Where to find Zhongli?
Follow me!
Hu Tao led Feng Yi to the front of a lively tea house.
Feng Yi looked up and saw the words "Heyu Tea House" written above the entrance.
As soon as they entered, they were intimidated by the crowded atmosphere. The limited number of tea tables were packed, but this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the patrons, who preferred to stand and listen to the music rather than leave.
What's with this tea house? Why is it so lively?
Hearing the eager conversations of the tea-drinkers around her, Feng Yi understood.
It turned out that a popular actress from the Yunhan Troupe was performing on stage today, which had drawn everyone.
Feng Yi also learned from the tea-drinkers that this popular actress was named Yun Jin, and she was the lead performer of the Yunhan Troupe.
It was said that Yun Jin had a sweet singing voice and a beautiful appearance, and was known for her agile and emotional performances.
Whether it was a delicate and dignified young lady from a wealthy family or a heroic woman of righteousness, she could portray them perfectly.
In Liyue, where entertainment options were not very developed, listening to music had become one of the few pastimes for most people.
Where is Zhongli?
Feng Yi scanned the area but couldn't find Zhongli. Could he not be here?
He's in a private room on the second floor!
Hu Tao continued to lead the way, having just left from there.
Feng Yi: ???
Feng Yi was surprised that Zhongli, who couldn't afford to pay his debts, had money for a private room!
Truly worthy of you! The God of Saving where necessary and Spending where appropriate!
Pushing open the door to the Number One Private Room, Feng Yi saw Zhongli listening to the opera.
Zhongli sat there upright, watching the play downstairs while sipping his tea, looking incredibly relaxed.
Feng Yi, Hu Tao, why are you here? But you've come at the perfect time, Yun Jin is about to appear!
Zhongli poured two cups of tea and pushed them across the table, inviting them to sit down and join him.
Zhongli: Heaven and earth are great, but listening to opera is the greatest!
Zhongli, we came to find you for a serious matter, we don't have time to listen to opera!
Hu Tao said hurriedly, Isn't earning Mora more important than listening to opera?
Hu Tao, sit down, have some tea, and rest. I'll explain.
Feng Yi, worried that Hu Tao might not be clear, took over the conversation.
Zhongli, this is how it is and that is how it is...
Feng Yi explained the whole story to Zhongli, including his plan to adjust and upgrade the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's business structure, moving beyond single-product output.
Diversifying operations would open up more markets.
While keeping the main business unchanged, developing ancillary industries would increase the income of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
Zhongli savored the new terms Feng Yi used, such as "single-product" and "diversification," finding them incomprehensible yet impressive.
For a moment, Feng Yi's explanation was more interesting than the drama downstairs.
Talismans for calming the spirit and driving away evil? That's not difficult. Leave it to me!
Zhongli agreed, as this matter seemed to have no downsides for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and merely creating talismans was a piece of cake for him.
However, he kept the new concepts Feng Yi proposed in mind and pondered them.
Tea-drinker A: Yun Jin is here!
Tea-drinker B: Yun Jin, please look at me!
Tea-drinker C: Yun Jin smiled at me, does she like me?
The air suddenly fell silent.
All the tea-drinkers: Can't stand it, let's go to the dog's table!
Ah Huang at the door: Woof woof (I don't sit with fools!)
Feng Yi, Hu Tao, since you've met, don't miss it. Yun Jin's performance is truly a rare opportunity!
Zhongli's thoughts were pulled back to reality by the commotion downstairs. He smiled and said to Feng Yi and Hu Tao, The new concepts can wait until after the performance.
Hu Tao, there's no need to rush. Relax a little!
Feng Yi's eyes lit up when he saw the actress who appeared. She was indeed graceful and charming.
Her opera costume had elements reminiscent of Peking Opera from Feng Yi's past life.
The pom-poms on her headdress and her earrings had the look of Peking Opera helmets, which felt very familiar to Feng Yi.
Feng Yi pulled Hu Tao to sit down, and like Zhongli, he listened to the opera while sipping tea.
Clang, clang, clang~
As the instruments played, the opera officially began.
Yun Jin was sometimes passionate and sometimes quiet, gripping the audience's attention.
When the curtain fell, the audience slowly returned from Yun Jin's story, cheering loudly.
Everyone offered their tips, hoping Yun Jin would perform again.
However, Mr. Fan Er, the owner of Heyu Tea House, informed everyone that Yun Jin was feeling unwell and had performed while sick.
Everyone expressed their understanding and wished Yun Jin a speedy recovery.
Even though there were no more performances by Yun Jin at the tea house, the tea-drinkers were reluctant to leave, enthusiastically discussing the brilliance of Yun Jin's performance.
They praised the exquisite parts, slapping their tables in admiration.
Of course, the happiest person was Mr. Fan Er, the owner of the tea house, as these patrons had once again made an indelible contribution to the tea house's income.
Yun Jin's condition was slightly off, but her health should be fine, right?
Zhongli waved and called Mr. Fan Er over to ask.
As expected of the learned Mr. Zhongli, your eyes missed nothing. Being unwell was just an excuse Yun Jin gave, but her condition today was indeed not good.
Mr. Fan Er sighed and said, Yun Jin is the cash cow of Heyu Tea House. He cared about Yun Jin's condition more than anyone.
After all, one performance by Yun Jin at Heyu Tea House could cover a month's expenses for the tea house.
Could you tell me more? Perhaps I can help.
Zhongli put down his teacup and said seriously, after all, this concerned his future enjoyment of opera.
To tell you the truth, Miss Yun Jin is struggling to create a new play. To come up with a good story, she hasn't been able to eat or sleep well, and looks much more haggard than before.
Mr. Fan Er said, casting a hopeful glance at Zhongli. If anyone could come up with an excellent story, it would be the knowledgeable Mr. Zhongli!
This...
Zhongli stated that he was good at fighting, could appreciate tea, and had some skill in writing and poetry, but creating a captivating story was beyond him.
The stories he usually heard were mostly about the Geo Archon, but these had been told so many times by storytellers that they had lost their novelty.
Zhongli lowered his head in thought, needing a story that was both captivating and novel.
While Zhongli was thinking, Feng Yi was recalling famous Peking Opera performances from his past life.
He wondered if Peking Opera stories from his past life would work here.
Mr. Fan Er, could you provide paper and pen?
A good story knows no borders. Feng Yi intended to let the people of Liyue appreciate the timeless masterpieces in his mind.
Although Mr. Fan Er didn't believe Feng Yi could be more brilliant than Mr. Zhongli, he still brought paper and pen.
Feng Yi began by writing four large characters: Farewell My Concubine!