Obviously super rich but to be a small assistant

Chapter 241
"Hey, Huzi and Sanpang are back? Just in time, come with me to the kitchen and bring out dinner for everyone."

When the old Taoist came in, he saw the particularly conspicuous Hu Zi at a glance, and called the three of them to the back.

"This old Taoist priest is really amazing!" Yan Zi looked at the backs of several people and said in a low voice.

"Then Miss Yanzi, how do you feel about such an amazing person who is still your fan?" Feng Xiaoyun pretended to raise a microphone to her mouth.

"Hate it! Be respectful, you can't say that about the Taoist priest!"

Soon the old Taoist brought Artest and a few of them, each with a large tray, on which were several bowls of steaming pimple soup and some side dishes.

There was no table in the apse, and a few people went to the side to bring several tables. Everyone sat on futons and formed a circle.

"Come on, everyone, don't be shy, and try the old-fashioned craftsmanship."

"Is there no ceremony before eating?" Wilson asked curiously. After all, in their place, the devout believers would hold hands and pray before eating, so he was also curious about the Eastern Mysticism. There is no such ritual.

"Ceremony? Why do you want that thing? It's not suitable for eating or drinking!" Anyway, the old Taoist priest was not polite, picked up his own pimple soup, blew gently, and then took a sip happily.

San Pang also imitated the master and took a sip, then put down the bowl and said, "It's too hot, do you want two bottles of beer first?"

"Okay, okay!" Wilson agreed first, and he understood the Chinese language of a bottle of beer.

Since he was released on Dongji Island last time, he has restrained himself a bit, but today here are all his own people, needless to say that Artest is the four Taoist priests, and the old Taoist priest and this man named Sanpang don't seem to have much fighting power. Only Huzi seems to be able to fight himself.

If there is anything else to say, of course you have to agree.

"Do you want the frozen one or the normal temperature one?" San Pang asked holding back.

"Of course it must be at room temperature. How can you drink frozen beer in such a cold day?" Wilson was really fooled.

Feng Xiaoyun hammered him angrily: "The normal temperature is minus 3 degrees, and it's about 4 or [-] degrees cold, which one do you drink?"

Only then did Wilson realize that the normal temperature here is not minus [-] degrees, and hurriedly said, "It's freezing, it's freezing!"

Artest quickly brought a case of beer, and San Pang handed Wilson a bottle, then turned to ask the others if anyone wanted a drink.Zhang Li and several staff members in the crew also wanted a bottle. After all, it’s really hot to sit here, and a cool bottle of beer is also good.

After a round of distribution, there was not much left in a case of beer. Sanpang asked Artest to fetch another case, but was stopped by Hu Zi: "I'll go, move more at a time, save Artest to run back and forth. .”

"Isn't he drinking?" Wilson asked strangely when he saw that Sanpang had handed a bottle of wine to the old Taoist but not to Hu Zi.

"Hey, he, he promised his daughter-in-law that she wouldn't drink if she didn't drink." Sanpang picked up his bottle, raised it to everyone, and the bottle was gone.

In fact, it was the last paragraph just now. He was the one dragging the snow sledge to drag the tiger here, and he would be so thirsty.

Naturally not to be outdone, Wilson drank the beer in his hand in just a few sips, and attracted applause from a few spectators who didn't think it was a big deal.

"Is he so afraid of his wife?" After a bottle of wine, Wilson hiccupped. The tiger who he thought was the biggest opponent turned out to be the "strict wife" in the legend of Huaguo.

"The whole train station in Xueling City knows about this! Hehehehe!" The old Taoist smirked.

Now everyone was interested, Yan Zi asked curiously: "He is afraid of his wife, why does Xueling City Railway Station know, is he a railway employee?"

After all, Yan Zi's parents have worked on the railway all her life, so she pays special attention to this kind of person.

"No, he is a physical education teacher at the school, and his wife is in the same school as him." The old Taoist was much gentler when he drank, first he poured it into a big bowl, and only took a sip.

"Then why do people at the train station know that he is afraid of his wife?" At this moment, everyone's appetite was whetted by the old Taoist priest.

"His daughter-in-law has a fiery temper. Don't look at this guy, Huzi. He is obedient to his wife and never gets angry with her. Sometimes when he gets angry at home, he doesn't fight back and runs to the train in Xueling City. Stand up, put your wallet in your butt pocket, it's full of waste paper, and half of it is exposed."

"Master!" Hu Zi, who brought five boxes of beer in at once, just heard the master talking about himself, and hurriedly called out, hoping that the master would be merciful.

"Hey, what's the matter? Are you afraid of your wife and people knowing?" San Pang joked.

"I don't call it fear, that's called respect and love. Otherwise, why would I want to have a baby, and you are still a single dog?" The master didn't dare to hate, but San Pang, who grew up together since childhood, should hate or have to hate.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm single, hehe, master, you continue!" San Fatty said, pouring down another bottle of beer.

The old Taoist also didn't care about his apprentice's face, it was rare for him to sit at the same table with his idol, what's wrong with telling two funny things to make the idol laugh?
"You think, at the station, fish and dragons are mixed together. The big man has such a bulging wallet in his butt pocket, and those thieves can't see it?"

"He came and went, the thief at the station beat him up, and then sent him to the police station. Later, when the kid went to the station, the thieves didn't steal him, they just said behind his back that the kid was designated to be at home. Got mad at my wife."

"Hahahahaha!" Everyone laughed wildly, never expecting such a story to exist.

Huzi can't say that he is not the master, so he can only eat his own pimple soup with a bowl, and when he looks up, he sees a cameraman who is dedicatedly recording everyone's meal, so he quickly said: "This episode is not allowed to be broadcast. what!"

The old Taoist also interjected: "By the way, you are here to record Huaguo on the tip of your tongue, right? I watched the first episode and it was really good. This second episode is here for us?"

After getting Feng Xiaoyun's affirmative answer, the old Taoist turned his eyes and asked tentatively: "Then I'm also in the mirror, I wonder if there will be any reward?"

"Yes, how much does the Taoist priest think is appropriate?" Feng Xiaoyun asked with a smile.

"I think ~ the four of us, eight hundred!" The old Taoist counted his apprentices.

"Eight hundred? One or four?"

The old Taoist originally wanted to say that there were four people, but after thinking about it, it is said that the funds for these program recordings are quite sufficient. This year's weather is particularly cold. If you want to order more, I will send a set of winter clothes to each of the children in the orphanage.

So he said cruelly: "Of course it's eight hundred per person!"

After finishing speaking, he carefully looked at Feng Xiaoyun's expression, and if the other party refused to agree, he would change his words immediately.

Seeing that Feng Xiaoyun was really thinking about it, he quickly said, "Eight hundred before tax is fine."

"Hahaha, okay!" Now Feng Xiaoyun couldn't hold back anymore, this old Taoist priest is so cute, he obviously has great love in his heart, but he behaves like a philistine.

"Master, you don't need to pay tax for [-]!" Fat Tiger reminded in an embarrassed whisper.

"Ahem!" The old Taoist coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and then said, "However, the part that Hu Zi said just now cannot be broadcast, after all, it is the private matter of his children."

After a pause, the old Taoist continued, "Unless you add money!"

"Puff!" Everyone was amused by the old Taoist priest, but knowing that he has used many orphans in various fundraising for so many years, everyone did not feel disgusted, but was a little moved.

"Old Daoist, Huzi himself refused this matter, so it's useless to add money!"

"Oh, that's it!" The old Taoist was a little disappointed, but he was happy again when he thought that he had earned 3200 by making an appearance.

"Master Taoist, in fact, I plan to donate all the advertising fees for this episode to the Taoist temple." Yan Zi said with a smile. After Ting Sanpang told the story of the old Taoist priest just now, she has been thinking about what she can do.

Since this episode was filmed in Xueling, there is no problem with donating the advertising money received to Xueling.

"Really?" The old Taoist was overjoyed and asked excitedly, "How many?"

"The advertising fee for the first episode is not much, only about 600 million." Feng Xiaoyun is very clear about these figures.

"Hiss~" Hearing that the amount was so huge, the old Taoist gasped, thought for a while but shook his head and refused: "There is too much money, the old Taoist was just planning to raise some money for the orphanage in the city, after all, the allocation is too little , Their conditions are not very good, but you have too many, and the old Taoist priests can't handle it."

"Master Dao, I haven't finished yet. Because the first episode was too hot, a large number of manufacturers came to want to insert advertisements and win the naming rights. Now it is estimated that the advertising cost of the second episode will be 2000 million."

After all, in addition to China, there is also Oulu. Now that the program is also popular in Oulu, many manufacturers have naturally found it. Even if Oulo wants to share a part of BHKC, the program group must still share.

"If it's 2000 million, the old Taoist can't handle it." The amount increased, but the old Taoist became calmer. After all, he felt that he couldn't handle it, so there was no difference between 600 million and 2000 million.

"Actually, we have our own charity team." Yan Zi said, "But you know the situation in Xueling best, and you know where the donations are most needed."

"Master, the playground in our school can actually be repaired." Huzi's eyes lit up. He is a physical education teacher, and teachers like them are used to level the playground in his school every year.

In winter, after the heavy snow like now, even if the snow is shoveled off, the frozen and slippery mud below is not suitable for children to exercise.

The principal went to ask for money many times, but the financial situation in the market is also difficult, so I really can't take care of it. If there is such a batch of donations, it would be great.

Now everyone is looking at the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest was silent for a while, then nodded slowly in agreement: "You don't need to hand over the money to me, but I can pay attention to your charity team."

Speaking of which, the old Taoist got up and made a bow: "I have heard that Miss Yan Zi is eager to do justice, and is willing to do good. The old Taoist is really honored to be your fan."

Yan Zi's face was reddened, and she dared not even say so.

Feng Xiaoyun asked curiously: "Why is the Taoist priest Yan Zi's fan?"

"Because she sings beautifully, I like her songs very much." The old Taoist said as a matter of course.

Feng Xiaoyun even felt that this old Taoist priest had a pure heart, and if he likes it, he likes it. If someone else is older, even if he likes a little girl's song, it may be difficult to admit it so frankly.

"Then don't you know that the old Taoist still charges money for this meal?" Feng Xiaoyun asked jokingly.

Now it was the old Taoist's turn to feel a little embarrassed, he stroked his beard and laughed and said, "I was stingy just now, not only this time, but also Miss Yan Zi who has the opportunity to come to Xueling in the future, and pass by Xiaoguan. free."

After speaking, he patted Huzi and Artest and asked them to bring up some dry goods they had put away for everyone to taste.

None of them are valuable things, mostly nuts such as peanuts and pine nuts, and there are also some sauced beef, which enriches the case table.

The frozen pear just now is also good, and it has a unique flavor when served with wine.

Wilson and Zhang Li didn't let go of this opportunity, and asked the photographer to take pictures while asking some stories about the local food production.

Soon the pimple soup on the table was finished by everyone, Artest and Huzi cleared away the bowls and chopsticks, and put on a lot of casual snacks, Feng Xiaoyue also brought a lot of private goods, and at this time they all contributed give everyone.

Only Wilson was still drinking bottles of wine with Sanpang.

"What's the matter? Wilson, drink!" Seeing Wilson take a wine bottle and put it down again, San Pang said: "We are bosom friends when we get together, let's have a bottle of bosom wine!"

After talking about Sanpang, he drank up a bottle. Wilson has already gone to the toilet twice, and he drank beer, but this time he couldn't hold on to drinking a bottle, but every time Sanpang had In other words, it seems really bad if you don't drink it.

Frustrated Yu Yong drank the beer in his hand, and San Pang handed over another bottle.

"Let me tell you, brother, how can a person walk in the rivers and lakes without drinking. The guests must be drunk when they drink, or the master will be ashamed."

"Drunk, I'm drunk!" Wilson shook his head and conceded. Just now he looked down on San Pang and kept fighting with him, but after drinking it, he realized that San Pang's bottle after bottle was like a normal person.

"Really drunk?"

"So drunk!"

"Okay!" San Pang saw that Wilson had really drunk well, so he didn't try to persuade him any more, but said with some regret: "If that's the case, let's forget it, and we will drink next time."

Lying on the table, Wilson, who still had a trace of clarity, swore in his heart that from today onwards, if I compete with Chinese people for wine, I will be a dog.

Feng Xiaoyun looked at his friend with a wry smile, whether it was because of his poor drinking ability that he had left a wrong influence, thinking that no one in Huaguo could drink.

You must know that San Fatty began to introduce other trading companies to run business. There are really not many people who do not drink well in this industry. I hope this unlucky kid can learn to be good.

You have to know that the next stop after the trip to Xueling is over, but it is Huaxi, which has always been the settlement of the most powerful ethnic minorities in Huaguo. If he wants to make such a clamor again, he will probably have to be educated.

(End of this chapter)