Chapter 163
Chapter 163: How Was the Stone Ghost Mask Made?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Nüwa 1 When the three of them stepped through the door, the boss of Midnight Dining Hall, Tan Siming, was washing the dishes . The long knife scar on his face, along with his bitter and resentful expression, made him look extremely hideous under the dim light .
Although it wasn't time yet for customers to start coming in, he was already preparing for the midnight crowd .
The "Old Boys" sung by Tang Youning was playing on an obsolete and old-fashioned radio . In this day and age, radio stations were already no longer popular, but there were still people who clung to them .
Thus, although there weren't many radio stations around, there were still people running programs on air . Among them, big boss broadcaster Zhang Ye had to be mentioned . Not only had he majored in radio broadcasting, he was also a very well-known filmmaker, who had written his own biography, I Really Am a Superstar . The entire book was replete with all sorts of lyrics, poems and stories which carried a supercilious and boastful air .
As a veteran web novelist, Father Wang had classified this book as junk literature .
Boss Tan was still washing the dishes . When the three of them entered the shop, he almost reflexively pointed at the menu on the wall as he said lazily, "Hey, we just serve what's on the menu . But if you want to eat something else, I'll make it for you if I can . "
Unlike Wang Ling, this was Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu's first time here, after all, and after some thought, Song Qingshu felt it would be rude to act like they were interrogating a criminal from the very start before ordering something . So, he ordered three large bowls of lao tan pickled cabbage beef noodles and paid for them . It was twenty yuan for a large bowl, so sixty yuan for three .
Song Qingshu directly took out a one hundred-yuan note and told the boss to keep the change . . . the rich were so capricious!
Actually, during these two days, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had been treating Song Qingshu like a walking ATM . After selling off all his belongings from working for Mo Immortal Castle all these years, Song Qingshu now had so much money he didn't know what to do with it .
"Thank you very much . "
When the boss took the money, he finally raised his head for a look . When he noticed Wang Ling among the three of them, his expression suddenly changed . "Ah? Aren't you that thirty three yuan and seventy cents genius creator? "
Wang Ling: " . . . "
Boss Tan still remembered Wang Ling . After all, he had witnessed for himself how this man had peddled off this song "Old Boys," which had swept across Huaxiu nation . It was such a huge song now, when the melody and lyrics had been sold for just thirty three yuan and seventy cents, the price of two medium bowls of beef noodles .
"Boss, do you know my brother?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal asked as he stared at the boss .
"Previously, he and his father came here and ordered beef noodles . . . " replied Boss Tan .
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was stunned in his heart . Senior Wang had actually come here before! It seemed that this wasn't a simple shop!
" . . . This song 'Old Boys,' have you heard of it?"
Boss Tan thought for a while, then directly explained what had happened with this song .
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu were utterly stunned when they heard it .
"Brother Ling, you can also write songs?"
Wang Ling nodded without expression and shame . " . . . " Theoretically speaking, he was just a porter passing on songs .
Speaking of "Old Boys," Boss Tan's bitter and resentful face twisted even more . "Before Little Tang was popular, he used to visit my shop all the time . There was once a time when he depended on me for things so that he could live in the city . But now that he's popular, it's been a long time since he's come . . . "
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