"Say it again." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei looked at him, Jiang Kuo didn't see any anger on his face, and there was no other expression on his face.
"Say it again." Jiang Kuo said.
"...No." Duan Feifei said, a little unsure of what Jiang Kuo was thinking about, and felt that he was always on the verge of swaying over the matter of death.
"Quick." Jiang Kuo glanced at the people over there.
"It's just unhappy," Duan Feifei said, "It's just unhappy, unhappy, unhappy."
Jiang Kuo glanced at him.
Duan Feifei also looked at him.
"Yes, that's what it smells like," Jiang Kuo laughed and snapped his fingers, "Duan is very ordinary AKA Fan Ye."
"Then you just wanted to show Fan Jiabao's coffee shops a way out?" Duan Feifei asked with a smile.
"I don't know, I just want to know about his shops first," Jiang Kuo said in a low voice, "He is a real prodigal, the only thing that can guarantee money is to collect rent, all the coffee shops are paying, and once the rent is collected, go to the coffee In the store, eat, drink, play, gamble, how many demolition households return to extreme poverty after a few years of outbreaks, I have seen too many second-generation demolition when President Jiang bought land, the only thing he did right is to buy these facades And a house."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
"Of course, I don't have a strong position to say so, I don't make money, and I spend a lot of money..." Jiang Kuo said, "I just think others are okay, and it's not impossible to make friends and receive them in your social universe. "
"Listen to you," Duan Feifei laughed for a long time, and added after thinking about it, "Who said you can't make money? Aren't you making money now?"
"It's going to open tomorrow," Jiang Kuo rubbed his hands together, "I'm not worried about the uncle's side, the beef is very good, and I didn't worry about sales, just ours..."
"Don't think so much," said Duan Feifei, "I have experience with this. See if I'm worried, I'm not worried at all."
"Are you worried in your heart and won't tell me?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"I'm worried now that your expectations are too high and there will be a gap," Duan Feifei said, "Based on my more than ten years of experience in the beef ring..."
Jiang Kuo began to rejoice.
"At least I still understand the market situation. It is unlikely that it will explode from the beginning," Duan Feifei said, "but I don't worry about not being able to sell it."
"Okay, I believe you." Jiang Kuo nodded.
Jiang Kuo is indeed a little clueless. Although he was full of confidence in the early stage, he has done everything he can do, and he has done everything carefully, but after all, it is the first time to do business, and he is still 108,000 miles away from him. In the industry, he is really not sure what the effect will be.
It's just that he could see that Duan Feifei was still relaxed, a little excited and relaxed, a little different from his usual state of habitually hiding his emotions.
So Fan Ye said don't worry, then don't worry.
Big and small pigs usually don't spend too long to visit the store, in the form of vlog, a trip, a hangout.
This time, a lot of energy was spent on Niu Sandao, not only because they have a good relationship with Jiang, but also because they have never photographed this type of store, how can they make the delicate pig and Niu Sandao so simple The food is not hard to combine, and it takes a little thought.
Fan Jiabao was very active in making suggestions and participating in the script design. He provided a thousand ideas without eight hundred. After all of them were rejected, he sat on a chair in the store and sighed: "The world is not worth it."
"There is still a little reference value," Xiaozhu comforted him. "For example, you said to give up shooting forms like vlog, which actually gave me inspiration."
"Really?" Fanjia BMW asked.
"Really," said Big Pig, "it's kind of interesting to make a short film that's straight out of three swords."
Although it wasn't the reply given by Xiaozhu, and the big pig didn't say how to do it, Fan Jiabao was still very satisfied and began to close his eyes and rest. It is said that he started the rehearsal in his mind.
After tossing until dinner, everyone had a preliminary idea.
"After filming and opening tomorrow, you can make up other shots after closing at night," said Big Pig, "There are a lot of useful materials in the front, so it should be suitable to cut them out. Xiaozhu's account has never done this before, I feel It will work well.”
"Let's talk at night," Jiang Kuo looked at the time, "Let's have dinner first."
"I'm ready to eat," Fan Jiabao said, "what type do you want to eat?"
"It's lively." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo, this lively meal was not Jiang Kuo's style, it was probably for Jiang's sake. Jiang Liao couldn't see anything unusual, and she was a person who was very good at hiding her emotions, but she had been in the crowd today, which is probably why Jiang Kuo wanted to eat in a lively place.
Jiang Kuo is a careful person, although it is not easy to be noticed.
Fan Jiabao proposed to go to the night market in the old city, where there are all kinds of food, drink and entertainment, and there is no need to change places from now until midnight.
Duan Feifei entered the back kitchen, the old uncle came over in the afternoon, and the old aunt and old aunt are now standing in the back kitchen, looking around.
"Aren't you going to eat?" the old man said, "Why haven't you left yet?"
"I'll take you back by the way, we're done here, we'll just wait until tomorrow, right?" Duan Feifei said, "If you don't go to dinner with us, you won't be returning home?"
"Don't worry about us," the old aunt waved, "Let's go. Your uncle came here in a battery car, and you can ride back in a while."
"What are you looking at?" Duan Feifei asked with a smile, touching his uncle.
"I'm not used to it," the old uncle said with a smile. "The window is bright and clean, and it looks like someone else's shop."
"Nonsense." Duan Feifei said.
"It's very good," the old uncle touched the operating table. "It's very good, and this table is also good. Before doing anything, I bent over. This is comfortable."
"You won't need to make the sauced beef in the future. You will definitely have to invite someone later. You can just watch from the side." Duan Feifei said.
"Jiang Kuo and his sister are also very capable, but I don't understand what they are going to do, they are too advanced," the old aunt said, "but it will cost a lot of money to invite others?"
"No money," Duan Feifei said, "it's his sister's friend who came to help."
"Hello," the old man said, and took out his mobile phone, "I'll transfer some money to you, eat, bar, and have fun with others."
"No," Duan Feifei hurriedly held down his uncle's hand, "We have public funds."
"Nonsense, is the public money used for this!" said the old uncle.
"Public money to eat and drink?" said the old aunt.
Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing: "This is equivalent to advertising fees for others. Do you have to use public funds, and playing for one night is cheaper than advertising fees."
When leaving, Fan Jiabao gave the car keys to Duan Feifei: "You two drive my car."
"What about you?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"...Are you stupid?" Fan Jiabao said, "I'll go to their car."
"Are there any dramas and you just go up like this?" Jiang Kuo glanced at the car in front, "Is it a little embarrassing to be kicked off?"
"If I go to your sister's place, I might be kicked out," Fan Jiabao said, "I can chat with Xiaozhu very well!"
Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifei didn't speak, they looked at him together.
With Fan Jiabao's familiarity with him and his interest in Xiaozhu, even if Xiaozhu didn't say a word, he could still create a situation where he could talk happily.
"I'm not too shameless, after all, I still want shame," Fan Jiabao turned around and walked towards the car in front, turning his head and pointing at them, "There is another reason why you insist on telling me, you two, you two are on this day. Look at me, I look at you, I'll leave some space for you two, or I'm afraid you two will suffocate."
After he finished speaking, he squeezed onto Jiang and got into their off-road vehicle.
"Fuck." Duan Feifei sighed, opened the door and got into the car.
"Did you see me?" Jiang Kuo asked as he sat in the co-pilot.
"Look," Duan Feifei said, "I've watched everyone more than once, shot back and forth, and it took the longest time to scan you... Did you look at me?"
"I mainly have nothing to do," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll see you relieve the boredom."
Duan Feifei smiled and clicked his tongue, and started the car.
"Are you tired?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"It's alright," Duan Feifei said. "They're tired, so I'll move things and help lift the shelves."
"I'm a little tired without doing anything," Jiang Kuo said.
"You are habitually tired. Seeing people other than ten acquaintances around you is considered a major labor," Duan Feifei said. "It would be exhausting to let you speak on the spot."
"No damage." Jiang Kuo laughed.
"Actually, Jiang Liao has a similar personality to you," Duan Feifei said. "I don't like to talk to people very much. I travel alone or something."
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "but she has more friends than me and can get along with people better than me."
"She..." Duan Feifei was not too sure if he could ask this question, but after having this "deal" with President Jiang, he subconsciously wanted to know more about the people around Jiang Kuo.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo turned to look at him.
"Does she have some psychological problems?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Yes," Jiang Kuo answered naturally without any resistance to this question, "Depression should have been serious when she was in junior high school, but she has always been quite independent, and she doesn't like to talk about anything, so We didn't find out, only when she had a big attack did she know that President Jiang was about to hang himself, and it has been good and bad for the past few years."
"Ah..." Duan Feifei looked at the car in front of him and sighed softly, "That's it."
"Speaking of President Jiang hanging... Did he transfer money to you?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Mr. Jiang didn't hang himself," Duan Feifei took out his phone, unlocked it and looked at the red light, "I didn't even bother to look at my phone today..."
Duan Feifei's mobile phone desktop and lock screen are still familiar photos. Jiang Kuo saw it, and he could instantly recall the scene where Duan Feifei was tortured to extract a confession in the hotel.
The taste is indescribable, like something that happened a long time ago, I don't know why it is a little strange.
But now when I recall the excitement and happiness at that time, I feel a vague sense of unease. Jiang Kuo doesn't know if this is a feeling that was ignored at the time, or because he is worried about himself at that time when he looks back today.
"Isn't it a bit..." Duan Feifei handed the phone to him, "Too rich?"
Jiang Kuo glanced at the screen, and President Jiang transferred 50,000 yuan to Duan Feifei.
"Almost," Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue. "He gave me a car worth hundreds of thousands in order to have the cannons here to monitor me well."
"Cannon is a long-term job," said Duan Feifei, "I did it overnight."
"If you think beautifully, overnight," Jiang Kuo said, "he will definitely have other things to look for you later, as long as he can think of what he wants you to do, he will look for you, and giving you this money is to let you arrive when the time comes. I can't refuse him."
"So..." Duan Feifei didn't know what to say for a while.
"Yes, it's such an old trickster and slippery," Jiang Kuo said, "I will let you taste the sweetness and be soft on others, and then sigh, Mr. Jiang is so kind, generous, and interesting, and I will help you talk in the future!"
Duan Feifei made him laugh: "You learned a lot alike."
"Nonsense has known him for so many years, watching him grow up," Jiang Kuo said, "Old fox."
Duan Feifan smiled and didn't speak again. Jiang Kuo knew President Jiang, and what he said was right. This is probably President Jiang's behavior, but from Duan Feifan's point of view, there is another layer that may only be clear to him.
President Jiang may not really have anything to look for him. In a sense, the money is for him and Jiang Kuo's shop.
He and Jiang Kuo's investment in money must not be equal, and someone like him who is "a little too good" may choose to compromise with Jiang Kuo on key issues because of this. This is what President Jiang is worried about. of.
what.
President Jiang, do you think my analysis is correct
Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo.
"The light is green." Jiang Kuo reminded him.
Duan Feifei smiled, stepped on the accelerator and followed the car in front.
The night market in the old city is very lively, and it enters a noisy and happy atmosphere from dinner time.
The hot pot restaurant that Fan Jiabao took everyone to, the business was so good that there was no room to sit in the store, and the sheds outside were full. Because Fan Jiabao was a regular customer, the boss forced a few tables of customers who were enjoying themselves to eat up, in the middle They were crowded into another table, and they all huddled together happily amid all kinds of complaints.
"It's like running into a porridge shop when your mother escapes," Fan Jiabao said, "but please bear with me, the bottom of his pot is really delicious."
"I think it's very interesting," Xiaozhu held up the selfie stick all the way, "I'm going to live here tomorrow, I really like this kind of fireworks."
Fan Jiabao immediately sat up straight, as if he wanted to say something, but after a moment of hesitation, he collapsed back into the chair and leaned back.
For some reason, Duan Feifei suddenly felt a little emotional when he saw his state, and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Kuo.
Jiang Kuo turned around at the same time as him.
"What?" Duan Feifei smiled.
"No." Jiang Kuo also laughed.
This hot pot is really delicious, and the picky like Jiang Kuo also tastes delicious.
Duan Feifei felt that he should eat very well, but why should he? He felt that he didn't eat a lot, and his stomach didn't even bulge, but he felt like he had at least a glass of wine.
It is very similar to the symptoms of cerebral ischemia after eating too much.
But when everyone walked around the night market after dinner, Duan Feifei was sure that he was a little uncomfortable and dizzy.
After all, I didn't sleep last night, I was busy for another day today, and I was frightened by insulting President Jiang in the morning.
He originally wanted to tell Jiang Kuo, but Jiang Kuo seemed to be in good spirits, everyone was talking and laughing, and he didn't hide when Xiao Zhu's camera caught him.
So he didn't speak.
In fact, according to his previous habits, he would never have the idea of telling Jiang Kuo.
There are some contradictions at the moment, because I don't want to affect Jiang Kuo's mood, I choose not to say it, but I hope Jiang Kuo will notice.
Jiang Kuo, look at me.
"Can this bead be strung on your compass sign as a sling?" Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, holding a string of transparent beads in his hand.
"No." Duan Feifei said.
"Why?" Jiang Kuo said, "It's beautiful and cheap."
Duan Feifei sighed, took the beads in his hand and put them back.
"Why?" Jiang Kuo insisted.
"Because it's not worth ten yuan," said Duan Feifei, "and if you take it back in a while, you'll find that it's just a string of plastic beads without the lamp. If you really think about it, go to the gate of Dongbianqiao Primary School. The grocery store, one dollar a piece, ten dollars can match a half rainbow."
"Come on." Jiang Kuo said.
"You still need to practice, young master." Duan Feifei said with a smile.
After walking with a group of people for a while, Jiang Kuo leaned closer to his ear and asked softly, "Duan Feihan, are you uncomfortable?"
"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned his head and glanced at Jiang Kuo calmly.
Inwardly turbulent.
"Really?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Well," Duan Feifei replied, "a little dizzy."
"You didn't sleep, okay?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Maybe." Duan Feifei said, "I don't usually sleep well at night, so I can make up for it during class, and I won't be in class today."
"How about..." Jiang Kuo glanced at the person in front of him, "Go back first?"
"...No, no, no," Duan Feifei said quickly, this decision was a bit beyond expectations, "It will be better if you walk for a while."
"Okay," Jiang Kuo said. "If you're still uncomfortable, just say it. You won't go to the bar later. You can take a taxi and go back first, and I'll just socialize."
"...Ah?" Duan Feifei was stunned.
do not! Do not!
He originally thought that Jiang Kuo said to go back first, referring to the two of them together.
But Jiang Kuo should have stayed. Jiang Leo brought the National People's Congress all the way here to help. They didn't accompany them last night. If they were going to leave together again today, they threw them to Fan Jiabao. Too much.
"No," Duan Feifei replied resolutely, "It's fine."
Fortunately, everyone was a little tired after the end of the day. After visiting the night market, they decided to go back to the hotel to rest. Tomorrow morning, they will have class, and they will open in the afternoon, so they have to be busy for another day.
The opening time was calculated by the old uncle, and Duan Feifei felt that the old uncle probably calculated it himself, because he and Jiang Kuo had no class in the afternoon.
Before getting in the car and going back to the hotel, Jiang Kuo and Jiang Liao stood on the side of the road and chatted for a while. The big and small pigs should know about Jiang Liao, and they all stood by the car without urging them. Fan Jiabao was also very knowledgeable. ask.
"When the people from your side come over tomorrow, let them stay in my shop first," Fan Jiabao leaned against the door. "Let the beard take him there, he knows him."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, "Thanks."
"Don't say that," Fan Jiabao said, "just don't push me when I need help in the future."
"As long as it's not an outrageous thing, it's fine," Duan Feifei said.
"Fuck," Fan Jiabao laughed, "it's so fucking rigorous."
After chatting with Jiang Kuo, Jiang Liao looked okay, stretched out, greeted a few of them, and got into the car.
Fan Jiabao drove Duan Feifei and Jiang Kuo back to school.
Everyone has gone back to school today, the lights in the dormitory are on, and many people are still not sleeping at this time, and various movements can be heard outside the building.
This kind of environment that used to make Jiang Kuo irritable, now makes him feel very kind.
Duan Feifei packed some unfinished hot dishes and gave them to Uncle Zhao.
"In a while?" Uncle Zhao asked.
"Not today," Duan Feifei whispered, "I'm almost sleepy, I'll accompany you for a drink tomorrow night."
"Okay," Uncle Zhao said with a smile, "go and rest."
At the door of 107, Duan Feifei stopped and looked at Jiang Kuo.
"Hurry up and sleep," Jiang Kuo said. "If you can't do it tomorrow, you won't go to the first class. I'll name you."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei took out the key.
"Good night." Jiang Kuo said.
"Good night." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo stood still, looked at him, then turned around and walked in after a while.
Duan Feifei took the key and twisted it. After the door opened, he did not go in, but turned to look at Jiang Kuo.
"Jiang Kuo." He called out.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo turned his head.
"You..." Duan Feifei hesitated for two seconds, "stay with me for a while, I'm so dizzy, I feel like vomiting."