Whether things can be done is of course very important, but whether you do your best to do it seriously is even more important.

Therefore, although he is only a Ten Heavens Lord, Wukong still wants to run his small broken shop well, and at least sell a work, which is like a little talk.

So, after lying on the counter and meditating for a while, Wukong began to write on the paper.

"Uncle, you help me be a shopkeeper and support the façade well. Wukong took the written note and showed it to Yan Shisan, who was hiding on the second floor drinking.

In Wukong's view, the façade of Honghuatang is poor, the location is not good, although his craftsmanship is top, but after all, his age is not very old, it is difficult to give customers a very reassuring feeling, therefore, he must find an older person who looks very imposing, pretending to be the shopkeeper of Honghuatang, and improving the overall image of Xiaoshapo.

Therefore, if you are idle all day and have nothing to do, you know that Yan Shisan, who drinks alcohol, is of course the best choice for Wukong.

Don't look at Yan Shisan's wine jug now, lying loosely on the rocking chair, he looks like a drunkard at all, but if Yan Shisan dresses up well and wears his black brocade robe, it will be very bluffing.

No, Yan Shisan himself is a peerless master, and when the momentum swings there, it is a generation of masters.

Therefore, if there is such an uncle who can pretend to be forced, isn't it purely a waste?

However, after Yan Shisan glanced at the note with drunken eyes, he immediately refused directly: "Shame, I'm not as thick-skinned as you." With that, he picked up the flask and drank it freely.

He almost didn't make Wukong angry directly, and just as Wukong was about to write a note of protest, there was an inquiry from downstairs.

So, Wukong had no choice but to throw the note away in a huff, and quickly ran downstairs with a smile on his face.

Song Lu stood in the store a little nervously, looking at Wukong who was going downstairs excitedly, but before he could speak, Wukong had already run to the counter, picked up the pen and brushed and wrote.

"Welcome, welcome, guest officer, I'm really sorry, I'm a dumb person by nature, I can't speak, so I have to write instead of speak. However, don't worry, I am the head of the Beisui Wudang faction, Zhang Sanfeng's closed disciple, really, I have proof. After seeing that Song Lu had finished reading it, Wukong hurriedly took out the Wudang waist card he had just carved from under the counter.

Anyway, he was only a shopkeeper for ten days, so Wukong went out directly and simply pretended to be a disciple of the Wudang faction.

The waist card he carved is very simple, the front is a Taiji diagram, and the back is engraved with "Wudang Sect Head Disciple Wei Xiaobao", these ten small characters of dragon flying and phoenix dance.

For his shameless behavior, Wukong doesn't think that he is deceiving consumers, because his craftsmanship is really high, and all the works in the store are all excellent magic soldiers with good quality and low price, and he will not discredit the Wudang faction at all.

Besides, few people have seen the Wudang waist card, and he is not afraid of being recognized.

After Song Lu saw the waist card, he almost didn't laugh on the spot, he said funny in his heart: "Your dignified Da Sui Zhongshu Ling, even hide in such a broken place and pretend to be dumb, even pretending to be a disciple of Wudang." If this kind of thing gets out, those historians will have to write you as an idiot. Really, why are you doing this?" Song Lu said with a surprised smile when he thought of this.

"Oh, are you still a disciple of Wudang? This is really disrespectful. To be honest, I came to your store with the mindset of just looking at it. I didn't expect that in such a remote place, there would be a master like you. I'm so lucky, I have to take a good look. After saying it with an admiring face, Song Lu took a serious look at the twelve demon soldiers displayed on the counter.

In order to cooperate with the nearby consumer groups, Wukong only took out eleven popular low-level demon soldiers with cheap prices but good quality as his main products.

And the remaining spear is a genuine top-level magic soldier, mainly used as a treasure of the town store to improve the popularity of his small shop.

As the business leader of the Song family, Song Lu certainly had a very high vision, so after he swept those low-level demon soldiers slightly, he set his eyes directly on the top demon soldiers.

As soon as he saw that magic soldier, Song Lu knew that this was definitely a good thing, and the price was also very cheap, only five hundred gold.

So, Song Lu directly said to Wukong: "Boss, please take down that magic gun and let me take a good look at it." ”

Although Song Lu was dressed very plainly, from the first time Wukong saw him, Wukong had already seen it from the leather boots under his feet and Song Lu's own bearing, this person is definitely not simple, he must be a noble-born person.

Therefore, Wukong immediately did not hesitate, and happily gave the magic spear that cost twenty gold coins to Song Lu.

After carefully looking at the magic spear a few times, Song Lu already fell in love with the magic spear, so after making up his mind in his heart, he asked Wukong directly: "Boss, do you still have this ghost fire dragon gun in the store?" I want to buy it...... , two hundred!"

When Wukong heard this, he was directly stunned on the spot, he didn't expect that Song Lu would be so knowledgeable, and so bold, he would directly buy two hundred ghost fire dragon guns, so that he would have a big start on the day of his opening.

So, Wukong immediately wrote directly: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, This deposit is non-refundable, so please be sure to consider it carefully. After writing, he looked at Song Lu blankly, waiting for the other party's decision.

Whether the 10,000 deposit is paid or not, Wukong actually doesn't care at all, what he cares about is the business itself.

After all, Honghuatang was the only one, if he was tired and tired and spent three days making demon soldiers, if Song Lu didn't want it at that time, wouldn't he have to be angry to death?

Therefore, Wukong asked Song Lu that the deposit must be paid in advance.

And Song Lu, is he a person who cares about a deposit of 10,000, the reason why he came to see Wukong early in the morning, to put it bluntly...... , he's here to send money to Goku!

Therefore, let alone a deposit of 10,000 yuan, Wukong just asked him to pay first and then receive the goods, and Song Lu absolutely did not say anything.

So, Song Lu didn't even move his eyelids, and directly paid Wukong 10,000 gold coins.

Then, the two chatted casually, and Song Lu left the Red Flower Hall with a happy mood.

Song Lu felt very happy because he successfully contacted Wukong, but Wukong also felt very happy because he received a big deal.

Therefore, after Song Lu left, Wukong hurriedly drove his small broken carriage, and under the watchful eyes of all the Jianghu guests in Reunion Alley, he grinned and went out to enter the raw materials.

When Wukong came back at noon, those Jianghu guests were surprised to find that on top of Wukong's small broken carriage, there was a sloppy and sloppy person holding a sick child...... , a burly fat old man with a smile on his face.