As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 51 Rising to Fame
"Uncle...Uncle, we are just passing by!"

"I hope you can do me a favor... please do me a favor!"

“I’m a local.”

"thump!"

Wang Dafu was kicked to the ground, with his wife and children crying beside him.

While struggling, he clasped his hands together and prayed to the big men around him.

"Hehehe~"

Several big men grinned, stepped on his back, and counted the valuables in his luggage.

"Big... Big Brother, this old man has quite a bit of money!"

"Oh my god! How much is this?"

"So much money! This is too much... Old man, what do you do?!"

After seeing the money Mingchen gave him, he was even more shocked.

Wang Dafu just shook his head and begged them to let him go.

Somehow, the dream that I had had several times began to flow in my mind.

The self in the dream seems to overlap with the self now.

He was crying bitterly, struggling like a madman, and wailing in fear.

He seemed to have a premonition of his future fate.

"You damned dog!@#!@$#%"

"do not move!"

"You bastard, I told you not to move!!!"

next moment,
"Puch!"

The sound of a sharp blade entering flesh suddenly rang out.

The severe pain hit Wang Dafu, and he trembled violently, his eyes widened.

"no no……"

He kept shedding tears, all kinds of dreams flashed through his mind, and his vitality quickly faded away.

In the haze, he seemed to see the pitch-black cat sitting next to him on the ground, looking at him quietly, its strange-colored eyes reflecting his desperate face.

This time, he couldn't wake up.

He still didn't escape.

……

"Snapped!"

A clap of the wake-up stick.

"Since the creation of the world, I have been part of the two yin and yang. I have caused the three realms to waste their energy, the gods of the four directions to be afraid, the ghost soldiers of the five mountains to be angry, the six directions to be in chaos, the seven underworlds to be difficult to distinguish, who in the eight directions can respect me? The nine heavens cannot capture me, I am the chief demon lord of a hundred thousand."

The pub was bustling with people, and drinks were splashing everywhere.

Some people drank and played finger-guessing games, some were drunk and noisy, and some were talking and laughing quietly...

The war in the north was brutal, and countless lives were lost. In this impoverished land, people were starving and starving everywhere.

It's a prosperous and peaceful place here.

In the middle of the tavern, a simple platform was built.

In a bustling tavern, the storyteller sat in front of the table, clapping his hands on the wake-up stick, his face flushed and spit flying, as he told fresh stories that had never been seen in this world.

It’s so mysterious and wonderful.

The legends and myths circulating in this world have been told to pieces.

Such stories are like opening one's mind, spreading the wings of imagination, and traveling to the vast and boundless other world.

Even the storyteller himself could not help but indulge in it and could not extricate himself.

He also wanted to know the sequel to such a story.

He wants to say it for the rest of his life!

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Tell me quickly! What happened after that monkey rebelled against the Heavenly Palace?"

"color!"

"Hurry up and tell me! What's behind it?"

"This monkey is truly bold! He even dares to rebel against Heaven!"

"Above the Heavenly Palace, are there really immortals who control the rise and fall of things and control the heaven and earth?"

...The diners ate the delicious food, listened to the stories, and were immersed in it, and couldn't help but marvel at it.

In this era of scarce entertainment options.

I have to say, this is also a rare enjoyment.

For an artist, the audience's praise and support is worth more than gold. The storyteller shook his hair, his eyes shining, and spoke eloquently: "The Great Sage raised his thousand-pound staff and wanted to compete with the immortals in the sky..."

Although the storyteller talks a lot, the storyteller's job is actually very easy.

There were too many customers and the pub was a bit crowded. There was a long line of people waiting anxiously outside. The waiter's legs were almost broken from running, and the cook in the kitchen was almost smoking from swinging his spatula.

In the direction of the counter, a child wearing a wooden mask sat there quietly.

Even though the pub staff were so busy that they couldn't even put on their pants, she had no intention of going forward to help.

She was like a puppet, motionless, her gray eyes quietly watching the people passing by through the holes in the mask, her gaze lingering on different faces, observing their expressions and the slightest movements, observing their every move and every word.

Her brother told her that she didn't need to do anything.

Just sit here and watch the people passing by, look at their faces, look at their expressions, watch their movements, and listen to their voices.

In every walk of life, in every aspect of life, don’t miss any tiny details.

He said that's how he practiced in the beginning.

He also said that she would be the owner of this place in the future.

……

In recent days, a restaurant in Beijing has suddenly become famous.

I heard that the owner has changed and the signboard has been changed.

To celebrate its grand opening, the restaurant has introduced some special offers.

The imperial examination was approaching, and the shopkeeper, mindful of the fact that the candidates from other places were unfamiliar with the place and did not have enough money to spend, announced that during the first ten days of the opening, all candidates could enter the restaurant and eat for free.

The remaining customers can also enjoy half-price service during the ten-day period.

Seats are limited and available on a first-come, first-served basis.

There are also private rooms upstairs for distinguished guests to enjoy.

The tavern does not ask for anything in return, but only asks that if the guests think the food is delicious, they can tell others about it and spread the word.

This is a means of promoting the new store.

That's not the point of his popularity.

The point is,

The food in this restaurant is very good.

Most people are just ordinary people. They cannot afford delicacies, nor will they risk their lives for them or shed tears of gratitude.

For a good restaurant, it is enough if the customers think the food is delicious and want to come back next time.

This pub did just that.

Previously, the tavern was half-dead and the food was just edible.

But in the new store now, their dishes seem to have some different spices added, and the dishes are also a bit innovative.

Like Kung Pao Chicken, Mapo Tofu, Sweet and Sour Pork... He boldly amplified the stimulating taste and impacted people's taste buds.

It’s not necessarily out-of-this-world delicious, but it’s novel.

It’s novel, interesting, delicious, and not too expensive. There are even special events during the store opening period.

These factors are enough for this store to gain a group of loyal customers.

What is even more attractive is the stage in the center of the tavern, the eloquent storyteller, and the legendary stories that have never been heard before.

The naughty monkey that jumped out of the fairy stone, the mysterious and ethereal magical powers of the fairy mountain, the majestic and solemn heavenly palace above the clouds... everything is curious and desirable.

A mysterious and amazing world, a plot beyond imagination. When you hear the beginning of the story, it is like a hook has been dropped in your heart, hooking you so much that you forget to eat and sleep and want to come again next time.

The shopkeeper is very precise in the group of people he tries to please.

Scholars are the best at talking and spreading the word.

In just a few days, the newly opened restaurant was packed with people.

……

"Hiss..."

The sharp claws slowly scratched the wood, making a squeaking sound.

In stark contrast to the bustling pub,
The quiet cat sat quietly on the beam, stretched out its claws, and gently scratched the wood.

Compared to a few days ago, it seems a little different.

The forehead is no longer covered with pure black hair, but has a thin white line.

(End of this chapter)