System: The Cultivation Expert In The Campus

0"Little Zhang, hurry up and tidy up the counter. It's about to open, and you're still dawdling. You must have slept late last night, right? Hurry up, be careful that the boss will fire you! "The young man, Zhang Dewei, who was lazily yawning beside the counter, had yet to recover from his sleep. The old store manager, who was opening the shop next to him, immediately scolded him and scolded him for failing to meet his expectations. "Young people don't want to improve. They only know how to slack off all day long. They can't afford to play!"    

    

"I know, I know, old store manager!" Zhang Dewei casually replied. However, he muttered to himself as he wiped the counter. "This isn't a breakfast shop. This is a tea shop. It's so early in the morning. There are ghosts here to buy tea... Seriously, I can't even sleep well, so I have to get up so early. This Yuan's Tea Shop is not your old store manager's business. Do you need to work so hard?!"    

    

" What did you say? " Just as Zhang Dewei was muttering to himself, the old store manager, who had opened the door, bent down as if he had heard something. He turned around and frowned at him. "Don't think I can't hear you. My ears are working. Hey, kid, don't really take this store seriously. The Yuan family was a famous tea shop in Jiangde. Since ancient times, they had been selling the best tea in Jiangnan. This tea was just like a person's character. If we don't make better tea, we can show them to our customers. Do you think the Yuan family will raise you, a useless person? Boss Yuan is a well-versed businessman. Why don't you open his restaurant and make some money? Do you think they will give you free food? Pah! Where are you young people... "    

    

" Enough, enough, Old Store Manager. These old words of yours are grinding my ears so hard that they are about to grow calluses. Isn't this the Yuan family's century-old store? Can't it smash the Yuan family's teahouse's signboard? I know, I know, I know. Can't I just work hard to clean the counter? " Zhang Dewei impatiently replied to stop the old store manager from mumbling. However, it made the several female tea sellers at the side cover their mouths and laugh secretly.    

    

"You..." The old store manager stomped his foot angrily and rushed towards Zhang Dewei angrily. He picked up the broom and said to him, "Little brat, your skin is getting itchy. Do I have to anger your uncle to death to be satisfied? I really have to teach you a lesson today! "    

    

" Aiyo! Don't, don't, uncle, a gentleman doesn't move his mouth... Aiyo! "Zhang Dewei, who was chased all over the store by the old store manager, was hit by two brooms and shouted as he tried to escape from the store. But at this time, he suddenly stopped. He hurriedly said to the old manager who was about to chase out of the store, "Uncle! Stop fighting! Business is coming! Business is coming!"    

    

" Business? Where did business come from this early in the morning!? Don't play these tricks on me, I have to..." The old store manager acted like he was ready to fight. He didn't believe that someone would really come to buy tea leaves early in the morning.    

    

"It's true, it's true! Look outside the door. Isn't there a large group of people coming in this direction? It's unknown, they're here to buy tea! " Zhang Dewei touched his back that had been hit by the broom. He grimaced in pain and felt wronged.    

    

The old store manager looked up and saw a large group of young people walking toward his store. He couldn't help but shout happily into the store, "Quick, get ready to welcome the customers. Good boy, so many people are here to buy tea. The sales this month were going to be good again. Everyone, be serious. If your performance is good, I'll ask the boss to treat us to seafood! "    

    

" Okay!! " Hearing the old manager's words, the waiters in the store immediately cheered happily. Whoever didn't like to have a free meal, they would naturally be very happy with business.    

    

However, when the old store manager turned around with a smile on his face, the smile on his face gradually started to fade. Because he found it strange that the young customers who had walked closer seemed to be dressed very slovenly. Their hair was either dyed yellow or dyed red. They looked like a bunch of ruffians and hooligans.    

    

Zhang Dewei seemed to have also expected that something was wrong. He walked to the old store manager and said carefully, "Uncle Old Store Manager, these people... Why do I look like they're not here to buy tea?"    

    

The old store manager frowned and scolded him in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense. Customers are gods. We can't just randomly suspect them because they don't dress well. Let's go back to work!"    

    

"Oh." Zhang Dewei twitched his mouth and could only obediently turn around and walk back to the store. The old store manager coughed and strengthened his courage. He walked towards the group of young ruffians with a smile on his face and said while cupping his hands. "Dear customers, you are here to buy tea, right? Quick, please come in. Our Yuan Tea Shop is also famous for its century-old brand. You can buy any kind of tea you want. Take a look. I believe that there will be tea leaves that will make you excited and satisfied."    

    

In the face of the old store manager's respectful voice, the muscular man with a thick gold necklace on his neck narrowed his eyes and glanced at the tall and ancient plaque above the store. He turned his head and said casually to the others, "This is the tea store of the Yuan family in Jiangde. Are you sure? "    

    

The person beside him bowed respectfully to the brawny man and said, "That's right. This is the Yuan family's century-old teahouse. Their goods are all stored in the large warehouse in this teahouse."    

    

" In other words, I have finally come to the right place today? " The brawny man curled his lips and fiercely slapped his subordinate's shoulder. He laughed loudly and said, "Damn it, there can't be any mistakes today. Boss Ghost Tiger of the Heaven and Earth has given the order! If we don't work hard, we might be cooked and eaten by him! Brothers, let's get to work!! "    

    

" You guys... " The old manager was surprised to see these ruffians rushing into the shop like a swarm of bees. The murderous look in his eyes made him finally realize that something was not right. He wanted to ask, but he was patted on the shoulder by the strong man who looked like a head.    

    

"You are the store manager of this store?" The strong man lowered his head and stared at the old manager with a meaningful look. He sneered and suddenly roared, "I'm asking you a question!"    

    

"Yes... I am..." Being yelled at by the leader of the gangsters, the old manager couldn't help but shiver. Then, he heard the sound of the glass on the counter breaking. He also heard the staff screaming in fear. He couldn't help but urgently say, "Boss, you, why did you smash my store? You, you are breaking the law, understand? "    

    

"Breaking the law? Haha, I like to do illegal things! "The gangster leader spat on the ground and grabbed the poor old manager by the neck and dragged him into the shop. As he walked, he shouted, "Bastards, smash him hard and burn him. After smashing this shop, we have another one! In short, we have to smash them until the Yuan family dies!! "    

    

" You... aren't you afraid of the Yuan family's revenge? Aren't you afraid of being arrested by the police? You... " The old manager looked at the tea shop that had changed beyond recognition in an instant, and his face turned red with excitement. He could not help but criticize: "You hooligans, bandits!"    

    

"Hey, old man, you're right. We're the hoodlums and bandits. Let me tell you, it's useless even if you call the Yama King here today. This Yuan family has offended someone he absolutely can't afford to offend. This is called bringing disaster upon oneself. You can't live!" The leader of the hoodlums laughed heartily and knocked out the old shopkeeper with a punch. Then, he casually threw him to the ground. He continued shouting loudly, "Tie all the people together and then go to the warehouse. Wash all the tea leaves with tap water for me and let the Yuan family taste the taste of suffering heavy losses! "    

    

"Yes, boss!!" A wave of excited cheers came from the ruffians in the restaurant.    

    

"Pa!" An old palm covered with old age spots hit heavily on the ancient tea table made of sandalwood, causing the tea cup on it to jump violently, causing the fragrant tea water to flow out.    

    

"What the hell! A hooligan? A ruffian? These clowns from the Jiangde actually dare to attack my shop! Furthermore, the police are actually so incompetent that they can't even catch a person. Up until now, there's almost no news at all. Isn't it obvious that someone wants to deal with my Yuan family? "    

    

The owner of the palm was an old man who was close to the age of a flower. Under his white hair was a face that was filled with anger that was bright red. It was obvious that he was really quite angry, "Just who is it that dares to openly oppose my Yuan family? There were thirteen shops in Jiangde that were so bad that they were destroyed. They even used tap water to soak the tea leaves that I have stored for more than ten years. That is the lifeblood of my Yuan family! "    

    

" Alright, alright, Elder Yuan, it's not just you who suffered losses. Don't complain so much. " Beside the pale old man sat four other old men. In the outer hall of the conference hall sat five young and handsome men. These young men were obviously the descendants of these old men.    

    

At this time, the old man called Elder Yuan stood up next to him, and his figure was slightly plump. The fat old man with the fat on his face flew around. He frowned and said, "What you lost was tea leaves. In the coming year, at least you can use the harvest to recover some of your losses. But what about me? I'm managing porcelain. If an antique porcelain was smashed to pieces, it would be worth the same value again. That's simply impossible! The porcelain in my eight porcelain stores were not smashed into pieces. It was taken away by someone. There is no law or justice in this world!"    

    

"No, it's really weird. From yesterday until today, my silk shop was set on fire one after another. If I hadn't reacted in time, almost burned out. But even so, my store was still robbed of several thousand pieces of cloth. In the past, no one dared to rob my He family's cloth!" At this moment, the old man sitting at the side with a crutch couldn't help but say, "It's really messy. I really didn't think that someone would dare to do such a thing openly."    

    

" There's no need to ask. Someone must have secretly manipulated these powers, wanting to use them to deal with the Jiangde's Six... Ah, no, it's the five major families! "    

    

The bald old man raised his head and frowned, "I really don't understand, just what kind of people have our five families provoked recently? To actually be able to use such a powerful force to mess with us. These things are easy to deal with, at most it's done by hooligans and thugs. Arrest a batch of them and ask for compensation. That's all."    

    

"But the problem is that my side has a headache. I'm in charge of heavy machinery. If I can't sell the machinery products, I won't be able to make money. These two days, I received a lot of calls for refunds and refunds. It was as if my heavy machinery suddenly became unpopular overnight. I was puzzled. I asked those customers and they all said that they didn't know and only wanted to refund. It was obvious that there was a big shot behind this. Brother Lin, what about you? Have you discovered anything recently?"    

    

The last of the five, an old man surnamed Lin, sat on the Grand Preceptor's chair and swept his gaze across the crowd as he sneered. "All of you have been played like this. How could I possibly be spared? In the past two days, the Central Military Region's Logistics Department temporarily stopped purchasing military weapons from me, under the excuse that the troops found that the equipment our Lin Family produced was defective. I am even more miserable than the four of you combined. Without military procurement, the things I produce are piles of scrap metal. There's no value at all"