Gan Qing: "What happened to Ling Zun?"
Yang Yifan replied, "Finally, I was willing to go to work. The trustee found a job and opened the elevator in this building."
Gan Qing: "Open... what?"
Yang Yifan said: "Oh, you don't know. In the early years, there were not many residential buildings with elevators. Although this building is old and young now, it was relatively fashionable back then, and many people were not used to this stuff, so the neighborhood committee paid for it. Arrange someone in the elevator to open and close the door and press the floor. No one does that anymore.”
"Every day from six in the morning to twelve in the evening, he would sit on a small table and a small bench, make a pot of tea, and chat with anyone who came up. This work can be done as long as you know numbers, and it doesn't require any skills or no skills. You need to work hard. A big man, with a family and a family, his monthly salary is always in line with the minimum wage, and the little money he earns is not enough for him to buy home remedies. But anyway, this is also a serious job, and it is more leisurely than idle all day. It's much better to fool around with those fox friends."
Yang Yifan turned the phone in his hand, it was a pair of hands with no barbs, and it was very carefully maintained, with a well-balanced and pampered appearance: "I wrote in my diary when I was young that I was grateful to your master, but unfortunately The thing is, that diary was discovered by my dad."
Gan Qing was taken aback.
Yang Yifan did not go on, but at this moment, someone in her fast-scrolling group poked her privately to send a voice. With Gan Qing's ear, even with a normal cell phone that doesn't leak sound, when someone calls in a room, she can hear what the person on the phone is saying, so she grabs a handful of toffee and prepares to go back to the house to avoid it.
"It's alright," Yang Yifan waved his hand, "It's not a business for a European purchasing agent."
After she finished speaking, she just clicked on the voice to listen.
"Dear, Happy New Year!" A very sweet female voice came from the phone. As soon as she heard this tone, Gan Qing knew that she must be traveling with her, except for the sellers, no one said that, "The bag that went crazy last time was out of stock. The bag has finally been found for you, and there are discounts, so I’m not happy! You can give yourself a New Year’s gift!”
Yang Yifan's expression was a little dazed, he probably didn't remember which one he wanted.
The other party sent a series of pictures "ding ding dong dong" and said, "I will give you a quotation, the purchasing fee will be calculated according to the old rules, and you will be given discounts for regular customers. Hurry up and send me the color and model you like, baby. .I must make you carry it out on the first day after the Spring Festival holiday."
After Gan Qing listened to it, she got goosebumps all over, thinking about going back and trying to develop customers into "babies".
Yang Yifan flipped through the pictures, shared the screen of his mobile phone with Gan Qing, and asked her, "It's okay, isn't it?"
"Also..." Before Gan Qing could see whether the bag was round or flat, she read the quotation sent by the purchasing agent and almost bit her tongue. Before she could finish counting the number of zeros that followed, the information was swiped up. Now, she didn't dare to make rash comments - it was suspected of despising the RMB.
Just listened to Yang Yifan's understatement answering the message: "Black and yellow don't want, the other one is the same, I'll transfer the deposit to you?"
Gan Qing: "..."
She felt that she could go out and brag in the future, after all, she was a neighbor who lived with local tyrants.
"I'm sorry, dear," the purchasing agent said softly, "now the more expensive purchasing agents on my side have received the full payment. We have known each other for so long, so we should still be able to trust me, right? Except for you now. I won't take orders from old friends anymore."
"Okay," Yang Yifan was wealthy and didn't care, "Why did you start collecting the full amount at one time?"
"Hey, it's actually Coco," the purchasing agent hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but say, "I helped her bring a pair of boots from Italy before. It's been a few months since I sent it, and half of the balance is left, and I haven't gotten it yet. Call me. Maybe there is a problem with the courier? But I can't send her a message, I can't get through on the phone, and I can't get in touch now... Alas, I'm not complaining to you, everyone has known each other for so long, a pair of shoes That's it, it doesn't matter if I send her. I'm just a little worried about her, you seem to have a good relationship with her, just remind me when you see her after the new year. "
Yang Yifan raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "Which Coco?"
Across the oceans, you can hear the daigou laughing wildly: "How big is your harem, oh my god! I admire your ruthless and unscrupulous sample - on New Year's Day... New Year's Eve and eat steak with you come."
Yang Yifan was even more inexplicable: "My company's annual meeting on New Year's Eve, the skirt was too tight and I didn't eat enough, so I made up a late-night snack and ate it myself."
The purchasing agent was silent for a while, and then sent a screenshot of the circle of friends.
The photos above Yang Yifan looked familiar, she took a closer look - this is a photo she took by herself!
On New Year's Eve, she was bored while waiting for the dishes. She took a few night scenes of the restaurant. Someone took them and cut off the watermark, adjusted the angle of the photos a little bit, and added the text - "Make an appointment".
The daigou said: "Uh... She posted the picture with you about ten minutes later. I saw that you two seemed to be in the same place, so I left her a message and asked her if she saw you. She said it was an appointment with a 'good sister'. of."
Yang Yifan: "..."
Daigou: "And Christmas, she also sent your car. Uh... this is embarrassing. I always thought you two were on good terms... so don't you know?"
Yang Yifan: "Who is this person?"
Yang Yifan's WeChat address book is too long to read, and there is a group of idle people waiting - after all, this is an era when shop assistants are chasing after buying a bottle of facial oil and adding WeChat. The posts in her circle of friends are basically all about eating, drinking and having fun, nothing serious, so it is visible to everyone, not in groups. After searching for a long time, I found this "Coco" account, but I can't remember where I added this person, the other party's The circle of friends obviously blocked her, and she could only see a few groups of selfies with their heads raised and pouted.
"Is there still such an actress!" Daigou was so shocked that he forgot to pinch his throat, and issued a string of very rough and bold mezzo-soprano, "She is still in the goddess group, hey, no, I'm going. Hang her in the group!"
Because of this episode, Yang Yifan's group set off a bloody swipe.
"Laughing, I met on the app for planting grass and selling goods," Yang Yifan said, "there are all kinds of strange flowers."
Gan Qing let out an "ah", with a dazed expression.
"If you just bought something, just take a picture and show it off. Then everyone is sour and praising each other. Everyone in the group knows what to do, and it's more efficient to be vain." Are you crazy for tens of thousands of dollars to buy a pocket?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the voice of Uncle Yang from the living room: "Isn't it enough to have a pocket to put things in? She also changes it every day! How much does pork cost per pound? Well, stew pork ribs every day, enough to cook several times. It's been a year! A pocket! Alas! Maybe it's a national treasure?"
Yu Lanchuan silently retracted the chopsticks that were reaching for the ribs.
Yang Yifan: "Grandpa, I beg you, can you not say the word 'Douzi'?"
Uncle Yang: "Isn't that just a pocket!"
Yang Yifan: "..."
Uncle Yang said earnestly: "Whether you have money or not, you have to live according to your life. You can make money today, but you can't make it tomorrow? Come on! When I was your age..."
The 90-year-old grandfather started a century-long remembrance of bitterness and sweetness, and the memories of the younger generation gave him a splitting headache.
Only Gan Qing steadily moved back to the sofa and sat down. While practicing cutting apples with her right hand, she occasionally interjected in the voice of Uncle Yang. There was one thing that didn't match, so that Gang Leader Yang would not sing a one-man show.
She can write with her right hand, but she doesn't seem to be out of shape at ordinary times, except that she can't hold heavy objects. After a long time, her hands will tremble, and her hands will tremble when she is concentrating. The apple is cut deep and shallow, with Yu Lanchuan beside her. Looking terrified.
Uncle Yang: "...Really, Xiaochuan?"
"Huh?" Yu Lanchuan stared at the knife in Gan Qing's hand, didn't hear the previous article at all, and said casually, "That's right."
I saw Gan Qing's hand trembling, the blade slipped half an inch forward, and went directly to the tiger's mouth on the other hand.
Yu Lanchuan was even more nervous than the parties involved, so he grabbed Gan Qing's wrist and pulled over to look at it. Fortunately, Uncle Yang's knife was dull and not broken, only a white spot was poked.
"That knife is fine," said Uncle Yang. "Last time, Fanfan didn't cut his hand when he held it upside down."
Zhang Meizhen crossed Erlang's legs and hummed beside her.
Gan Qing raised her eyes inexplicably and glanced at Yu Lanchuan. Yu Lanchuan threw her wrist back as if he had touched the switch: "There is still such a knife for the disabled now?"
"How do you talk?" Uncle Yang patted Yu Lanchuan and looked at Gan Qing's right hand, "Girl, you've been doing this for a long time, have you seen someone? I know a few people who look at this kind of injury. doctor."
"It's okay." Gan Qing changed the knife to his left hand, and suddenly, the apple peel seemed to fall off automatically and rolled down smoothly, "It doesn't matter."
"If you do something delicate in the future, it's still inconvenient to use one hand," said Uncle Yang. "Are you still working as a waiter in Tianyi's store? Waiters can't work for the rest of their lives. What are your plans for next year?"
Gan Qing smiled and said, "Let's talk about it, anyway, I'm eating enough for my family, and I'm not hungry, and I didn't buy it... For the needs of the 'pocket', earning a little money is enough."
Old Yang managed to catch a little kid who was willing to listen to him, but of course he wouldn't let her go easily, he was very dissatisfied with such a perfunctory answer: "You have to plan, save yourself a little more capital while you are young - I see you do it. Rice is very good, and your master was also…”
Gan Qing's brows twitched slightly, she didn't want to talk about this topic with the old man, so she started a conversation that the other party didn't want to talk about, and wanted to end the conversation.
She asked, "Wei Xiao injured your son's bones and bones and ruined his martial arts. Do you not hold grudges for so many years?"
Old Yang was stunned, but at this moment, Zhang Meizhen next to him sneered: "If you don't teach him, it's his father's fault, that kid deserves it. It should be abolished long ago!"
Gan Qing didn't expect this incident to be more insider than she imagined, so she looked at this and then at that: "Uh..."
Zhang Meizhen stood up involuntarily and picked up her jacket: "I'm sleepy, so I went to sleep."
Lao Yang opened his mouth and seemed to want to keep him, but Zhang Meizhen avoided his hand and walked away.
Gan Qing: "Did I mention something that shouldn't be mentioned?"
Uncle Yang, who had been chattering all night, shook his head, hunched over the sofa, and fell silent.
Gan Qing casually stuffed the peeled apple into Yu Lanchuan: "I'll go up and see Sister Meizhen."
When she walked to the door, the old uncle Yang behind her suddenly said inaudibly, "I said Fanfan, it's not that she spends money and ruins her family, money is something outside her body, and what is it that people spend and earn by themselves... I'm afraid She was drowning in it, and like her father, she was fascinated by floating dust."
Maybe it was because the silhouette of the old man sitting on the sofa was too lonely. For some reason, Gan Qing felt that his last sentence was a bit ominous.
Teacher Mengmeng has been immersed in metaphysics all day, which may have really nurtured a little sixth sense.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, a word appeared on the hot search without warning - "Yanning Feast".
People all over the country lay corpses doing nothing during the long Spring Festival holiday. When they received this melon, they hurriedly stretched out their hands and planned to eat it. Gan Qing also clicked and opened a post, and glanced at it ten lines at a time. The general idea is that some wealthy people in Yanning don’t do good things by gathering in the name of a private cocktail party, which involves some social celebrities such as a certain president, a certain son, and a lot of indecent photos and videos — all of which have been given to harmony. , but the masses can imagine for themselves.
The photos and videos came from a girl who was fishing for gold. Now this person has disappeared and the family has reported the case.
The photo of the missing girl is posted at the end of the article, and the mosaic is viciously thin.
Gan Qing ate half of the melon and got stuck by the melon seeds - this seems to be the "Coco" she saw on Yang Yifan's mobile phone on New Year's Day.