Chapter 89

"We will talk about Er Yuehong's affairs in detail when we start talking about the Upper Three Sects; I won't mention it in detail here."

"You all only need to know that Er Yuehong's wife contracted a serious illness."

"Er Yuehong tried his best to save her, but couldn't keep his wife's life."

Hearing this, Yin Nanfeng sighed.

Anyone who has heard about Er Yuehong and his wife, Ya Tou, would feel regret.

Zhang Qishan's expression was a bit awkward.

This part was the main reason for the rift between Grand General Zhang and Er Yuehong.

Ya Tou's death could be said to be Grand General Zhang's responsibility.

Although Er Yuehong had let it go later, the sudden mention of this past event still made Zhang Qishan feel uncomfortable.

Yin Nanfeng saw this and continued: "How long has it been since the General and the Second Master passed away? They have both reconciled, yet you are the one feeling awkward."

Zhang Qishan didn't speak, but Yin Nanfeng knew what he was thinking.

She said with a slightly teasing tone: "Are you feeling nervous?"

Zhang Qishan frowned and denied it: "He is talking about Chen Pi Ah Si; why would I be nervous?"

Yin Nanfeng smiled and said indifferently: "You are nervous because you are afraid this storyteller will reveal the grudge between Grand General Zhang and the Second Master."

"Letting the world know that the Second Master's wife died because Grand General Zhang refused to save her!"

Hearing Yin Nanfeng speak so bluntly, Zhang Qishan did not refute.

Having lived for so long, he was also trying to integrate into this world.

Now the internet is developed, and everyone can speak out.

When Zhang Lin first started storytelling, Zhang Qishan actually didn't take it to heart.

But once the story of Hei Bei Lao Liu came out, Zhang Lin's storytelling became popular all over the internet.

Everyone was talking about the Laojiu Sect, and everyone wanted to see what kind of people the Upper Three Sects were!

Before this, Grand General Zhang was a god in Zhang Qishan's heart.

But now, seeing Hei Bei Lao Liu become so popular, with the whole internet discussing him and commenting on him.

Zhang Qishan was suddenly a bit afraid; he was afraid that the General would be discussed by the whole internet because of certain things!

The General not saving Er Yuehong's wife had his reasons!

It's just that he didn't know if this reason could be understood by the world?

Seeing Zhang Qishan struggling, Yin Nanfeng sneered.

Then she said: "You really like to worry about unnecessary things."

"My Yin family of the Crescent Hotel doesn't really look up to your Laojiu Sect either."

"The only one who could be accepted by the Yin family is Grand General Zhang alone!"

"When the General was alive, he was a true hero who didn't care about trifles."

"How did it become so petty when it reached you?"

"If the General and his wife, my aunt Yin Xinyue, were still alive, do you think they would care about other people's opinions?"

"Everyone comes to listen to stories, but who knows that every word and sentence is about the people in the story, the lives they truly experienced."

"No one can point fingers at the people involved, because they are just onlookers!"

I have to say, the women of the Yin family are very extraordinary.

Yin Xinyue back then was like this, and Yin Nanfeng now is also like this.

Independent thinking, beautiful appearance; the women of the Yin family are definitely not vase-like existences!

After Yin Nanfeng finished speaking, she added: "I quite like this storyteller."

"The temple of Sanqing Garden is too small; I plan to invite him to tell stories at the Crescent Hotel!"

This remark surprised Zhang Qishan a bit.

Although the Crescent Hotel is old-fashioned and has an opera stage, it only invites famous actors to perform.

The Crescent Hotel's customer base is special, all of them either rich or noble.

Among these people, the elderly make up a large portion.

Whether they are family heads or big shots in the Beijing antique world, they all retain old hobbies and like to drink tea and listen to opera when they have nothing to do.

People who can have a private box at the Crescent Hotel all year round like this sense of tranquility.

Because the Crescent Hotel is membership-based and requires a referral to join.

People who can enter here are not ordinary!

The strength and financial resources of the Crescent Hotel are still a mystery to this day.

Even Zhang Qishan doesn't know how rich the Crescent Hotel is!

As the head of this generation of the Crescent Hotel, Yin Nanfeng naturally has high standards.

But now she wants to invite Zhang Lin to tell stories at the Crescent Hotel; it shows how much attraction Zhang Lin's content has for Yin Nanfeng!

Zhang Qishan also lives at the Crescent Hotel now, and seeing this, he could only say: "You better think it through."

"This storyteller is definitely not an ordinary person; don't let it end up being easy to invite a god but hard to send him away."

Yin Nanfeng giggled.

"The signboard of my Crescent Hotel is standing right there; whoever doesn't have eyes and wants to challenge it can come and try."

Zhang Qishan knew Yin Nanfeng had the confidence to say this.

The Laojiu Sect is now scattered, only the Crescent Hotel remains prosperous and never declines!

Their discussion did not affect Zhang Lin's storytelling.

At this time, he heard him say: "The four extermination cases in Changsha City back then are still deeply engraved in everyone's hearts."

"Er Yuehong's wife died of a serious illness, but Chen Pi Ah Si blamed the cause of Ya Tou's death on the medicine merchants who refused to sell medicine to Er Yuehong and the vendors at the South River Beach."

"Within just one week, the four medicine merchants of Old Changsha, totaling one hundred and twenty people, were all decapitated."

"And at the South River Beach, on a rainy night, when Ya Tou was dying, Er Yuehong took Ya Tou and wanted to eat one last bowl of noodle soup."

"The vendor looked at the mad Er Yuehong, felt fear in his heart, and drove them away one after another."

"Half a year later, also on a rainy night, the vendors at the South River Beach were slaughtered along the way, and the blood washed into the river, dyeing the entire river embankment red!"

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