The senior brother burst into tears.
The last time I cried was when I met my junior sister. I cried because I felt I was powerless to do anything about the lake monster.
But what is there for a group of mortals to be powerless about
Is there anything wrong with kneeling down to ask for reward money
Even the crazy Lingling, seeing Song Yin suddenly burst into tears, suddenly sat up straight with a solemn face.
Instead, they dared not speak much.
After the maids finished playing and singing, they ran to another table of guests and continued to kneel down.
Some, like the guests at the previous table, gave tips in exchange for sweet singing and playing, while others did not want to give any, but in exchange for the maids bowing to them and letting the spring light on their open chests sway.
Until this group of people came to Song Yin and others, they knelt down and called out in a gentle and flattering voice: "Master, give us some rewards."
But this time it was a little different. Everyone at the table looked at them with strange eyes, and one of them even shed tears.
That's a bit strange.
It’s better not to provoke such a strange guest. Several maids looked at each other and were about to say goodbye and leave.
But at this moment, the tearful guest suddenly asked: "Why kneel down?"
Um
The maids were stunned for a moment and looked at the man strangely, as if they didn't quite understand what he meant.
"Hahaha!"
They didn't answer, but the people at the nearby table started laughing. There was a group of people at that table dressed like young masters, who looked almost the same as Zhang Feixuan. They were swaying with folding fans in their hands, toasting each other and showing their romantic manners.
One of the young masters looked them up and down, and said to Zhang Feixuan with a smile: "My dear brother, you are very polite to this servant. You even brought him here to eat. Is this your first time here?"
Except for a frozen glance at Zhang Feixuan, the rest of them glanced away with obvious contempt.
Those who come here to eat are either rich or noble, and you can tell they are extraordinary just by looking at their clothes.
Looking at these again, except for that handsome young man who is a bit interesting, the rest look weird.
The little girl was pretty and had the potential to be a maid.
The young boy with a serious face looked like a book boy.
The tall and thin one is probably a lackey.
That burly giant looks good and would be a good material for guarding the house.
And the one who asked the question looked like a farmer from the countryside.
I really don't understand why I was brought here. This is a shame for these second-generation rich kids.
"Brother, your question is very interesting. How to kneel down? I have to kneel down. Otherwise, where will the reward come from? In this world..."
The young man raised his head, as if he understood the mystery of the world, and said, "Gold and silver are more important."
"Brother Zhao is absolutely right."
"Brother Zhao said it well!"
The people at the table complimented him one after another.
The man called Brother Zhao laughed again and threw a silver ingot in front of the maid.
“Look, there’s the answer.”
"Thank you for the reward, sir."
One of the maids picked up the silver ingot, bent her back towards that side, then stood up, bowed slightly to Song Yin and the others, walked to the table with lotus steps, knelt down again, moaned in a gentle tune, revealing her soft neck.
The man shook his head while listening to the song and said with a smile, "For money, they would kill the whole family. What's the point of just kneeling down and showing off your sex appeal? Don't you think so?"
The maid who was singing and playing the instrument nodded and smiled even more flatteringly at them, which made the man smile even more. He threw down another ingot of silver and said, "Okay, stop singing and come drink with us."
When the music stopped, the maids picked up the silver and bowed deeply again, then sat among the group of young men, flattering and toasting, joking and making people laugh, seeming to be very skilled at it.
"No dignity?"
Song Yingang had just finished speaking when he suddenly paused, a look of understanding appeared on his face, and he stopped talking.
But Brother Zhao didn't seem to be as interested in women as he was in them. After hearing what Song Yin said, everyone at the table looked at each other, as if they had heard some extremely funny joke, and laughed louder than anyone else.
Even the group of maids were smiling coquettishly, and their eyes, which were full of teasing and disdain, glanced at Song Yin from time to time.
I'm afraid he's not a fool.
"Fuck you!"
Wang Qizhen stood up suddenly, and was about to take a step with a gloomy face.
"Sit down." Song Yin said indifferently.
"Senior Brother, they..." Wang Qi was gritting his teeth, his face full of dissatisfaction.
Just a mortal!
How dare you insult their senior brother? !
There is no such thing in the world. If we don't teach them a lesson, we will be looked down upon.
Song Yin just glanced at Wang Qi Zheng, and the look in his eyes made Wang Qi Zheng shudder and he sat down obediently.
"The food is here!"
At this time, the waiter came forward quickly with a large tray, placed the dishes on the tray on the table one by one, and put a pot of wine on it, saying with a smile, "Gentlemen, enjoy your meal."
As he spoke, he stood aside, looking around and listening carefully, as if waiting for someone to call him.
"They didn't do anything and nobody was at fault."
Song Yin picked up the wine jug and poured himself a glass of wine. He looked at the clear wine and then looked at the waiter who was standing there waiting.
When the waiter saw people looking at him, he immediately put on a flattering smile.
"Flattering others and serving others is for money."
Then he looked at the waitress at that table.
"To curry favor with others, to kneel down and ask for reward, is also for money."
Song Yin turned his gaze and looked at the group of young masters, "They are rich, so in the eyes of those who are after money, these people are customers, they are true immortals."
"That's right."
The man called Brother Zhao raised his head proudly and said with a smile: "You country bumpkin, your words do make sense, but you don't know the rules. Your master is here, how can you drink first? And who are you to dare to drink the same wine as me? You need to be disciplined."
He looked at Zhang Feixuan again and said with a smile: "Hey, brother, how about giving me all your servants for two hundred taels of silver? You don't know how to teach your servants, so I'll help you teach them."
He would not think that these people had any other identities. The servants were servants and the superiors were superiors.
A superior person would not wear the clothes of a subordinate. Even those free and easy immortals would not wear the clothes of a subordinate. This has been the truth since ancient times.
There are not so many people who pretend to be pigs and eat the tigers. I have never encountered any.
In his eyes, what was more important was that this rich kid didn't know how to teach.
But not teaching people.
Even if he is not a rich country bumpkin from the countryside, he has no education at all.
But it doesn’t matter. He is a kind-hearted man and cannot bear to see the world go so corrupt, so he can come and teach.
This farm boy is quite interesting, that maid is pretty too, and that giant guy is very impressive to take out. Even if the table is more than ten feet tall, it looks like a pocket-sized one to him.
Two hundred taels, it’s a good deal no matter how you look at it.