"I put it out," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "I don't know where the headphones are plugged in."
"Are you in the passage behind Niu Sandao?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "this is the place where you made a hundred yuan for the first time on your own."
"It also includes ten yuan for work injury compensation." Jiang Kuo sighed.
"Yes." Duan Feifei smiled and looked at him on the screen.
Jiang Kuo was also looking at the screen, and it should have been him, but this line of sight was not right.
"Are you looking at me?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Yes." Duan Feifei said.
"Did you miss me?" Jiang Kuo suddenly approached the screen and asked in a low voice.
"I didn't think about it too much at first, I just came back in a hurry," Duan Feifei also lowered his voice, "But now that I see you, I suddenly think about it."
"Uncle Kuo kiss one." Jiang Kuo said.
"Where do you kiss?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Speak." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei pouted.
Jiang Kuo laughed until he disappeared from the screen, and the whole picture was dazzling. Duan Feifei tutted, "What about playing with me? I don't even want you to laugh anymore."
"Come on, kiss one." Jiang Kuo returned to the screen.
Duan Feifei pouted again. "MUA!" Jiang Kuo gave him a kiss.
"Hey—" Duan Feifei covered his mouth.
Jiang Kuo was stunned for a while before he reacted: "You really can act." "If it wasn't for the cost of acting," Duan Feifei said, "I might be doing freshman in an acting department right now, but gardening isn't that bad. Province… "
"Why are you rebuilding everywhere?" Jiang Kuo coughed with a smile.
"I'm afraid I won't run into you if I don't rebuild." Duan Feifei said.
"...Fuck." Jiang Kuo suddenly smiled.
"Huh?" Duan Feifei looked at him.
"I'm a little moved." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing.
"You take this..." Duan Ling walked out from the back door, holding a ointment in his hand. When he handed it to him, he saw his mobile phone and was stunned, "Where's the video?"
"Well," Duan Feifei responded, "Follow Jiang Kuo."
"Who?" Jiang Kuo was leaning against the wall, but he stood up straight, and his face changed with a serious expression.
"Duan Ling." Duan Feifei said.
"Hello, Sister Ling." Jiang Kuo said hello immediately.
"Hey, okay, have you eaten yet?" Duan Ling came over and waved his hand, before leaving the screen without waiting for Jiang Kuo's answer, and threw the ointment on Duan Feihan's leg, "Why did you two just video when you got home..."
"If you want to dial the voice, you clicked the wrong one," Jiang Kuo said. "Just make a video by the way."
"Then you two talk," Duan Ling pointed to the ointment, "Wipe this on for a while, is your mouth getting angry?"
"Ah," Duan Feifei touched his mouth, "Is it still obvious?"
"Your old aunt said you got angry, I said it was a fight," Duan Ling said, "I guessed wrong?"
"What are you two betting on?" Duan Feifei turned to look at her.
"Little Zhuge has a meal at the door in the evening." Duan Ling said.
"It's on fire." Duan Feifei said.
"Duan Feifei, are you just trying to deceive me!" Duan Ling shouted.
"Do I dare to deceive my old aunt?" Duan Feifei said.
Duan Ling glared at him and pointed at him, then turned and walked away.
"I didn't scold you." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.
"Little Master, listen," Duan Feifei said, "Why can't she pretend to be a lady?"
Someone called him over Jiang Kuo, he responded and looked at the screen: "The meal is ready, I'll go eat."
Duan Feifei glanced at the back door and leaned closer to the screen: "Come on, give me a kiss, and pout me."
"What about revenge?" Jiang Kuo smiled.
"Well," Duan Feifei said, "I want to take a screenshot."
"Fuck." Jiang Kuo stared at the camera.
"Come on, let's eat, it's hard to kiss after a while." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth, pouted and leaned in front of the screen.
Duan Feifei quickly took a screenshot, and then leaned over: "MUA! Hurry up and eat." "Find me when you're done this afternoon." Jiang Kuo said.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
When Duan Feifei came back to the house, the old aunt leaned on the chair to take a nap, and the old uncle sat on the chair by the door and smoked.
"I'm going out for a walk," he said while taking a snack.
"Go," said the uncle. "Come back and bring a bottle of vinegar."
"Okay." Duan Feifei stretched.
The market at noon is relatively idle, with few people, the noise is much lower, and there is a lazy atmosphere, it seems that everyone is sleepy.
He walked slowly through the market. He knew many of these people. As long as he stayed here for three or five years, even if he was a permanent resident, he would be able to deal with it a little bit. .
There are not too many people in the market, like Niu San Dao, who have been doing it for 20 or 30 years. Old Zhang is one of them. There are a few in the dry goods area, and there are two seasoning shops... More people are in After working here for a few years, I can’t go on and leave, and I can get a better deal for a good job.
Duan Feifei's perception of many things comes from this market, socializing, receiving people, watching words, good and bad, what can be done and what can't be done...
Some are correct, some are crooked, and you need to screen them out a little bit in the days to come. If you accept all of them, you will stay here forever.
He is still here, although he is not willing, but when the market is likely to be demolished and life is likely to undergo great changes, he will still be like many people and feel uneasy.
There was no one in the old Zhang's store, and the old man was sitting in front of the store swearing.
His anger is obviously not enough, and it is estimated that he has been scolding for a long time. When he expresses his emotions to the market that he does not want to stay here for a second, he will use the same swearing to express his willingness to stay here until death.
"Lang is back?" Seeing Duan Feifei, the old boss took time out of his busy schedule to ask.
"Well," Duan Feifei responded, "Uncle Zhang, didn't you take a moment?"
"Squint," the old man snorted, staring at him, "your family is about to beg for food, can you still squint?"
"We also want the meal together," Duan Feifei said. "Do you still have time to worry about us?"
"Fuck," the old man threw the cigarette butt that had already been extinguished in his hand and stood up, "Don't fucking curse me!"
Duan Feifei smiled, quickly passed through the meat stalls next to him, and turned a corner.
Behind him, Mr. Zhang seemed to be reinvigorated, and his scolding voice rose a lot.
There are several lounges in the market management office. The administrators will rest here, and sometimes they will come here after walking around the market to take a nap before returning to the office.
What Duan Feifan is looking for is the resident guest of the lounge, Brother Wen. He is in his forties and his first job is a market administrator. Because he loves the lounge too much, he is still an administrator until the market is about to be demolished. He doesn't even have a sesame official. went up.
But he is the one who understands this market the most. He grew up watching Duan Feifei, and took good care of Duan Feifei. He smoked his cigarette butt, and was chased and beaten by Duan's second child.
"Hurry up," Big Brother Wen grabbed a handful of cards, "Quickly get out, I'll go out for a spin after this one."
Another administrator, Xiao Cao, threw out a few cards.
Brother Wen immediately slapped a few of them.
Duan Feifei stood behind him: "Hi..."
"Fuck," Brother Wen was immediately shaken by the few cards he threw out. He wanted to reach out to take it back, but he didn't move. When he looked back and saw Duan Feifei, he frowned, "What's wrong? What's wrong! How can I fight if I don't fight like this!"
"Toothache." Duan Feifei touched his face.
Xiao Cao immediately burst into laughter.
"You," Big Brother Wen returned a hand and slapped him, "you fuck me!"
"I hit you," Duan Feifei avoided, "I'm still going around in circles for a while."
"How did you get up here?" Brother Wen looked at the card, "you can't just come in here."
"The back window came in." Duan Feifei said.
Brother Wen clicked his tongue: "Open your mouth and come... There is fruit on the table, eat it over there."
Duan Feifei leaned back on the chair next to him, stretched out his legs and slowly swayed his toes. When Brother Wen finished playing cards, he tilted his head at him before standing up and walked out the back door with Brother Wen.
"I accompany you around?" Duan Feifei said.
"Take it down," Brother Wen said, "you'll know what I've revealed to you by then."
"That's why I didn't send you any news," Duan Feifei said, "I came back to talk to you."
"Then you still accompany me," Big Brother Wen glared at him, "Tell me, what's the matter, I don't know anything, I haven't received any notice."
"I want the city to find another market of our size," Duan Feifei smiled, "Where do you think it will be?"
"Then there is no guarantee," Brother Wen took out the cigarette and handed it to him, "or?"
"My dad will break out of prison tomorrow and beat you up." Duan Feifei said.
"Fuck," Brother Wen laughed, lit his cigarette, took a sip, and said in a low voice, "There is still a large piece of land in the urban area to build a market, the temporary market is not enough, we need to get another one. We got the suburbs like this."
Duan Feifei frowned: "That's all wholesale."
"Isn't it?" Brother Wen said.
"If you want me to plan, you have to leave a small market," Duan Feifei said, "Is the residents not buying vegetables?"
Brother Wen smiled and said nothing.
"That is, the booths must be less than half," Duan Feifei tutted, "It will land in the next year, and I'm afraid I will have to grab it first this year."
"The area is definitely not that big," Brother Wen said. "It's about the first floor of Niu Sandao now."
"It's enough to live without people," Duan Feifei said.
Xiao Cao came out from the back door, and Brother Wen was going to go around with him.
After Xiao Cao went downstairs, Brother Wen patted Duan Feihan on the shoulder again: "Don't worry."
"Have a meal after get off work," Duan Feifei said, "I haven't talked for a long time."
"Also said, you won't be able to meet people in college, it's not as good as when you were in high school," Brother Wen waved his hand, "but we don't talk about these falsehoods, we have to avoid suspicion for a while, then I'll wait for a while. The second one invites me to dinner."
"Then I'll tell him." Duan Feifei smiled.
"That's for sure?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Well," Duan Feifei sat on the stone pier on the side of the road outside the market, "The new market is in the suburbs, so it's purely a wholesale farmers market. I guess there is a small one nearby."
"Is there a show for the little one?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Can the administrator reserve a seat?"
"You may not stay if you stay," Duan Feifei said, "but if there is any news, I will be notified immediately. It is basically reliable."
"Then what are your plans now?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Wait for the news here," Duan Feifei combed his thoughts, "Prepare with both hands, the temporary market definitely doesn't have the conditions to make sauced beef, you have to find a back-end chef, this is easier than finding a shop, the other side is to open another store, this My uncle agrees."
"Will he agree?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Can you do it yourself? Can you use the name of Niu Sandao?"
"It's really hard to say," Duan Feifei frowned, "I haven't talked about this before. It's true that the two brothers ran the shop together, but it's also true that my dad has not contributed money or effort in the past ten years."
Jiang Kuo thought about it: "Didn't they divide the proportions at the beginning? According to technology or investment... "
"Wealthy," Duan Feifei laughed, "This is not a project that President Jiang took. If they said that, they would have to count on loyalty at that time, not to mention brothers, integrity is better than contract, who wants to cheat. Anyone in the whole market will be despised by everyone, and there will be no place to stand.”
"It was me who was abrupt," Jiang Kuo laughed. "Then try to talk about this first. If he hesitates, let your dad talk to him."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
"Are you rich?" Jiang Kuo asked suddenly.
"That's what I asked," Duan Feifei smiled, "a little bit, what's wrong?"
"Is it enough to open a store?" Jiang Kuo asked again.
"It depends on the scale and grade." Duan Feifei said, "It's definitely not as good as Niu Sandao is now."
He suddenly remembered what his father said.
It's good to have such a friend, who can help you in the future.
"I'll think about it first," Duan Feifei added, "I don't know yet, and where this kind of store is located, the scope is much smaller than other stores, and it's hard to find the place."
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
Duan Feifei was silent for a while and smiled: "This topic is too serious."
"Then it's easier," Jiang Kuo thought for a while, "I'll go back to school after the new year."
"Okay." Duan Feifei responded immediately without hesitation. After he had finished, he remembered and asked, "Will President Jiang be reluctant? It's only been a few days since I went back?"
"Why don't you ask my mother if she is reluctant." Jiang Kuo said.
"I feel she is willing." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo laughed: "She is really willing."
"So don't worry about President Jiang?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Do you want to take charge of President Jiang?" Jiang Kuo also asked.
"...I don't want to." Duan Feifei answered truthfully.
Jiang Kuo laughed loudly: "Then you ask a fart."
"My emotional intelligence doesn't allow me not to ask." Duan Feifei said with a smile.
Having nothing to do all afternoon, Jiang Kuo went upstairs and downstairs for seven or eight laps. At first Benben followed him, but then he directly abandoned him and went to the kitchen to accompany Aunt Liu.
It used to be like this often. Jiang Kuo could stay in the house all afternoon, swipe his phone, play with his gadgets, or just be in a daze, but today is extraordinarily boring.
It wasn't until Duan Feifei called and his boredom came to an end. After hanging up, the feeling of emptiness disappeared.
During the same time he continued to do nothing, he could have the mood to sit down in the sun room, drink the rest of the tea that Jiang had boiled, and look at a freshly opened express envelope in front of him.
This is the milk tea shop survey sent by Yang Ke today.
After researching it, I could have seven or eight pages. Jiang Kuo opened it before and didn't want to read it.
He also admired Yang Ke quite a bit, and after spreading rumors, he could still send him this stuff as if nothing had happened.
The mentality is very stable.
But at this moment he picked it up and took a look at the final conclusion, and was almost speechless.
-To sum up, I do not have all the conditions required for a profitable milk tea shop.
Jiang Kuo also wanted to see what was written before and appreciate the whole process of Yang Ke's self-denial. Yang Ke's phone number had already been called.
"Hey!" He took the phone, if he had just finished chatting with Duan Feifei in a good mood and Yang Ke's dream of a milk tea shop had been shattered, he would not have answered the call at all.
"Are your fingers crippled?" He answered the phone, "Or is it still legal in your place to use a cell phone for typing?"
"Have you seen it?" Yang Ke asked.
"Look," Jiang Kuo said, "Congratulations, turn back to the shore."
"Your judgment is quite accurate. I am indeed not suitable to be a milk tea shop," Yang Ke said, "so I want to ask you if you have any better suggestions."
"I'll send you a QR code in a while." Jiang Kuo said.
"Why?" Yang Ke was stunned.
"Paid consultation, eight hundred in ten minutes." Jiang Kuo said.
Yang Ke didn't speak. After a few seconds, Jiang Kuo's phone vibrated, and Yang Keke transferred 800 yuan.
Jiang Kuo happily accepted the payment, and at this moment, he felt the joy of Duan Feifei's money from him.
"What's your suggestion?" Yang Ke asked.
"Go back to school." Jiang Kuo said.
"...You're a fraud." Yang Ke said.
"Are you asking me for better advice? Did I answer you? Is there anything wrong with my answer?" Jiang Kuo asked.
Yang Ke was silent for a while: "Jiang Kuo, I really won't go back to school. I haven't learned anything for myself over the years, and I haven't made any choices for myself. This time, whether it's right or wrong, I just follow my own. Think about it once."
"That means you have a way out." Jiang Kuo said.
"Aren't you the same?" Yang Ke said, "You have to go to that school."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, he frowned and pondered.
"Do you have time?" Yang Ke said, "We can make an appointment after the year..."
"Don't!" Jiang Kuo raised his voice, "No appointment!"
Yang Ke sighed.
"Are you willing to start with the most basic things?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Which aspect?" Yang Ke asked immediately.
"Dining." Jiang Kuo said.
Yang Ke was stunned, and after a while, he asked again tentatively, "You mean the plate?"
Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and almost couldn't hold back his laughter, so he quickly took the phone away, rubbed his face, and said again, "That's really cheating on you, but this thing hasn't started yet, it's time to make it clear. If you haven't found something to do, talk about it."
"How long?" Yang Ke asked.
"I don't know." Jiang Kuo said.
"Who is the boss?" Yang Ke asked.
"My boyfriend." Jiang Kuo said.
"...Jiang Kuo, are you kidding me?" Yang Ke said, "I'll officially apologize to you again for this, I'm really sorry, I..."
"I don't have the time to play with you," Jiang Kuo said. "If you are willing to follow the early stage, you can also learn a lot. If you are willing, I will find you when the time comes."
Although this matter is not to be done now, but if it is really done, Duan Feifei will definitely not be able to be busy, and someone will need help. If there is no suitable person at that time, Yang Ke can also use it.
Yang Ke is not a very capable person, but he is just doing his self-denying research. He should be serious in doing things, especially after a few months of hanging him, that kind of pretentious momentum will disappear. Coupled with the relationship with Uncle Yang, it is estimated that it will be easier to use.
At that time, it can be used, and if it is not, it will be his retribution for spreading rumors.
"Is the boss Dong Kun?" Yang Ke asked.
what…
Jiang Kuo was a little speechless.
"If it's not too long," Yang Ke said, "I can wait, but... if it's too long, I can't promise."
"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "that's a good thing."
"Hopefully," Yang Ke said, "I really won't come out to eat after the year..."
Jiang Kuo hung up the phone.
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't see the outside clearly from the windows. The temperature dropped in the middle of the night last night, and I can't even light up today.
Duan Feifei sneezed all the way downstairs. After eating the noodles that his old aunt cooked for him, he went upstairs to pick up the scarf that Jiang Kuo gave him before leaving the door.
When he got off the bus, Jiang Kuo sent a message saying that he got up, and he immediately called.
"On the way?" Jiang Kuo answered the phone quickly.
"Well," Duan Feifei smiled, "I've already got off the bus, and I'll be there in a few minutes."
"I thought you had to call me when you were done." Jiang Kuo said.
"It's a bit uncertain," Duan Feifei said, "I can feel more at ease listening to your voice."
"Every time I go, I have a good chat," Jiang Kuo said. "Tell him what you are doing this time out."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
"Even if it's a little emotional, it will be fine when I see my son." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei was sitting in the meeting room, and Luo Guanjiao's colleague came in and whispered to him, "Wait a second, it was already agreed to meet today, your dad agreed yesterday, but he was a little reluctant just now, Xiao Luo was talking to him. He'll be here soon."
"It's okay," Duan Feifei said, "I'll wait for him."
After sitting for another twenty minutes, Dad finally came out slowly through the small door.
After sitting across from him, he didn't pick up the receiver, just looked at him like that.
"Dad." Duan Feifei took the receiver.
Dad sighed and took the receiver: "Why are you running here? It's a waste of time."
"I have nothing to do at this time." Duan Feifei said.
"I'm fine," Dad said, "don't worry, you live your own life, don't think about me, Ronaldinho and the others are too, why do you always come here!"
"I didn't come because I was worried about you," Duan Feifei said. "Luo Guanjiao said that he could apply for another meeting this month, so I came here."