Duan Feifei felt that it was too early to hang up the shoehorn.
Duan Yingjie spends about half of his life taking Duan Xiaohao around the world, and half the time he transforms inside, and the people he has come into contact with are similar to him...
In many things, his ideas and bottom lines are different from ordinary people.
Now that this is said, he can't judge whether it's suitable or not, or he won't judge at all, just say it if you want, if it's suitable, it's suitable, if it's not suitable, you can just quarrel with me or call.
After all, when he heard that Duan Feifei had a rich friend, he also hoped that Duan Feifei could make this friend, and hoped that his son would have such a rich friend who could help him when he couldn't help him.
Although it wasn't his intention.
Duan Feifei's loud shout made Dad probably realize the trick of this sentence at this moment, and immediately squeezed past him quickly and opened the door to prepare to go out.
Duan Feifei stopped him with his elbow, and kicked the door that had been opened again.
Dad took the shoehorn from the wall without hesitation.
And took two steps back.
"I can just stretch out your hand and give you that thing," Duan Feifei looked at him, "You didn't beat me with it, and I don't have PTSD for this thing..."
"Stainless steel." Dad tapped his shoehorn against the wall twice.
"Same," said Duan Feifei, "I twist that stainless steel into a twist with one hand."
Dad glanced at the shoehorn in his hand, and sighed, "It's really up to me to brag."
Duan Feifei did not speak.
Dad stopped for a while and asked again, "What the fuck?"
"Dad," Duan Feifei looked at him, "you have to say that in Jiang Kuo's face, he can fight with you immediately, and you will definitely not be able to beat him."
"Hey, I'm not going to say it in front of him," Dad smiled awkwardly, "I just... I don't know what to say at the moment... I can't tell."
Duan Feifei sighed lightly.
"Your mother told me to leave it alone, I don't care," Dad said. "She said that if you talk about a boy in the future, it's like talking about a girl with other boys, and I don't care."
"Can't you accept that I talked about a kid?" Duan Feifei asked.
Dad didn't speak.
"Do you think it would be better for you to accept me for money?" Duan Feifei asked again.
"Fuck your ass!" Dad didn't even think about it, "I said... but it didn't mean that!"
Duan Feifei smiled.
"I'm… uncomfortable," Dad sighed again, "but if you're doing it for the money, I can beat you up, if it's not for the money… your mother said you can't control it."
"I quite listen to your ex-wife." Duan Feifei said.
"After all, she's been outside all the time, and she's always been a person who likes to think about new things," Dad said. "There are some things that are right to her. I'm smeared in my eyes now."
"Dad," Duan Feifei felt a little distressed and lowered his voice, "Jiang Kuo is very nice."
"You can see," Dad said, "a child who doesn't care."
That's a bit of a heart, after all, his father is an old fox.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, and moved out of Jiang Kuo in time to convince his father, "This online store was what he wanted to do in the first place. It just so happened that you could help us when you came out."
Dad looked at him and said nothing.
"He paid a lot of money," Duan Feifei said. "In the early days, it was also his friend, Yang Ke, who ran down. Now if we want to expand, we have to do more."
"Got it." Dad muttered.
"Everyone knows you are my dad," Duan Feifei said, "I am your son."
Dad turned his head away.
"What kind of person I am is because of what kind of person you are." Duan Feifei said.
"The third child taught well." Dad's words were slightly nasal.
"The third child is your younger brother," Duan Feifei said, "you are brothers."
"Let's go." Dad quickly walked to the door, hung the shoehorn back on the wall, opened the door and walked out.
Duan Feifei followed behind him. While waiting for the elevator, Dad was speechless. After entering the elevator, he asked, "Can you really twist that stainless steel into a twist?"
"No." Duan Feifei said, "but as long as I say it with certainty, you may believe it."
"...Fuck," Dad said. "I'm not that confident when I'm bragging."
"I learned from Jiang Kuo." Duan Feifei said.
"Is he still bragging?" Dad was stunned, "I can't see it."
"He can speak harshly," Duan Feifei said. "When school started, he told that idiot Lu Haobo, I can make you unable to get along in this city... It's as if it's true, I almost I believe it."
Dad paused for two seconds, then laughed for a long time: "That's because people are really rich."
"So I have to combine myself," said Duan Feifei, "I said I could twist it into a twist, but I didn't say I could eat it."
Dad just stopped laughing, but when he heard this, he laughed again: "Stupid."
"Talk to your son a little bit more restrained." Duan Feifei said.
"Can't say this?" Dad glanced at him, "I talked to you like this when you were born."
"Yes." Duan Feihan clicked his tongue.
"I may not have noticed many things," Dad said in a low voice, looking at the numbers displayed on the elevator floor, "After all, ten years, I missed too much."
"With me." Duan Feifei said.
Dad smiled and said nothing.
Duan Feifei glanced at him, hesitated for a while, then raised his arm and put it lightly on his shoulder.
Dad was stunned for a moment, then he straightened his back.
Dad is very good at recognizing the way. He stayed here for one night, still drinking, but as soon as he went out, he took Duan Feifei to the market.
"It's amazing, I've come and gone here so many times," Duan Feifei said, "I've never walked this way before."
"You can see the road upstairs," Dad said. "You still can't."
"I can't be better than you in everything." Duan Feifei said with a smile.
"You do!" Dad said.
It was much faster than usual to walk from the short road to the back door of Niu Sandao's new store.
Packed goods are piled up at the back door, and the courier car is next to it, but neither the packing worker nor the courier brother is there.
"What about people?" Dad said.
Duan Feifei stepped into the store immediately, this is definitely not a normal situation.
As soon as he entered the back kitchen, he heard someone shouting in front of him.
I also saw Yang Ke sticking his head out from the second floor.
Duan Feifei glanced at him.
"Here is a lame looking for faults." Yang Ke is indeed the person who writes business reports to Jiang Kuo every day, and he reported the situation very simply and clearly.
Duan Feifei tightened his eyebrows.
The market has been demolished, and the cripple's shop doesn't seem to be going to the new market. I guess I have a lot of free time at the moment. I heard that Duan's second child has come out, so I can come to the trouble of Niu Sandao.
"Then my stomach hurts." The old man in the wheelchair covered his stomach.
"You'd better be hurt," the uncle pointed at him and rushed out, "Will you hurt me and I'll stomp your intestines with one foot!"
Jiang Kuo stretched out his arm to stop the old uncle.
"Don't stop me, this kind of person will be fucked!" The old uncle pulled him away and wanted to continue rushing, "I, he uh..."
Jiang Kuo grabbed the old uncle by the collar and dragged him back. Before the old uncle could finish his words, he was caught in his throat by the collar.
Uncle is sorry.
Jiang Kuo was very sorry.
Before the old uncle rushed out again, Jiang Kuo walked to the old man in the wheelchair in two steps, and threw himself in front of him, carrying the wind, resting his hands on the armrest of the wheelchair, and staring at the old man in the wheelchair almost face to face Son.
The old man in the wheelchair shrank back subconsciously.
"What!" The wheelchair son next to him pointed at him and rushed over.
"I warn you," Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "I'm not in good health, if you dare to touch me, I'll get sick faster than your father."
The wheelchair son was taken aback by his words.
Jiang Kuo was also taken aback by himself, not to mention the past, but half a year ago, he couldn't say such a thing.
- If you dare to touch me, I will let you go to jail. I have the final say for how long. By the young master Hoshitari Hirano Kuo.
This is what he can say, but now he has to think about this store, with several mobile phones facing him, some harsh words can't be freely released.
"Stop doing this," the old man in the wheelchair was worthy of being in the world, much calmer than his son, "I'm afraid of you?"
"I'm afraid of you, uncle," Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone and clicked on the video to record, "I'll help you contact the hospital now, you can't delay if you really have a stomachache, go for a thorough examination first, no matter if there is any problem, check The money is all from me, after all, I have been an old neighborhood for decades." After speaking, he recorded a circle with his phone facing the surroundings, and he was more relieved that this old man was popular in the old market. No, it's even more desolate now. The helpers don't even have the workers in the store, and there is only one son left.
Now is not the time when there are many people in the market, all the people watching are the owners of the shops next to them, and they are basically members of the Duan Feihan social universe.
Just get things sorted out quickly.
"Look everyone!" the old man in the wheelchair shouted, "His family not only has quality problems with the beef, but also threatened the victim! He said he would kill me!"
"Who said that?" asked the owner of the dry goods store next door.
"What he said!" The old man in the wheelchair pointed at Jiang Kuo.
"Uncle," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm recording it. Every word we say is here. I'll leave it to the police uncle to judge later."
"Fuck you..." The wheelchair son pointed at him and walked over.
"Hand," an arm stretched out from Jiang Kuo's side, and lifted the wheelchair son's hand, "take it away."
"What!" The wheelchair son suddenly became excited, "Want to do it?"
"Give you a face." Duan Feifei's voice came from behind Jiang Kuo's ear.
"This eldest brother," Jiang Kuo pointed his phone at his wheelchair son, "you can't solve the problem with your hands, if the uncle really eats a bad stomach, the hospital's diagnosis is the best evidence, and the so-called problem beef you bought should also be kept for inspection. We have monitoring and can check when you bought it. If you bought it online, there will also be an order record, and the same batch of products can be subject to quality inspection... ”
These words can't be of any use to the wheelchair father and son. They were originally here to find fault, but Jiang Kuo still had to say everything.
"Hey, thank you, put away the phone, thank you..." A person came out of the store next to him, followed by seven or eight people.
While bowing to the onlookers, this person walked over: "Put away the phone, thank you everyone... It would be bad if I touch it..."
Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifei.
Duan Feifei also glanced at him.
Fan Jiabao and his big brother with flower arms walked up to the old man in the wheelchair, bowed, and pushed the wheelchair away without saying a word.
"What are you doing! What are you doing!" The wheelchair father and son shouted at the same time.
"Go to the hospital," an elder brother with flower arms looked at his wheelchair son, "Why, dare not?"
"Get out of the way!" The wheelchair son didn't answer this question, but just squeezed in and grabbed the wheelchair.
"I see who dares to move me!" the old man in the wheelchair shouted.
"Shameless old man," Fan Jiabao walked around in front of him and folded his arms, "they have scruples, but I don't, dare to blackmail on my territory..."
Fan Jiabao approached him and roared, "Who the hell gave you the guts!"
The old man in the wheelchair gave him a shock.
"Who!" Fan Jiabao roared, "I'll take you to the hospital together!"
The wheelchair father and son lost their voices, and Fan Jiabao's battle was a bit of a battle. At first glance, it was completely different from the state that the people in the Niu San Dao store had to endure. They lost all confidence.
"Call them a car," Fan Jiabao said. "Where do you get it and send it back, hurry up! It's fucking bad luck."
The corner of the wheelchair son's mouth twitched.
"If you dare to come again, I will smoke you once I see you," Fan Jiabao said, "Let me hear any rumors, whether it's online or anywhere, I promise to send you to the door! If there is anything bad in the future, I will Count on you! You'd better go home and burn incense and ask them to prosper."
"You called?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Well," Duan Feifei replied, "this kind of thing can't be solved softly, so it can only be hard, so that they don't dare to find fault again, but we can't do it hard, we can only be old Fan."
The big brother with flower arms over there called a car, moved the old man in the wheelchair into the car, stuffed the wheelchair into the trunk, and stood neatly on the side of the road to watch.
Before the car drove away, Fan Jiabao walked back with a displeased expression.
"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.
"Thank you," Fan Jiabao glanced at Duan Feifei, "He won't let me do it, I'm so fucking embarrassed."
"This is enough, no need to do it." Duan Feifei said.
"But it's okay. In business, this kind of thing will definitely happen," Fan Jiabao said. "There will always be people jealous. This is the proof that the business is done well."
"Thank you." Duan Feifei said.
"Don't keep learning from Jiang Kuo." Fan Jiabao said, "Where's your dad? I'll go say hello, I haven't seen him yet."
Dad was asked by Duan Feifei to stay in the back kitchen, so he didn't come out very cooperatively.
But it could be seen that he was very angry and couldn't hold back. When they entered the back kitchen, Dad was going around in circles.
"Let's go?" Dad asked immediately when he saw them coming in, "Did you beat them!"
"Let's go," Duan Feifei said, "I didn't beat him, there's no need."
Dad didn't speak, his anger was still burning above his head, and he was breathing with a whistle.
"This is Lao Fan," Duan Feifei introduced Fan Jiabao to him, "I told you that the landlord, the store and our house are all rented by him."
"Uncle Duan," Fan Jiabao greeted his father with a smile, "My name is Fan Jiabao, you can just call me Xiao Fan."
"Hey, Jiabao," Dad nodded, "Thank you just now."
Don't call Fan Jiabao.
This one is temporarily invalid in front of my father.
"It's not a big deal," Fan Jiabao said. "I'm used to cleaning up a few shops that I can't find fault with each day."
Duan Feifei's ability to make up a set of words with this mouth is very similar to a buddy.
Jiang Kuo applauded him in his heart.
However, it can be seen that Uncle Duan's mood has been seriously affected. Even if the father and son in the wheelchair have been driven away, it has not caused any major impact. His mood is still very low. After chatting with Fan Jiabao and Duan Feifei for a while, I went to sit next to the raw meat stall, leaned against the wall, and watched the old uncle prepare the beef.
"Are you all right?" Fan Jiabao asked Duan Feifei, "Does that person have a grudge against your father?"
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
"Then I understand," Fan Jiabao nodded. "I caused trouble for the store when I first came out. I guess I can't make it through... You go and persuade."
"I can't persuade." Duan Feifei said, "Let's wait for him to figure it out."
"As expected of father and son," Fan Jiabao said, "your character follows your father's."
"What's my character?" Duan Feifei looked at him.
"Just..." Fan Jiabao thought about it for a while, "I can't tell you, I'll go, I'll invite someone to play cards."
"Playing cards at this point?" Duan Feifei was speechless.
"Is there a time limit for playing cards?" Fan Jiabao walked out from the back door, "Isn't it if you want to play..."
Duan Feifei leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. "The cripple shouldn't be looking for trouble again," Jiang Kuo said. "You have to let your dad know that it's not because he caused trouble, but because the cripple is just that kind of person."
"He would say that if he had to endure the lame man and not crippled the lame man, there would be no such thing as today." Duan Feifei said.
"... You are worthy of being your own son." Jiang Kuo said.
A certain aspect of Duan Feifei's character is indeed exactly the same as Uncle Duan.
"One more thing to do with you," Duan Feifei cleared his throat and leaned closer to him, "When I first went out, I just... just said it."
"What?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"My dad knows," Duan Feifei said, "our business."
"...Ah!" Jiang Kuo was stunned for a moment, then frowned and tutted, "Could it be that the mood is so low, is the reason why we are still here."
"No," said Duan Feifei, "he's… okay."
Jiang Kuo stood there for a while before speaking: "I suddenly feel a little embarrassed."
"Don't be embarrassed," Duan Feifei said, "you can just do the same as before."
"I was quite embarrassed before." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei looked at him and laughed, pinched his chin: "Why are you like this, this is not your style, you should be righteous and confident."
"It also depends on who it is," Jiang Kuo sighed, "Forget it, there is no other way, let's get used to it together, you can stay with your dad for a while, or..."
"No." Duan Feifei said.
"Nothing?" Jiang Kuo said, "You know what I'm going to say, don't you?"
"Or don't go back with you," Duan Feifei said, "No."
Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone and looked at it: "It's mainly a few days..."
"Isn't it the end of the month?" Duan Feifei asked.
"People like President Jiang can't be reliable when they say such things. Telling me at the end of the month is probably to make me feel that there is still time, not so urgent, not so urgent, so I won't blame him for his whimsical ideas." Jiang Kuo said, "Then it is estimated that you have slowed down, and then I will tell you that it is actually next weekend."
"It's okay," Duan Feifei said, "it's only a week away from the end of the month, and the end of the month can be counted as the end of the month."
"You really deserve to be President Jiang's godson who lives in the folk." Jiang Kuo handed the phone to Duan Feifei.
President Jiang's original words are - isn't the end of the month the end of the month
Duan Feifei was overjoyed, leaning against the wall and laughing for a long time.
"Then I'll tell him that I'm going back next weekend," Jiang Kuo replied to President Jiang, "Okay."
After a few seconds, President Jiang's voice also came back: "A person or a small section to come and play together?"
"It's still art," Jiang Kuo snorted, and after thinking about it, he replied to President Jiang again, "I told him, I don't know if he's going or not, he's busy and not in the store."
When Duan Feifei heard what he said, he immediately raised his eyebrows.
"I have to take a look." Jiang Kuo folded his arms.
"I..." Duan Feifei wanted to turn around and go out.
"Stand." Jiang Kuo said, "Why don't you give me your phone."
Duan Feifei had to stand down, standing face to face for two or three minutes, the phone was silent, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Why..."
The phone rang.
"Quick, quick," Jiang Kuo immediately came over, "Look at it!"
Duan Feifei took out his mobile phone, which was a message from Mr. Jiang, who was marked as Mr. Jiang.
[Mr. Jiang] Xiao Duan, give me a call today if you have time
"Oh hoo!" Jiang Kuo said.