of noodles," Song Qingchi turned to Su Meng mid-sentence and asked, "Are you drinking?"

Su Meng nodded blankly.

Song Qingchi then said to the boy at the bar: "Two bowls of noodles and two bottles of beer."

The boy nodded expressionlessly, turned around and left the bar.

Before Su Meng had time to digest all this, a middle-aged man came over and patted Song Qingchi on the shoulder. It seemed that they were acquaintances.

The middle-aged man smiled and said to Song Qingchi: "Why are you here today? Have you just finished work?"

Song Qingchi nodded: "Yes, come over and have a bowl of noodles."

At this time, the middle-aged man also noticed Su Meng, but just like Uncle An, the smile on his face instantly faded, and he frowned and asked Song Qingchi, "Is this your friend?"

Song Qingchi glanced at Su Meng as if by default.

Just when Su Meng thought that the middle-aged man was going to glare at Su Meng like Uncle An, he smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Su Meng is also a friend of Song Qingchi. You can call Su Meng Laofeng."

"Uh... hello," the style of the painting changed too quickly, and Su Meng hesitated to hold his hand, "Su Meng's name is Yang Shuge."

He happily grabbed Su Meng's hand and shook it twice: "Oh, then Su Meng will call you Xiao Yang from now on. Song Qingchi's friends are Su Meng's friends."

At this time, the bar boy came back with two bowls of noodles. Lao Feng greeted him warmly, but the boy ignored him and just put them down with a cold face. Then he took out two bottles of beer from under the bar.

Su Meng, then continued to lower their heads and wipe the cups.

Su Meng felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment, but Lao Feng didn't notice it at all. He complained to the younger brother a few times, "Why do you look so stinky all day? You will definitely lower your sales for Cen Niang again this month."

He continued chatting with Song Qingzhi for a few more words, and finally waved to Su Meng and left.

When Su Meng saw Lao Feng walking away, she whispered to Song Qingchi, "You are quite familiar with this friend."

Song Qingzhi nodded, picked up the noodles and blew on them for a few times before putting them into his mouth. He looked really hungry.

Su Meng stared at the bowl of noodles in front of her that was bigger than Su Meng's face. The clear soup was watery, with only some chopped green onion sprinkled on top, but it had a strange, poisonous aroma.

Su Meng swallowed her saliva and asked Song Qingzhi: "Are these noodles and this bar real?"

Song Qingzhi's cheeks bulged like a hamster after eating. After he realized what Su Meng meant, he swallowed the noodles in his mouth and frowned, "Why are you so suspicious?"

Su Meng touched her nose and muttered: "Let's make sure."

Song Qingchi stopped paying attention to Su Meng, and Su Meng lowered her head and started eating fiercely.

Halfway through the meal, Su Meng suddenly remembered, why are noodles sold in bars?! But Su Meng encountered so many things that subverted her outlook tonight, selling noodles in bars is really nothing. Besides, the noodles are incredibly delicious, Su Meng

Without thinking, he concentrated on destroying the noodles completely.

When Su Meng burped after finishing the meal and pushed the bowl away with satisfaction, she found Song Qingchi looking at Su Meng while sipping a beer.

"Are you full?" He asked Su Meng with a smile.

Su Meng nodded towards him and started drinking beer.

"Then do you have anything to ask Su Meng?"

Su Meng glanced at him, curled her lips and said, "Hey, are you willing to tell Su Meng now?"

He put down his beer, clasped his hands on the table and said seriously: "Tell me everything you know."

Su Meng suddenly became interested and asked, "Well, Su Meng wants to ask you, what is this thing in Wang Xun Restaurant?"

"Well...it's the golden toad in the pool in the hall." He thought for a while and said, "The ordinary three-legged golden toad has a good meaning of attracting wealth. Many stores will put such a statue, just like the Lucky Cat.

Almost. And the one in Wang Xun Restaurant is even more amazing. Su Meng estimated that his uncle must have specially built a golden toad under the guidance of Mr. Feng Shui. The position and direction of the placement were correct, so it didn't matter at first.

It really plays a role in attracting wealth.”

Su Meng was stunned after hearing this and asked him: "Isn't this a good thing? Why did it cause Wang Xun heavy losses later?"

Song Qingzhi took a sip of beer, frowned and said: "In fact, things like this that are helpful for wealth should be well protected. It is said that water can carry a boat and capsize it. If you put it away, your wealth will naturally be prosperous, but if it is

If people tamper with things, they can even cut off their wealth."

"So that's it," Su Meng suddenly realized. No wonder Song Qingzhi said that this thing had changed, and it turned out to be this. "But even Wang Xun doesn't know about this, and his uncle is even less likely to tell others. So knowing this

There is no one else besides the Feng Shui master who can do anything to the golden toad, right?"

Song Qingchi seemed to have no interest in the mastermind behind the scenes, and just said lightly: "Maybe."

"That's not right," Su Meng crossed her arms and leaned on the booth, wondering, "If it was really that Feng Shui master, why did he wait until Wang Xun took over the hotel before taking action? Could it be that Wang Xun's business rivals found out?

The role of the golden toad in the restaurant, then you do it, right? There are people coming and going in this hall, it is too easy to do something... Hey, Song Qingchi, you have to talk to Wang Xun tomorrow and ask him to arrange some security guards
Chapter completed!