"Don't you think it's 'old and broken' over there and doesn't even have a parking space?" Yu Yan lowered his head and poked a piece of "Sweet and Sour Short Rib" with his chopsticks. He tried to take a bite. The bones were made of lotus root and the meat It is a soy product, soaked in plum juice, the taste is also strong and crisp, with moderate sweetness and sourness... But if you taste it carefully, I always feel that something is wrong.
Liu Zhongqi entered the top five in the grade for the first time in the first month of school, setting a new personal best score. Due to the lessons learned, Yu Lanchuan did not dare to send the bear child with a red envelope this time, so he took a weekend and took him out to celebrate - although Yu Lanchuan Don't understand what's there to celebrate, he never dropped to second place when he was in school himself.
He didn't have much to say about the middle-aged second disease in his youth, and didn't want to chat awkwardly, so he invited Yu Yan to accompany him, and asked the people's police to strengthen safety education for the little brat.
Yu Lanchuan asked his assistant to help him select and reserve the restaurant. He had never been there. When he came in, he saw that the restaurant was decorated in a very high style. The small table was surrounded by water systems, and there was dry ice hidden under the water. After the cycle, the white fog floated upwards from all directions, and people sitting in it felt like they were immortals coming to the Peach Fair.
As soon as I opened the menu, I realized that this is a vegan restaurant.
Yu Yan couldn't figure out how Mr. Yu usually held up in front of his colleagues. The assistant might think that he lived by eating flowers and drinking dew, and his shit smelled like Darjeeling black tea. Only this kind of immortal restaurant is worthy of the immortal President Yu.
"That's okay," Yu Lanchuan absently poked at the green plate, "It's close, I can just walk over to work. It's also convenient for Xiao Qi to go to school, and you don't need to take the subway."
"Let's go then! Don't say anything else, first you have a lot of rent left, more than 7,000 a month, who will give it to you? I don't have that much money in a month!" Yu Yan put on a dragon robe. Not like the prince, in the zen-like clouds and mountains, he spit out a mouthful of sayings, "Don't drive, will you save the parking space fee and oil money in the future? You can rent your car with the license plate and the car together. Going out is all extra money. Lord Lan, you need to be frugal to get rich!"
Yu Lanchuan regretted taking this man out to dinner, and was a little conspicuous.
He picked up the chopsticks and the abalone pretending to be king oyster mushroom: "It's not about moving a house, that house has a symbolic meaning, you don't understand, living in is equivalent to..."
"I understand," Yu Yan interrupted him, "the rules of your morals are that whose name is written on the real estate certificate, who will be the leader of the alliance in the future? Those who rely on martial arts, those who rely on intrigues and tricks, those who rely on self-control—you, Lan Ye, today, relying on the superiority of the house, is unprecedented and full of the breath of the times.”
Yu Lanchuan was too lazy to pay attention to him.
"The security of that area is also under our control. If anything happens in the future, I can hug the lord's thigh." Yu Yan glanced at Liu Zhongqi, who was drinking the soup seriously, and whispered in Yu Lanchuan's ear, "There is still a fellow living next door. Your unique beauty."
Yu Lanchuan: "Go away!"
Yu Yan reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Go, don't let down the trust of the older generation, Lord Lan."
"I'm so busy, I don't have time to get involved in their gossip," Yu Lanchuan avoided his paws in disgust, as if to show that he had nothing to do with the half-cent next door. He sat for a while, and said coldly, "I still can't, save myself the trouble..."
Before he could finish speaking, the phone suddenly rang. Yu Lanchuan looked a little unsightly when he saw the caller ID—the landlord called.
The landlord is not a cheerful person. It took a full five minutes to make a phone call, and the sticky voice lingered back and forth. Yu Yan finished his bowl of fake braised pork before he finished speaking.
"What's the matter?" Yu Yan stared at his face and shook his wit, "Isn't the rent going to increase?"
The immortal Yu Lanchuan put down the phone and swallowed the swear words in front of the minors.
Yu Yan pinched his fingers, vaguely remembering that Yu Lanchuan's rental contract was signed once a year, and it seemed that it was about to expire: "Bah, crow's mouth, Tong Yan Wuji... You won't really want to increase the rent, right?"
The voices of the two of them were very low, and the sound of water around them kept ringing. There was also a pipa player in the hall, so Liu Zhongqi didn't hear the brothers' discussion about "national economy and people's livelihood". The hero boy had already endured a meal, and finally put down the vegetable leaves and said to Yu Lanchuan, "Brother, I'm not full. I want to eat fried chicken chops, real chicken."
Yu Yan: "I want to eat it too, brother, I also want to eat mutton skewers, real sheep."
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
The day of June is the face of the landlord, if it changes, it will change.
Rising rents are like a tornado, always more sudden than love. The mighty rushed over, and rushed the foreign-style President Yu to the 110th courtyard.
Grandpa's house is well maintained, just cleaned and doesn't need to be redecorated.
At the end of the month, Yu Lanchuan gave up the struggle and moved in with a bag, which contained a drag oil bottle, classmate Liu Zhongqi.
Gan Qing heard Zhang Meizhen talk about the two young masters moving to the next door, but she was a small wage earner who was idle and started work slowly at ten o'clock in the morning, which did not overlap with those white-collar workers and high school students who looked like clockwork. She moved in next door for several days. She only heard the door slamming next door when she was having breakfast, but she never met anyone.
Before leaving get off work in the evening, she was nibbling on the corn that Boss Meng baked for her, while looking through the calendar on her mobile phone and worrying about it. There are four days before the salary is paid this month, and the expenses have not been calculated, and she has no money.
Gan Qing threw the cleaned corn cobs into the trash can: "Uncle Meng, lend me twenty yuan and pay you back with the salary."
Meng Tianyi heard it, came out muttering, wiped his hands on the apron, took out fifty dollars to stuff it to her, and scolded: "Why don't you have any money again? Eat two meals here, you will be charged 600 for rent, two pieces of ragged clothes all day long, and you don’t know how to dress up, where is your money? Where did it go?”
Gan Qing put away the fifty dollars, stretched out, and said informally, "I'm surprised too, show me on your back, is there a god of poverty possessed?"
Boss Meng slapped her angrily, but Gan Qing didn't even bother to hide.
In addition to eating and drinking, she is very stingy about her strength. She has the energy of hibernating and not waking up all year round. If she can save an action, she can save an action. She can turn her eyes without twisting her neck, and even nodding is easier than others. - When others nod, the chin shrank, and then returned to the original position. When she nodded, she lowered her head, and raised her head when she needed to look up.
Meng Tianyi sighed: "You're still young, how can you be so messed up, you have to think about the future? People still have to integrate into society and live!"
Gan Qing "snorted": "I was thinking about it."
"What do you think! Either you go to learn something, I heard that there is something... Is it an adult college entrance examination or a self-examination? You go to apply for one, anyway, it is a degree, and you don't want to study, just like your Uncle Meng, learn one. The craftsmanship can also make a living, I will pay you the tuition fee, and I will pay it back slowly in the future."
Gan Qing: "I'm good at craftsmanship. I can cook and help cook."
Meng Tianyi: "Fuck you! You can eat!"
Gan Qing smiled after listening, and the dead pig drank the ice-cold soda without fear of the boiling water, neither remorse for wasting time nor ashamed for mediocrity. (Note)
Her eye sockets are slightly deep, and her eyebrows are slightly "eyebrows", but when she laughs, her brows stretch, and the ends of her eyes are curved into crescents, which has a special sweetness.
Meng Tianyi said bitterly: "Even if you don't want to do anything, then you can clean up, marry someone, have a family, and live a good life, right?"
"Well, this is good," Gan Qing stretched out her thumb. "Look at me, who has grown into my virtue, do you want to make a fortune? From now on, I will lie at home every day, order two bottles of soda at a time, and drink it."
Meng Tianyi was a little furious: "If your master is alive..."
"Uncle Meng," the lazy smile on Gan Qing's face suddenly disappeared, "what are you talking about, where did I get my master?"
After she finished speaking, she threw the empty bottle behind her, and the glass bottle landed in a plastic basket one meter away with extreme accuracy, which happened to be stuck in an empty space, which was comparable to acrobatics. After throwing it, she turned and left.
"Gu'er, your master won't worry about you until he closes his eyes." Meng Tianyi said behind her, "I'm afraid of your temper! I'm afraid that if he is gone, no one can control you in the future, and no one will take care of you if you cause trouble. "
"I've been out of trouble for a long time." Gan Qing put her pocket in her pocket and looked back at Meng Tianyi. The street lamp dragged her long shadow behind her. She waved at Meng Tianyi, "I can't make trouble for a long time."
With the fifty yuan that Boss Meng lent her, she could afford pancakes for breakfast. Gan Qing, who had been eating steamed bread and pickles for three days, walked out of the back alley of the mud pond.
At this time, her phone vibrated a few times, Gan Qing picked it up, and a very weak female voice came from inside: "Hello... Yes, it's me."
Gan Qing, who was smiling with everyone, suddenly turned cold, and she said "um" indifferently.
"The money I paid for the last treatment for appendicitis was reimbursed. I... Did I go to the bank to call you, or... "
"No," Gan Qing said, "Keep it for yourself to pay the heating bill."
"Oh, that… "
Gan Qing interrupted her: "Is there anything else?"
"No, just this..."
"That's it, you can call me again if you have something to do." After Gan Qing finished speaking, she hung up the phone mercilessly, not at all worried that the other party would not be able to hang up... because she knew that the other party had no face.
She talked to customers in the store today about "mercurial retrograde" for a day, which may have been backfired, and she was unhappy with two people in a night. In October, Yanning's night wind was no longer comfortable, and it began to show a bit of a chilling omen. Gan Qing wrapped her sportswear jacket tightly, and turned her attention to the pancakes as much as possible. Can look forward to tomorrow.
Holding the spiritual pillar of "pancake", Gan Qing returned to the 110th courtyard. As soon as she went upstairs, she saw several familiar people blocking her door.
Gan Qing rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating about missing pancakes - those people stood clearly in two groups, one was "Shandong Pancake" on the north side of the road, and the other was "Jianbing Guozi" on the south side of the road. Yes, the two groups of people noisily blocked the leader of the alliance who had just gotten off work at the door of the house.
"Little Master Yu, you judge the reasoning, their Shandong gang first beat our people!"
"Who provoked first?"
"Who crossed the line first?"
"Going beyond your mother's realm, I'll have a net profit of over 10,000 yuan a month, and I need to fight with you poor people for land? You can spread your broken pancakes if you can, but you can't get out of here!"
Yu Lanchuan held his laptop and watched the two gangs with a monthly income of over 10,000 torn apart.
"You still dare to do it when you get here, don't you? Well, I'll accompany you!"
"No one will do business tomorrow. When will you make a black and white gesture!"
"Afraid of you?"
"Afraid of you!"
Gan Qing: "..."
No, no!
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Note: Don't regret for wasting your time, don't be ashamed for mediocrity - "How Steel Is Tempered"