"By the way, Haozai, you spent the night with the leading dancer at Lima last night, can it be true?"
Although for a young man who has reached the age of nineteen, this is not a big deal, but thinking of him as a pure and clean young chicken, if he starts this way, he will contract the bad habits of men in the future, it will not be a problem. What's the matter.
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Unexpectedly, Chen Jianan turned his head, raised two handsome eyebrows and said loudly: "I slept in the same room with Jiabao, but I was beaten twenty sticks by Lord Leopard, and I drank too much, what's the matter?" Dry!"
Qiao Wen believed that he would not lie about this matter. After all, there was nothing shameful about spending time with a leading dancer. He laughed and said, "Could it be possible to just chat with a beautiful woman under a quilt?"
Chen Jianan said: "I didn't chat, I fell asleep, and she went to the sofa by herself."
Qiao Wen was dumb for a while: "Can you have a manly demeanor?"
Chen Jianan went back to what he should do: "Then I'm injured, so I can't sleep on the sofa."
"It's not bad." Qiao Wen nodded, thought for a while, and then said, "Brother Nan, it is indeed time for you to have a girlfriend at your age, but if you want to have a girlfriend, you have to find someone who is innocent." The girl."
Chen Jianan waved his hand in disbelief: "What are you looking for? I don't know what kind of girl I like."
Qiao Wen also said casually at first, before he was on the boat, he completely dismissed pornographic magazines, and even made himself sick from breast milk, so he only thought he was talking nonsense on purpose. But thinking about it carefully, regardless of the memory of the original body, he still knows what his own relatives have seen for so long. Although he doesn't reject girls, and even has compassion, he never seems to have any other ideas, let alone play a hooligan or something. He used to think that he didn't know much about men and women, but now it seems , It seems that there is something wrong.
He tentatively asked, "Brother Nan, have you never been interested in any girl since you were a child?"
Seeing this, Chen Jianan also seemed to be a little distressed: "Oh, why didn't I fall in love with just one girl? You can't do it because I treat you every day, which makes me The light is too high? It’s not as beautiful as Xiao Qiao’s, but it can’t penetrate mine?”
Qiao Wen laughed: "I'm a big man with you, don't compare me with girls."
", no comparison." Chen Jianan looked at him with a smirk, took advantage of his unpreparedness, and suddenly grabbed him, "But where are you a big man?"
Qiao Wen frowned, showing a fierce look, and pinched the wound on his back mercilessly.
Chen Jianan screamed in pain, "I was wrong, I was wrong." After shouting, he smiled and turned his head, "Little Qiao, don't go to the factory today, stay with me at home. You go to work with four I don't like it when I stay longer than me."
Qiao Wen put his clothes away and said, "Okay, I'll call Zihui in case he comes to pick me up. By the way, I'll buy you a bowl of offal."
Chen Jianan turned his head with a happy smile and said, "Oh, Xiao Qiao, you are getting more and more fond of me. Brother Nan didn't love you for nothing."
Qiao Wen straightened the pillow slightly for him: "Your gunshot wound hasn't healed yet, and there's no scar on your back now, so don't move around on the bed."
Chen Jianan chuckled: "Of order."
When Qiao Wen finished making the phone call and came back with a couple of offals, Chen Jianan had already turned on his side, sound asleep.
Qiao Wen put the offal in his hand on the coffee table, walked to the bed and sat down, silently looking at this familiar face.
He has a standard handsome appearance, thick black eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a bronzed skin that has been exposed to the sun, but it is smooth and flawless, and the whole person exudes a healthy and vigorous vitality.
Qiao Wen's hand involuntarily stretched out towards that face, but when he almost touched it, his heart froze inexplicably, and he withdrew it abruptly.
Chen Jianan had a sleepless night and slept until noon. He woke up only after smelling the smell of food. He looked up and saw the clock on the wall, and said, "Have I been sleeping for so long? Xiao Qiao, why don't you?" calls me?"
Qiao Wen said with a smile: "You are injured, you should rest, why should I tell you?"
Chen Jianan rubbed the disheveled chicken coop head, sat up and stretched his arms, took a breath, and said, "Don't fuck, it really hurts."
Qiao Wen, who was sitting on the sofa eating dinner, looked up at him, and said, "Do you really think you won't be hurt if you have copper bars and iron bones? It's hard these days, you have to give it to me." Raise your body and go to toss."
"I see, you are like a housekeeper now." Chen Jianan smiled and moved to the sofa, sat down next to him, looked at the dishes on the coffee table, and said: "Sausage rice, soy sauce chicken, I like to eat."
Crowding together on a hot day, Qiao Wen pushed him wordlessly: "You don't think it's too hot."
Not only did Chen Jianan not move away, but he deliberately smirked and pressed closer.
Although Qiao Wen talked, he didn't move. He shook his head with a smile, and handed him the chopsticks: "I made it and gave it to grandma. We both ate it all."
"You made it? Don't you know how to cook noodles? When did you learn how to cook?" Chen Jianan picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth, opened his eyes exaggeratedly, and stretched out his thumb, "It's too delicious Oh, Xiao Qiao, you are really getting better and better!"
Qiao Wen said: "What's so great about cooking a dish? Besides, it's not that complicated."
Chen Jianan chewed and said, "That's why you used to be afraid of oily fumes, so grandma wouldn't let you cook." She sighed, "You were born to be a young master, but it's a pity that you are in the city. stronghold."
Qiao Wen said with a smile: "If I don't come to the city, wouldn't I be able to know you?"
Chen Jianan nodded: "That's okay. It doesn't matter, anyway, we will always go out in the future."
Qiao Wen just smiled and said nothing.
After the two of them finished eating and drinking, Qiao Wen remembered the suit by the bed again. He brought the clothes over and said, "Brother Nan, this is a sample of our factory's new brand. I took a set." Your code, can you try it out and see how it works?"
Chen Jianan took it over in surprise, and said with a smile, "I've never worn clothes before!"
This outfit came with a white shirt as a base. Chen Jianan took off the T-shirt that smelled like medicine, revealing a body full of scars. Before he realized it, Da Lala put on his shirt, wiped his hair handsomely, and smiled with curved lips: "How is it?"
Qiao Wen stepped forward and reached out to fix his slightly crooked collar.
As warm fingers brushed across his neck, Chen Jianan's heart trembled slightly, and he lowered his head subconsciously to look at him.
At this moment, the two of them were only a short distance away, and Qiao Wen's height had just reached his brow bone. When he lowered his eyes like this, he happened to see the other party's fan-like long eyelashes, the pointed nose tip, and the slightly parted lips under the nose tip .
Chen Jianan suddenly felt hot.
He took a step back subconsciously, raised his hand to hold the collar: "I will do it myself."
Then he let out an inexplicable breath.
Qiao Wen looked up and down at him, and couldn't help showing a touch of surprise.
As a 49-year-old boy who messes around, he always dresses casually, and occasionally has a bit of the style of killing Matt of later generations. But he is tall and handsome, which is actually very suitable for formal attire.
Putting on the upper body of this outfit, it was like a different person in an instant. He was clearly a chic and handsome nobleman, but he could not be seen as a poor boy from the slums.
The more Qiao Wen watched, the more satisfied he was, he couldn't bear to look away. After sizing up for a while, he raised his head and smiled again: "Brother Nan, you look really handsome in this outfit."
Chen Jianan was originally as thick-skinned as a city wall, but at this moment when he praised him like this, looking at his smiling face, for some reason, he suddenly showed a trace of rare embarrassment, and even his hands and feet seemed to be swollen. There is no place to put it. He cleared his throat as if trying to cover up, and said, "I'm already handsome, and Chengzhai will fuck me as soon as I'm pretty." After saying that, he hurriedly added, "No, I'm the second, you're the one. one."
Qiao Wen was amused by him: "I'm not as handsome as you in clothes."
What he said was not modest. Although the original body did have a long and evil face, his figure was far inferior to the tall and straight Chen Jianan.
Because of the praise, Chen Jianan was sometimes reluctant to take off this outfit immediately, and asked strangely, "How much does a costume like yours sell for?"
Qiao Wen said: "We plan to make a mid-to-high-end brand, and it is estimated to be around a few hundred yuan."
Chen Jianan opened his eyes wide: "A set of clothes is a few hundred yuan, and if you sell thousands of pieces that year, you can make millions without buying."
Qiao Wen smiled: "What about the cost? Although the materials and labor are not expensive at present, the storefront advertisements are not a small amount. If you can only sell a few thousand pieces a year, you won't make much money. I Forget it, the sales volume must be at least 50,000 to be considered an initial success, and this is only in Hong Kong, and it will be sold to Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Southeast Asia, and various countries around the world.” There is also the mainland of the motherland, which will develop rapidly in the future .
Chen Jianan looked at him, showing admiration in his face, and wowed sincerely: "It sounds amazing."
Qiao Wen smiled and said: "This is just an idea, whether it can be successful or not depends on the situation." Although in the original book, in order to show the aura of the hero, Lin Zihui was involved in various industries However, clothing manufacturing is only one part that is not described, but he still has great confidence in Lin Zihui. In addition, with the rapid economic development of Hong Kong City, white-collar workers and above and the middle class have become an important part of the social group, and the market for local brands of mid-to-high-end business formal wear is almost blank. This is an opportunity.
Chen Jianan said with a smile: "You and Four Boys will definitely succeed."
"Accept your good words."
Chen Jianan turned around, held his shoulders, and calmly said: "Little Qiao, you really are completely different from before."
Qiao Wen smiled and shook his head, as if asking casually: "Then do you like the me in the past or the me in the present?"
But Chen Jianan seemed to be stumped by this question, frowned and thought for a moment, and said: "You used to be like my own brother, but now you are not like a brother..."
Qiao Wen interrupted him: "So you are not kissing me now?"
"I can't do it right now!" Chen Jianan hurriedly explained, "I still kiss as before, but it feels a little different, alas, I can't figure it out either."
He ran through his hair in distress.
Qiao Wenwen deliberately teased him, seeing him like this, he couldn't help but smile: "I understand, people will grow up, you used to take care of me, but now that I grow up, I can also I took care of you."
"Isn't that right? Otherwise, I would have died in Vietnam long ago."
Qiao Wen: "If you don't fuck me, you don't have to go to Vietnam."
"Why are you doing this again?" Chen Jianan pretended to be afraid of him, and rubbed his hair viciously.
How well the formal suit is done mainly depends on whether it looks textured or not. The clothes that can turn the four or nine children in the slums into expensive ones are obviously done very well.
After such a long time without serious work, when he went to work again, Qiao Wen couldn't do anything but play tricks, and rolled up his sleeves with Lin Zihui, who was high-spirited, and started to enter the workaholic mode.
The new clothing brand is called "Mengzhen", a simple and auspicious name. For the two young people, the cost of their dreams that they most hope for now—although Qiao Wen doesn't know what his dreams are in this era.
Master Hui's growth can be described as rapid. In just two or three months, from a tender young man who was not put in the hands of the workers when he came in at the beginning, he transformed into a vigorous young boss. Because of the improved salary, the workers are full of motivation, especially the employees who have been singled out to enter the new production line, eager to use their eighteen martial arts skills.
There is no problem with the production side, and the next step is to prepare for the opening of a store.
When Qiao Wen went to Vietnam, Lin Zihui was looking at the store. Originally, in order to save rent, he planned to find a store owned by Lin Zhaoming, but he was not satisfied with the location.
A few days after Qiao Wen came back, the two went out early and late, and finally settled on a store in Tsim Sha Tsui Commercial Street.
The area is not large, but the rent is extremely expensive, costing tens of thousands a year. Now in the account of Mingyue Factory, there is just enough to pay wages to the workers, and this rent is simply astronomical for them.
Fortunately, Lin Zihui got a start-up capital from his father to start a new brand, but after paying the rent deposit, there is not much left.
So much so that after taking a fancy to this storefront, Master Hui couldn't make a decision for a long time.
Seeing that he was hesitant, Qiao Wen pulled him to the sidewalk outside the store, and pointed to several foreign brands next to him: "See? Mengzhen is here, which means that it is at the same level as these big brands " He pointed to the well-dressed city men and women who came and went on the road, "And these people are really potential consumers of Mengmeng."
Lin Zihui conceived the future in his mind, thinking that the dream would one day become a brand pursued by the city's elites, and suddenly his heart was surging, and he patted Qiao Wen's shoulder with his big hand: ", I will rent this one."
Back then, when signing the contract, Master Hui's hands trembled for a long time.
A month later, Qiao Wen went out early and returned late. In order to maintain his body, he basically went home and went to bed after a short rest. And Chen Jianan, who has just become a popular member of the Hexing Society, is also very busy these days. Because of the special nature of his work, he often goes out at night and returns home later and later. As a result, the two often couldn't see each other for a few days.
So, in the middle of the night, Chen Jianan turned into a bat and sneaked into the window of Qiao's house, and touched Qiao Wen's bed more and more often in his sleep.
Qiao Wen often wakes up in the morning and sees a sleeping person next to him.
More than a month later, Hong Kong City entered early winter from early autumn—at that time, there was no winter in tropical cities. The so-called winter was just a day on the calendar, and Qiao Wen finally ushered in a day when he got off work early.
Before six in the afternoon, he came to Longmao Niuza, who had an appointment with Chen Jianan in the morning. Someone had already arrived first, and a person occupied a small table by himself, and was waiting for him with his legs crossed. When someone approached, he immediately smiled and waved: "Little Qiao!"
Qiao Wen bent his lips and smiled, walked over and sat down opposite him: "What's here?"
Chen Jianan: "I just arrived, I have nothing to do today."
During the conversation, Aunt Long brought two bowls of beef offal and put them on the table. When Chen Jianan reached out to pass chopsticks to Qiao Wen, Qiao Wen saw two fresh scars on his arm.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, took the chopsticks, and casually asked about his "work" situation: "What have you been doing recently?"
Chen Jianan picked up a piece of offal and put it in his mouth, and said casually: "Go out and collect the bills, and discuss the land with a few small communities outside."
Knowing about his so-called "negotiation", Qiao Wen probably resorted to using force to grab the territory. Nowadays, the law and order in Hong Kong City is chaotic, and almost every block has gangs called Wei Fu, and if they grab a site, they can get more protection money.
Zhao Shanhai had long planned to expand the community, but the Hexing Society, which only covered the sky in the city wall, actually started a small community outside the city wall, and it was not so easy to go outside to share a share of the pie. thing.
Chen Jianan must be doing this difficult task right now.
Qiao Wen asked again: "Did the injury on your hand come from a fight?"
Chen Jianan glanced at the scar on his elbow, and said indifferently: "I went to Temple Street to collect the gambling bill, and I had a conflict with a few servants of the club over there. Don't worry, it's okay, the other party I beat him like a grandson."
Qiao Wen smiled and said softly, "Brother Nan, I know you are good at fighting, but don't get addicted to it."
Chen Jianan was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly realized that Qiao Wen didn't like fighting with him the most. It's no wonder that for more than a month, all the work that Master Bao entrusted to him had to be done with fists. The frequency of fighting at both ends in the past three days has made him accustomed to it. Now that he heard Qiao Wen's reminder, he suddenly reacted, and said awkwardly: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion."
Although during this period of time, the two of them didn't have much time to meet each other, but Qiao Wen had actually heard about what Qiao Wen had done to him. In less than two months, he, the new red stick, has already gained the limelight in Hexing Club. Occasionally on the road, I can hear children saying "How about Liang Zai Nan" with admiration on their faces.
His ability was originally suitable for this path, and now he doesn't need to hide his clumsiness anymore, he feels like a fish in water
It's just that if this road is taken too much and it is long, it will eventually lead to the road of harming the world and harming everyone, and it will also lead to a dead end.
Qiao Wen raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "You have to be careful yourself, knives and guns don't last long, and no matter how skilled you are, you may be in danger."
At this moment, Dao Scar and a few horsemen also came over to eat offal. Seeing Chen Jianan, he froze for a moment, then showed a big smile, stepped forward and took out a cigarette, Bow down and offer it with both hands, one mouthful of "Brother Nan", trying his best to flatter him.
Chen Jianan took the cigarette casually, raised his head and looked at him contemptuously, and said, "Okay, okay, don't disturb me to eat."
"Fuck, then Brother Nan and your younger brother eat slowly." Dao Scar and the younger brothers backed away in a friendly manner.
In just two months, the forty-nine boy, Liangzi Nan, who couldn't support himself on the wall, suddenly became the hottest red stick boss of Hexing Society.
It can be seen that the world is unpredictable.
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