Gu Xin trained several people for three days, and the few people learned it quickly, and they almost learned it.

Today is the day when the restaurant is opened. Isn’t there a Wangjiang Tower nearby? Gu Xin set up a Wangxian Tower for the restaurant.

This ancient heart of Wangxian Tower has modern technology. The ancient heart is pasted on the wall of the restaurant. The immortal is inside the white paper.

"You say it's Wangxian Tower here, where is this immortal?" said a man in his thirties, wearing silk and satin.

"Don't worry, everyone, have a meal first. The shop opens today and everything is 20% off." Song Jie said in a long robe.

"Since you don't have immortals, what's the name of Wangxian Tower? What's the 100% discount? I don't have enough money, so I want to see immortals." The man in his thirties continued.

"You don't have to worry, this master, the time is not right now. If you can't see the immortal today, you don't have to say tomorrow, and our store will be closed. What do you think?" Song Jie said,

Song Jie is smart and smart, and he looks smiling. No matter how you look at him, he will not offend others. Gu Xin was worried that Song Jie would not be able to keep the scene, but now it seems that worries are unnecessary.

"This is what you said, I am waiting here." The man sat down and said.

"There is someone who comes to serve the recipe for this master and asks him to wait while eating. By the way, he teaches this master how to eat hot pot." Song Jie said

"It's the shopkeeper," replied the waiter

The restaurant was full of people, everyone was eating hot pot, and the room was getting hotter and people were eating hot, as if they had forgotten the fact that they were looking at the immortals. Suddenly someone turned around and said, "Beautiful, really beautiful."

Everyone turned around and the white paper appeared on the surrounding walls, turning into paintings.

Each painting is different. There are immersive landscape paintings, withered vines lingering around old trees, strange flowers and plants, evergreen pine trees, unknown birds flying in the air, and it seems that you can hear the sound of birds singing.

There is also a landscape painting, with smoke and clouds scattering colors, and the sun and moon shining. Thousands of old cypresses are slowly green, and a fairy palace is hidden in it. There are two immortal cranes outside the door, and there are five-color clouds on their feathers.

The remaining two paintings are characters. On one painting, there are seven fairies wearing seven-colored clothes, picking peaches in a peach forest. There are strange flowers under the trees. They are not as beautiful as fairies, and they are shrouded in mist. They are like fairies who can walk out of the painting at any time and offer fairy peaches.

Another painting depicts an old man with white hair, fairy-like spirit, sitting among the clouds and mist, twenty or thirty fairy children walking below, listening.

Everyone looked at the paintings around, and seemed to have forgotten that they were here to have a meal, but to watch the paintings. Someone stood up and said, "It's indeed Wangxian Tower, the real fairyland."

"Please sit down, these four paintings are like tomorrow, and it will be another fairyland." Song Jie said

"Okay, I'm here tomorrow. You guys are good at hot pot. You have never tasted so delicious. You are really a god." The man who was just starting to speak said.

Gu Xin looked at the lively scene below and thought that the first shot of Wangxian Tower had started. I am afraid that the entire capital would know Wangxian Tower tomorrow.

The four Guxins used modern techniques, and the paintings were naturally not painted by Guxin, but by Heizi. Originally, Guxin wanted to find a painter, but Heizi recommended himself. Guxin did not expect that Heizi's painting skills were so great. Heizi thought that if one day they had no money, they would not starve to death when they went to sell paintings.

Heizi drew more than twenty pieces in three days and hung them up again every day. Because it was white paper, no one could see anything. Gu Xin tampered with ink, and whenever he encountered heat, it would appear. After it dries, the ink traces would disappear.

The guests had almost finished their meals. Someone turned around and found that the painting on it had also disappeared and turned into a piece of white paper. He said, "Look at it, this painting has turned into white paper again. It's amazing."
Chapter completed!