My stall is a bit fierce

Zhao Zifeng looked carefully, and suddenly his old face blushed, and hurriedly walked out without looking away.

He Xiaoyu outside the door obviously saw his movements, Zhao Zifeng went out, He Xiaoyu immediately walked in with his head down, put his underwear in his arms, and went back to the bedroom blushing.

Zhao Zifeng was so embarrassed that he went back to the room in despair.

After tossing and turning all night, Zhao Zifeng woke up yawning early the next morning, and saw He Xiaoyu who was busy in the kitchen.

"Are you awake? I saw that you have a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator, so I made some breakfast."

Zhao Zifeng looked at the dining table in surprise. There were soft-boiled fried eggs, vegetable salad, and two sandwiches wrapped in corners.

"How embarrassing that is."

He moved his index finger and said polite words in his mouth, but he stretched out his hand to the chopsticks honestly.

After taking a sip, he sighed, "Your craftsmanship is good."

"I learned from the chef at home."

He Xiaoyu said: "Brother Zhao, I thought about it, I may have to stay with you for a while, and I will set up a stall with you in the future to help you with housework."

"Are you sure? In fact, I don't look so poor. It's okay to have an extra mouth to eat."

Although Zhao Zifeng didn't know why He Xiaoyu had fallen to this point, but looking at the Chanel trench coat she was wearing, he knew that she was probably a delicate young lady, and it was really unbearable for such a girl to set up a street stall with him.

He Xiaoyu is very firm: "I can't repay your life-saving grace now, but it's okay to do what I can. It's not easy for you to set up a street stall. It's always easier to have one more person to help."

Zhao Zifeng really wanted to say, girl, you really misunderstood, I have hundreds of millions a day, it is actually quite easy to get money.

But before he could say anything, the system popped up suddenly.

"Ding! Please note that the host is about to reach the upper limit of this month's cargo replenishment, and the current remaining amount is: 2000 million equivalent cargo."

What the hell!

Zhao Zifeng almost vomited blood, he thought that there was no upper limit for the system's supply of goods, and the emotion was actually a trigger reminder!
In other words, you can only earn another 2000 million this month?

Looking at the cheat book of "Ba Gua Zhang" yesterday, Zhao Zifeng found that there was a medicinal soup for strengthening the muscles and bones. He originally planned to use the system to change it, but now it seems that it is better to spend money to buy it.

He was thinking, seeing He Xiaoyu looking at him all the time, he suppressed his thoughts and said, "Alright then, I will trouble you later."...

In the next few days, Zhao Zifeng went out of the stall and bought medicinal materials to exercise his muscles and bones, but he lived a comfortable life.

With the help of a beautiful woman like He Xiaoyu, the street stall's business improved a lot. In less than three days, he made a full 2000 million yuan.

On this day, Zhao Zifeng planned to take He Xiaoyu to have a good meal when he returned home from the stall, but the phone rang just as the tricycle was parked.

Picking it up, it turned out that it was Zhou Guowei, who was at the same table in high school.

"Brother Feng, Chen Guoqing held a class reunion at Binjiang Hotel, will you come tonight?"

"Chen Guoqing? Forget it, as you know, I have always been at odds with him." Zhao Zifeng refused.

"Don't, let's get together after a long time. Chen Guoqing pretended to cover the expenses, and you will be taken advantage of!" Zhou Guowei tried his best to persuade: "You didn't watch the group, he didn't know what he was crazy these days, Scolding you in the group every day, if you don't come today, wouldn't he be more proud."

Zhao Zifeng was stunned for a moment, and clicked on the group to see, sure enough, Chen Guoqing almost scolded him all over the screen, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of meat.

The clay figurine was still angry, not to mention that Zhao Zifeng was a straightforward person.

Seeing it, his heart was burning, and he sneered: "Okay, I know, I will come tonight."...

In the evening, Binjiang Hotel.

Chen Guoqing was dressed in a custom-made suit and stood at the door looking like a dog, chatting and laughing with his high school classmates.

"Oh, Young Master Chen, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still so forthright."

"Yes, yes, Binjiang Hotel is the only five-star hotel in Jinhai. A meal here will cost a lot of money."

"Who is Young Master Chen, what is a meal?"

"Haha, it's trivial."

Chen Guoqing was a little flattered by the series of flattery, and said proudly: "It's only twenty to thirty thousand, little money."

These words immediately attracted a bunch of compliments.

Someone suddenly said: "Where is Zhao Zifeng, is he here today?"

Chen Guoqing's face darkened, and he snorted: "Why do you mention this poor man, I didn't invite him."

Before the words were finished, a taxi drove to the door and stopped.

Zhao Zifeng opened the door and got out of the car, just in time to see Chen Guoqing surrounded by a lot of people.

A classmate who wanted to flatter him jumped out and said, "Hey, isn't this the top student in our class, Zhao Zifeng? Why, you can't afford a car even now?"

"Haha, what kind of car can this kid afford! I saw him setting up a street stall on the pedestrian street just a few days ago!"

"No, it's so miserable?"

"Tsk tsk, the school belle was really blind back then, and she actually fell in love with him! Fortunately, they have already broken up, or else they will regret that they didn't choose our Young Master Chen?"

Chen Guoqing also showed complacency: "Zhao Zifeng, you are too cheap, I didn't even invite you, do you still have the face to come over for dinner?"

Zhao Zifeng said lightly: "Who said I came here for dinner?"

Chen Guoqing was slightly taken aback.

Some students said: "Zhao Zifeng, you have the face to come here to eat and drink, but you don't have the face to admit it?"

"That's right, what is the Binhai Hotel? You're poor and don't come here to eat and drink. Could it be that you're here to spend?"

Chen Guoqing sneered: "No matter what you are here for, you are not welcome wherever I am! Security, send him away!"

The two security guards next to him obviously had already received their orders. Hearing this, they immediately came over and dragged Zhao Zifeng: "Sir, please come with us..."

Zhao Zifeng slapped the security guard away, and said coldly, "Didn't your manager tell you? I'm booking the place here today."

The voice fell, and the surroundings fell silent.

Many students laughed out loud.

"Zhao Zifeng, you've had too much to drink, can you reserve the venue?"

"Exactly! This is the Riverside Hotel. Do you know how much it costs to book a room here for one night?"

Zhao Zifeng said indifferently: "Isn't it just 50. A few days ago, a fool just paid me 100 million. I still have this money."

Chen Guoqing almost died of anger: "Zhao Zifeng, are you him..."

Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes ran out of the lobby, who was the manager of the hotel.

"What are you doing? Get out of here!"

The middle-aged man pushed away the two security guards, and immediately bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, these two are newcomers... What are you doing in a daze! Let these people leave quickly, disturbing Mr. Zhao's interest , I can't spare you!"

Chen Guoqing almost exploded with anger: "Manager Tan, what do you mean, I made the reservation first!"

Manager Tan looked back, and said calmly: "It's Young Master Chen? Sorry, Mr. Zhao said that he will pay for your breach of contract fee for the hotel."

Chen Guoqing was furious: "Then he is my money!"

Zhao Zifeng was cheerful: "Xiao Chen, what you said is wrong, that 100 million is your money for buying antiques."

"Are you he..."

Chen Guoqing gritted his teeth and stared at Zhao Zifeng, as if he wanted to curse, but then sneered: "Zhao Zifeng, do you still remember your first love? She is with me now, isn't it hard?"

"Oh, really?"

Zhao Zifeng's face was calm: "Then congratulations on picking up a pair of broken shoes. Oh, by the way, my girlfriend is coming soon, and I will introduce you to each other later."

Before the words were finished, a taxi drove up, and He Xiaoyu pushed the door and walked out.