"Is this what you brought?"
The man naked in the kitchen apron was holding a green statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in his hand.
The white apron was not clean, it was stained with yellow and black oil. Although the man with the shaved head was handsome, his eyebrows and eyes were sullen, while the Guanyin in his hand was holding a lotus and smiling, and the Buddha seat under his feet was connected with clouds.
The jade material is full of water, because the owner has been playing with it all the year round, and it glows under the lamp with a layer of oil, which does not match the fierce man who holds it.
Zhang Ming was brought out to do this big business by the eldest Wang family he had known since childhood. Hearing the question from someone who doesn't look like a big boss but looks like a triad, he felt regretful and scared, and nodded quickly and said, "Yes, this is my mother's house. Ancestral things, hundreds of years old, releasing them is priceless."
Wang Da also nodded again and again: "Boss Pi, this is a good thing that was placed in front of the Buddha in the past. It has been dyed with incense for hundreds of years, and it has not lost its popularity for so many years. This is the most suitable thing I can find after listening to your request. something!"
Boss Pi turned around the Avalokitesvara in the light, and his frowning never loosened. Lao Zhang and Lao Wang were worried, for fear that something bad would come out of his mouth.
"Make a price."
Lao Zhang said a few things, and Boss Pi gave a rare laugh, but it was better not to laugh, which made the other two people in the room tremble.
Pixiu: "The lotus seat at the bottom is missing a piece, and the gold base behind it is gone. Do you think it's worth the price?"
"This this… "
Lao Zhang gritted his teeth and said the number again. Seeing the chef surnamed Pi wanted to laugh again, he quickly said, "It can't be lower! It's not that my mother died, and I will definitely not shoot this jade."
Pixiu glanced at him: "Okay, do you want cash or a check?"
Old Zhang was taken aback: "Now... the cash can only be transported by a truck."
Pixiu took out a check from his trousers pocket, filled it, and put it in front of Lao Zhang: "Okay, take it and go."
Lao Zhang looked at the numbers on the check and swallowed, then asked in a trembling voice, "Can this, this be cashed?"
Boss Pi was about to get angry when he heard this, and when Old Wang saw this, he quickly pulled Lao Zhang and took the check and left: "What nonsense? Boss Pi is not that kind of person. Boss Pi, let's go first, your business Boom, business is booming."
Zhang Ming was pushed out of the store by his old brother in three steps and two steps. The oncoming hot wind made him relax. When he touched his forehead, he was covered in sweat, all of whom had just been scared out.
"Brother Wang, what kind of boss is this?" Zhang Ming's hand was still shaking while holding the check. He turned back and pointed to the somewhat shabby sign with the words "restaurant" written on it. The open-air kitchen under the sign was lined up outside. The lampblack, the white tiles at the door have been dyed yellow, no matter how you look at it, it looks like you have been fined by the city management.
Zhang Ming: "You can take out so much money at once, shouldn't it be unclean?"
The surnamed Wang glared at him: "You know shit, rich people are very strange now, and you haven't seen the restaurant just now? The decoration and furniture are all good things..."
Brother Wang lowered his voice: "It's so shabby outside, it's for others to see, I'm afraid of checking it."
Zhang Ming suddenly realized that he nodded again and again. He had also heard that these things in the city have been strictly controlled recently, and there are black people everywhere. No wonder he chose such a place, next to the farmers market and bus station, thinking that he was hidden in the city.
Brother Wang embraced him: "Let's go, cash the note while the bank isn't off work."
The two walked away, and the waiter who looked like a monkey standing at the door immediately rushed to the door of the box and knocked on the door: "Boss, they're gone, and the monkey has already followed."
"Understood, come back after a while, don't be discovered."
"Okay, boss."
The voices outside the room drifted away, Pixiu sat at the table and frowned, but the jade Guanyin on the table was picked up and touched.
"You're too embarrassed to speak up for something like this?"
He sneered and threw Yu Guanyin on the table again.
Being taken away by two humans made Pixiu feel irritable, and he couldn't get angry.
Now, unlike in the past, human beings account for the majority of the world's luck, and they can't easily move.
What's more, he is not interested in two-legged sheep with many bones.
The anger made Pi Xiu feel hot and dry, and the 16-degree air-conditioning wind blew on his body as if he was scratching his head, it was still hot. He sat on the chair for a while, frowning and holding the Guanyin statue out of the private room with a look of disgust.
Seeing him coming out, the waiter of Houjing hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Boss."
"Go ahead, I'll go upstairs for a meeting, call me if you have something."
Pixiu waved his hand and lifted the beaded curtain hanging in front of the stairs on the second floor, and just took a step, all the noise behind his ears disappeared, and there was no liveliness in the restaurant hall behind him, only silence.
He walked up the stairs, took off his apron and hung it on the stairs when turning, and continued walking forward naked.
The second floor is a large room, and there are also bead curtains hanging on the stairs, jade and pearls are alternately strung together, and the sound of money is made by the wind blowing together.
When Pi Xiu opened the curtain, the female star on the TV was crying, and Pi Xiu had a headache because of her dying voice, but the people in front of the TV were watching happily, sitting with their legs crossed, without even looking at Pi Xiu.
Boss Pi wasn't angry either, he just put the Guanyin statue on the table and said to the person sitting in front of the TV, "Don't watch it, get over here."
The man was dressed in a white robe, dressed like a man who could only read life from death in ancient times, his long hair was wrapped in white cloth and fastened with a wooden hairpin, and his face was whiter than the white robe on his body.
He heard Pixiu's voice tremble, and he sat on the sofa without moving, staring at the TV and pursing his lips.
The room was quiet for a moment, Pixiu's breathing began to sound a little heavy, he turned the air conditioner to the lowest temperature, and said again: "Don't make me say it a third time, come here!"
The scholar floated over, only glanced at Pixiu, and immediately covered his eyes, complaining, "Why are you topless, you are not polite at all."
Pi Xiu sneered: "I didn't slap you to the core, you are already a hundred gentlemen."
"No shame, no shame, naked during the day..."
The scholar muttered in his mouth, with a hundred reluctance on his face, but he still floated to stand beside Boss Pi, just raised his left sleeve to cover his eyes, preventing Pi Xiu from piercing his eyes with tendons.
"I think you don't want your left hand anymore."
Pi Xiu sneered and stretched out his hand to bring the scholar ghost in front of him, and the cold touch made his frown slightly loosen.
"Why?"
The scholar struggled twice and stopped moving. Anyway, it wasn't the first time that Pi Xiu was held in his arms and sat on his lap.
Pixiu hugged him with one hand, satisfied with his obedient appearance, and tightened his arms to let the scholar's icy ghost body cling to him to cool down.
The Avalokitesvara statue on the table was shoved into his hand, and the scholar bowed his head for a moment and asked, "Where did you find this?"
"I bought it from two humans." Seeing that he was holding it in his hand, Boss Pi said, "You will rest in this jade in the daytime. Although this thing is not very good, it has been enshrined for hundreds of years to repair you. This tattered soul like a fishing net is enough."
"Two humans?" The scholar said slowly, "I almost forgot that I'm not human either."
"You haven't been human for hundreds of years." Pixiu sneered: "There are not many old ghosts like you who are hundreds of years old in this world."
The scholar rubbed the Buddha statue in his hand without speaking, and suddenly struggled to ask, "How much did you pay for this?"
"Tsk." Pi Xiu tightened the scholar's slender waist impatiently, pressed him again, his hot chest pressed against the coldness of the scholar's body, which made him breathe a sigh of relief: "Don't make trouble, let me hug you for a while. , it's really going to be hot today."
The scholar sneered: "I don't think you are human."
"I think you are a ghost and don't want to be a ghost. You want to be reincarnated directly." Pi Xiu said in a cold voice: "This broken Guanyin statue cost a lot of money, and you scholar has no other use other than cooling Lao Tzu. Keeping you is my good-heartedness, and if I don’t obey you, I will say that I will send you to die again with my own hands, do you understand?”
The scholar dared not to speak out, he sneered, his body softened again obediently, and he allowed Boss Pi to rest on his lap.
The room fell silent, and Pixiu felt much more comfortable holding the ghost for a while.
Not to mention, this scholar ghost is cold all over, no matter how you rub it, it will not heat up. Holding it in your arms is like holding an ice pillow. The cooling effect is more effective than the air conditioner. It is really a must-have product in summer.
Pi Xiu sighed in comfort, feeling that it wasn't too much of a loss for him to pick up this scholar named Wen and keep him.
He saw the scholar holding Guanyin and didn't let go, and he felt that human beings have never seen the world, and such a rubbish thing is still a treasure.
But the scholar was holding comfort so that he didn't want to let go. In a conflicted mood, Boss Pi asked, "Hey, what did you say your name was Wen last time?"
The scholar paused before answering, "Wenxi."
Boss Pi snorted and thought to himself, why didn't he call Wenxi something? It's really a cheap man, and he can't even get a name.
Guessing what Pi Xiu was thinking, Wen Xi explained again: "Hee is a bustling hustle and bustle."
"Busty? It's not the west of things?" Pi Xiu raised his eyebrows: "There are quite a lot of strokes in the names of small things."
Wen Xi clenched his fists and didn't speak, and then heard the chef surnamed Pi ask again, "Is there a character and a nickname? When an old ghost like you died, didn't human beings like to call themselves nicknames?"
"No." Wen Xi didn't want to say.
Pixiu: "It seems there is."
Wen Xi still didn't speak, and the surnamed Pi was not reluctant. He just stood up and walked to the sofa with him in his arms. He changed the TV show in it, from a dog-blood TV show to a cartoon, and even lowered his voice to a minimum. .
Pixiu hugged him and squeezed the back of his neck forcing Wenxi to look up.
"Do you remember what I made you think about before?"