Chapter 38: Get rid of your uncle

When he returned to the Internet cafe, Zhou Ze saw Uncle Wang still busy at the bar, so he walked to the water dispenser and got a cup of hot water.

"Uncle Wang."

Holding a glass of hot water, Zhou Ze lay down in front of the bar with a smile on his face.

Uncle Wang raised his head, glanced at the time and asked, "It's still some time before evening, why did you come here without taking a rest?"

"Uncle Wang, I'm having a hard time lately..." Zhou Ze pretended to cry.

"The live broadcast has been blocked. I feel that life is so difficult..."

Listening to Zhou Ze's crying voice, Uncle Wang waved his hands in disgust: "Stop pretending to be a brat, just tell me if you have anything to do."

"It's really a pleasure." Zhou Ze said, "Pay me a salary of 10,000 yuan."

"What?!" Uncle Wang spit out a mouthful of tea.

After Zhou Ze quickly dodged it with quick eyes and hands, he whispered: "Why is Uncle Wang reacting so much? It's only 10,000 yuan. Don't scare the guests..."

"You brat, you really think I'm a philanthropist!" Uncle Wang glared at Zhou Ze and said, "You just gave away five thousand a few days ago, and now you want another ten thousand?!"

Zhou Ze sighed: "Uncle Wang, I know it's too much for me to do this, but you can't react so harshly..."

"You also know that this is too much." Uncle Wang poured another sip of tea into his stomach: "Tell me, what happened this time?"

"The main reason is that I owe 10,000 yuan to others. It's better to owe someone one of my own than to an outsider." Zhou Ze said with a smile.

"With the relationship between us, why don't you give me ten thousand yuan?"

"No." Uncle Wang was very decisive.

"Why, Uncle Wang, is it because my medicinal formula for treating hepatitis doesn't work?" Zhou Ze started to lie again.

Uncle Wang obviously no longer wants to accept his trick: "Stop, don't threaten me with this book. Although I admit that it is very effective, you can't keep taking money from me!"

"One day I will have to be hollowed out by you."

Uncle Wang who muttered suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Uncle Wang? Are you sick?" Zhou Ze asked quickly.

"Go away, you keep cursing me." Uncle Wang patted Zhou Ze's arm: "I remembered how you paid back the money!"

"Lend me 10,000 yuan and I'll pay it back right away!" Zhou Ze joked.

"I'm not making trouble for you, I mean you can post videos online to sell medicine recipes!" Uncle Wang said in surprise.

"Selling prescriptions?" Zhou Ze scratched his hair: "Can you make money with this thing?"

"Of course!" Seeing that there were no new guests coming, Uncle Wang took Zhou Ze back to the office.

"As long as you post your video online and it reaches a certain number of views, you will naturally make money!" Uncle Wang opened the website: "Especially since your reputation has already been established. If you don't have a license, it won't stop you from making some medicinal food. Bar!"

"It makes sense." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Do you still know how to get a massage?"

"meeting."

"That's it, from now on you give me a massage in the office and then post the video online. There are two ways to make money!"

After saying that, Uncle Wang thought for a while: "No, there are three ways. You have to watch out for me as an Internet cafe!"

When Zhou Ze heard this, he thought it was funny!

"Thank you, Uncle Wang!" Zhou Ze hugged him.

"Get lost." Uncle Wang smiled and pushed Zhou Ze away.

Looking at Uncle Wang leaving, Zhou Ze suddenly reacted: "That's not right, Uncle Wang, do you have money to give you a massage?"

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Wang had already left the office.

"Hey." Zhou Ze didn't care. He sat in front of the computer and began to study how to make videos.

About two hours later, Zhou Ze clicked the upload button on his computer.

"A medicinal meal to treat a girl's cold hands and feet." Zhou Ze nodded with satisfaction.

I remember that when Zhou Ze broadcast live for the first time, a girl with the ID name "Luoxue" asked this question.

Most girls probably have this problem of cold hands and feet.

Sure enough, as soon as this video was posted, it had 3,000 views.

Many of them are fans who have accumulated in the past.

"Daochang Zhou has posted a video! Come and watch!"

"Tch, didn't someone say that my Taoist priest Zhou doesn't have a license? He can't even get a license for cooking?!"

"Why is your Taoist priest Zhou? Taoist priest Zhou is obviously from my family!"

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Zhou Ze breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, now Lin Zhaoxue's 10,000 yuan can be paid back in a few days."

If Lin Muguang and Li Hui target Lin Zhaoxue because of this matter, then they will really become sinners...

Looking at the time, Zhou Ze's mind suddenly moved: "Master Dao, have you finished brewing the medicine?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you." Master Dao replied.

In the Taoist temple, Guo Dali stared at the medicine stove in front of him and fell asleep.

However, when he thought that if he insisted on drinking the medicine, he could erase the scars on his face, Guo Dali still forced his eyelids to open.

However, he did not notice that the last incense in the incense burner beside him was burned out.

"Ahem."

The Taoist master's voice sounded from the Taoist temple.

"Who!" Guo Dali was suddenly startled and looked around quickly.

The lights in the dilapidated Taoist temple were also dim, and Guo Dali couldn't help but touch his arm.

"Don't scare me! Come out and ask grandpa to punch you if you dare." Guo Dali shouted in all directions.

For a long time, there was no sound, and then Guo Dali felt relieved.

"I'm just saying...how can there be ghosts in this world..." Guo Dali comforted himself, and then added another fire to the stove.

"Alas..." Master Dao sighed.

"Who is it!" Guo Dali shouted.

"I told you, you brat, I've reminded you twice." Master Dao said helplessly, "Didn't you notice that all the incense was burned out?"

Guo Dali looked at the incense burner, and sure enough, all sixteen incense sticks were burned out.

"It's broken, it's broken. I almost missed the time." Guo Dali quickly picked up the medicine pot and filtered the medicine inside into the bowl.

Holding his nose, he swallowed the medicine in one breath.

"Hiccup...it's so painful..." Guo Dali said, sticking out his tongue.

"Good medicine tastes bitter." Dao Ye responded.

Guo Dali couldn't bear it any longer: "Where are you hiding? Come out quickly!"

"I was just ordered by the temple master to watch you drink the medicine. I saw you almost forgot to remind you just now." Master Dao's voice was colorless.

"It turns out he's from a Taoist temple... Then why don't you come out and let's meet..." Guo Dali said tentatively.

"To be precise, I'm already in front of you."

Guo Dali's mouth stiffened, and he barely managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Fellow Taoist, stop joking..."

The Taoist master began to joke with Guo Dali: "The Taoist temple is me, and the Taoist temple is not me... Then who am I..."

"ah!"

Guo Dali pushed open the door of the pharmacy and searched around the Taoist temple, but could not find the source of the sound.

"This kid... reacts about the same as Zhou Ze." Master Dao's voice finally revealed his happiness.

"Tai Shang Laojun... uh... Taoist Sanqing... I'm still a Taoist priest..." Guo Dali knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and said in a trembling voice: "Help me get rid of the ghosts!"

"Except you, uncle."

Master Dao stopped teasing Guo Dali.

"I am the Taoist Primordial Spirit..."