As for the letter sent by King Zhao Zheng of Qin, he silently put it in the drawer, intending to find a frame to frame it and place it on the bar as a decoration.

The customer can’t understand anything written in it!

At most, let’s be amazed: “Good ancient writing.”

As soon as Chen Han put the envelope into his pocket, Brother Long got up and came to Chen Han, took out a banknote, looked at him and said, "Please pay."

"Okay, brother." Chen Han smiled and checked out for money.

Brother Long took the initiative to talk when he was looking for change: "Do you like watching movies?"

"I like it very much." Chen Han smiled.

"Are Wu Jin's fans?"

"It's also your fan..." Chen Han said without any leakage and asked Brother Long. Brother Long took the money but did not rush to leave. Instead, he asked: "Oh? Then you don't look like you at all... And I always think you look familiar. Although I'm sure we must have never seen you, it's a bit like a hit at first sight. To be honest, I vaguely appreciate you. Maybe it's your life and mentality."

Brother Long looked around and finally smiled and said, "It's so enviable, young man."

"Haha." Chen Han smiled happily. He couldn't say that he had just fought with you as "Chen Guorong" some time ago, right?

I'm afraid that people will be regarded as crazy.

Seeing that Chen Han stopped answering, Brother Long turned around and left. As soon as he walked to the door, he had not opened it, he turned around and came back to him and said, "Don't you take a photo with me?"

"No need...you have a break early."

"Aren't you my fan?" Brother Long was a little unwilling.

"Uh..." Chen Han pointed to the time: "I'm going to close."

"Okay." Brother Long sighed, turned around and walked to the door, and suddenly turned back and said, "Then I'll take a photo with you?"

"Boss, you can't refuse me, do you?"

Brother Long said and laughed, but he didn't know why he suddenly became a little childish.

Chen Han had no choice but to shrugge his shoulders helplessly and said, "Come on."

"Click!" Then Brother Long took out his cell phone, stood in front of the bar and raised his cell phone. One of them was outside the bar and the other was in the bar, and he took a picture together.

Brother Long put away his cell phone with satisfaction and said, "I will come back if I have the chance. The coffee you made is delicious."

"Goodbye, welcome your next visit." Chen Han smiled slightly and watched Brother Long leave the cafe. Then he put away the light sign and closed and went home.

Before leaving, he casually stuffed the reply letter into the mailbox.

I don’t know if the letters that span thousands of years can be sent to the young man…

"Ding: Dear experience officer, after watching "My Father and Me. Riding the Wind", some clients are very interested in the cavalry regiment in the movie. I hope you can help him experience the feeling of controlling the wind."

"The customer also has a strong interest in the classic anti-Japanese war TV series "Bright Sword". Given the same background in the times, if you experience the official who enters the world of bright swords, you will receive a higher reward. Will you accept this mission?"

The next day, evening.

Chen Han asked Ajie to make drinks for the guests next to him. He stood alone in front of the pool, patiently urging the cup with his hands, and suddenly a system prompt sounded in his mind.

The strange guest last night did not leave any gifts. It was probably because Chen Han was not in good service. Haha, but Chen Han did not open the business to get something. He only regarded the strange guest as a guest. If the guest could leave a story in the cafe, a memory would be enough.

At this time, a system prompt is received.

He immediately agreed: "Accept the task."

"boom!"

At this time.

In the fifth year of King Zheng of Qin, Xianyang Palace, Zhangtai.

A boy wearing a black dragon pattern robe, a crown and a bun, crawled on the ground with long limbs buried deep in front of a cluster of tobacco praying secretly.

The spacious Zhangtai Palace was pitch black and dark, with a pre-Qin wizard wearing a beast robe and holding a human-headed magic weapon surrounding the torch and praying to the sky in the oldest way that has been passed down to this day in the Zhou Dynasty.

"Bang!"

At this time, thunder outside the palace was roaring, a strong wind whistled, and a bronze oil lamp fell to the ground, shaped like a dry bone, and the wizard with an old woman suddenly raised his magic weapon, stopped jumping, and said, "The sky has responded!!!"
Chapter completed!