If You Don't Accept the Confession, Why Are You Crying When I Change My Mind?

After returning to the dormitory.

The cold wind outside was blowing like a goblin.

Jiang Zhou looked at the Patek Philippe in his hand with a heavy heart.

The Feng family aunt really knew her existence.

The venture capital meeting should not be able to escape.

Otherwise, the timing of these two events at the same time would be too coincidental.

What does too coincidental mean?

It's just that he doesn't believe these two things are unrelated!

But what does Aunt Feng mean?

Let Feng Siruo bring him a 7 watch?

Leave my niece, this watch is yours?

Impossible, he can't look down on the 700,000 now.

Jiang Zhou was holding this watch, and he always felt up and down in his heart.

Aunt Feng has already shot once.

If it wasn't for being smart, he might have really fallen into trouble.

This time, he shot again and gave him a watch.

Rao is such a smart person as Jiang Zhou, and he doesn't know what trick this is.

Could it be that when you adjust the time yourself, the dial will fly out of the rainstorm pear flower needle?

Of course not. Aunt Feng wouldn't be so naughty.

Right……?

Jiang Zhou suddenly felt that his brain was not enough.

At this moment, the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhang Guangfa came in with a bag of fried buns.

He glanced at the watch on Jiang Zhou's desk, and his eyes widened.

"Patek Philippe?!"

"Well, do you know each other?"

Zhang Guangfa wiped his hands and wanted to take it when he came over.

As a result, Jiang Zhou slapped him down.

"Look at it? It's not true!"

Jiang Zhou sneered: "Do you think I look like someone who wears fakes?"

Zhang Guangfa was silent for a while: "Your food delivery business is so profitable?"

"No, it was given by an elder."

"Fuck, why didn't the elder give me a piece? In other words, even if it's not an elder, give me a piece, and I will let him be my elder!"

Jiang Zhou ignored him and looked at the watch over and over.

He still hasn't figured out, where is the mechanism of this watch?

Rainstorm pear needles are impossible.

But since the Feng family aunt wanted to contact her.

There shouldn't be any information left.

"Hey, when I pretended to be rich and flirted with girls, I deliberately learned about this watch."

"Really? Then tell me how many hands this watch has."

Zhang Guangfa was stunned by the question: "I really haven't noticed this..."

Jiang Zhou sneered: "With your IQ, how did you get admitted to Beijing, what watch doesn't have three needles!?"

"Damn it, I'm talking to you about business affairs, don't keep ripping me off."

"Then what else do you know? Say something useful."

Zhang Guangfa was silent for a long time: "It's been too long, I almost forgot, I just remember a very classic advertising slogan."

Jiang Zhou put the watch back into the box: "What advertising word? Let's hear it."

"No one can own a Patek Philippe, it's just keeping it for the next generation."

"Damn, so arrogant?"

"Yeah, the first time I heard it, I felt very arrogant!"

Jiang Zhou thinks that luxury goods are really IQ tax.

Although the workmanship is first-class and the machinery is precise, as for the sale of 700,000.

and……

and many more……

Don't panic...

what's coming...

Jiang Zhou suddenly frowned and picked up the watch in disbelief.

What did the advert say just now?

"Afa, say it again!"

Zhang Guangfa gritted his teeth: "I felt very arrogant the first time I heard it!"

Jiang Zhou held his forehead: "What I'm talking about is asking you to repeat that advertisement!"

"Oh, no one can own a Patek Philippe, just keep it for the next generation."

hum-

Jiang Zhou's eyes widened instantly.

No one can own a Patek Philippe.

Just keep it for the next generation?

Twenty short words floated past his eyes one by one.

Then he had a very far-fetched idea.

How can there be a next generation?

Well, this involves a very good action noun.

But no matter what, you have to get married, right?

Although some people do have children directly across the marriage.

But he Jiang Zhou is not such a person.

What does the aunt of the Feng family mean by giving this watch?

Do you have a next generation with Feng Siruo?

Could this be the message she wanted to convey to herself?

Otherwise, why give yourself a watch for no reason?

“…｀ 〃…”

The corner of Jiang Zhou's mouth couldn't help twitching.

Let's just say ha.

Are the rich people doing things so nonsensical these days?

Do yourself a favor first, then show your support?

It shouldn't.

This obviously shouldn't be the case.

However, it has been more than two months since the venture capital meeting today.

It seems that something must have happened during this time.

Either Feng's aunt has changed her mind.

Either...it's a smoke bomb.

Jiang Zhou thought for a long time.

By the way, don't you have a little spy?

Jiang Zhou picked up his mobile phone and quickly opened Feng Yiyi's QQ.

"Little Erhuo, have you slept yet?"

"No, young people stay up late and don't sleep."

Jiang Zhou's fingers fluttered: "I want to ask you something, what's the latest news from your aunt?"

"Auntie came back tonight, but I don't know why, I feel that she is very happy to go to Beijing this time."

"Are you sure you're happy?"

"Well, she also brought me a lot of snacks."

Jiang Zhou frowned slightly: "In this way, help me test your aunt."

Feng Yiyi made a shivering expression: "Don't, I'm afraid."

"Don't ask any other questions, just say you guess your sister is in love, and ask if it's true."

"Ah? Didn't you say she was going to break up you, didn't she just hit the gun?"

"She already knows my existence, so it doesn't matter if you ask."

Feng Yiyi made a pitiful expression: "Is it any good for me?"

Jiang Zhou thought about it: "I'll give you a super-Q membership for ten years, plus all kinds of messy drills!"

"..."

"Can't you?"

"Brother-in-law, I'm rich."

Damn me, damn rich woman!

Jiang Zhou is really angry with this kind of person.

But no way, his little spy is still very useful.

Besides, this is the only way to contact the Feng family now.

"Well, I'll grant you a request at will, no matter what it is."

"Okay, then it's settled, I'll ask now."

Jiang Zhou rolled over and lay on the bed, putting the phone to his ear.

After a while, the prompt sound suddenly rang.

"Brother-in-law and brother-in-law, I'm done asking!"

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I asked my sister if she was in a relationship, but my aunt's answer was inexplicable."

"tell me the story."

"She said that since she wants to do business, wearing a famous watch will not be looked down upon."

"..."

"Brother-in-law, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, go do your homework."

"Oh."

Jiang Zhou put down his phone and was silent for a long time.

It seems that Aunt Feng has an unexpected understanding of herself.

She could actually guess that Feng Yiyi sent it by herself.

But since she said so, it means that this watch is with good intentions.

In this way, the Feng family does not need to worry too much for the time being.

For a huge Feng family, it's really hard to deal with him.

There is absolutely no need to slap a sweet date.

Well, go to sleep.

Jiang Zhou clarified his thoughts, turned his head and landed on the pillow.

The next morning, the air was a little colder.

Before Jiang Zhou could get up, he was woken up by a rush of bells.

In a daze, he picked up the phone and connected it.

The opposite immediately remembered Lu Qiang's eager voice.

"Boss, it's not good, the Fashion Institute and the Normal University have rebelled!"

"What the hell? Can you say something human?"

Lu Qiang took a deep breath: "We delivered takeout this morning, and there were a lot of people blocking the school gate, and riders were not allowed to enter!"

Jiang Zhou immediately woke up after listening to it: "What do you mean? I have already discussed it with the school."

"We don't know, there are more and more orders being returned now!"

"Don't panic, take the rider back first, and I'll ask Su Nan to make an announcement."

"What about the takeout that's already done?"

"Those are not yours to control, watch the riders first, and don't quarrel with the school over delivery fees!"

"Okay, I got it!"

Jiang Zhou got dressed immediately and called Su Nan: "Xiao Naner, something happened, you can go to the house of the dry cook with me."

Su Nan was also in a daze: "What's the matter, what happened?"

"Fashion College and Normal University do not allow on-campus meal delivery. Please notify the merchant first that meals at these two addresses will not be served!"

"My God, how could something like this happen?"

"I don't know, you quickly go to the website to make an announcement, and I'll check the situation."

"Oh, then I'll get up right away!"

Hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhou immediately went downstairs and drove to the nearest normal university.

Sure enough, the door was blocked by a crowd of people.

Lu Qiang was at the door, talking to them angrily.

It's just that the iron gate is strictly guarded by them.

Even the students who came out were stopped by them in the school.

"Boss, are you finally here?"

"What's the situation? Did you ask clearly, are they teachers in the school?"

Lu Qiang shook his head: "No, it's all the cooks in the school cafeteria and the aunts who cook!"

Jiang Zhou was stunned for a moment: "It's not surprising that they caused trouble."

"But we can't deliver food, can we?"

"I went to contact the school leaders first, and all orders from these two schools were cancelled."

After Jiang Zhou finished speaking, he drove back to the house of the dry cook.

He didn't find it strange at all that people in the university cafeteria would make trouble.

Because the current university is like this, the cafeteria is outsourced.

What they pay the school is the rental fee, and the money they make goes into their own pockets.

But since the promotion of Ganfan people, students have gradually become accustomed to online ordering.

This will definitely affect the business of the school cafeteria.

Especially now that it's still winter.

The students didn't even want to go out under the covers, so how could they go to the cafeteria to eat.

It was also at this time that the number of orders from the cooks rose sharply.

My own business has undoubtedly greatly reduced the income of the canteen.

But blocking the door and not letting you in is so disgusting.

The catering market in Shanghai is so big, it is up to you how many customers you attract.

You can't look at other businesses' good business, and keep the door closed to prevent guests from entering, right?

It was difficult for Jiang Zhou to be a dry cook in the beginning.

To have today's results, is it not relying on a little bit of propaganda?

When did he do this trick?

Did he find a way to hire someone to smash the cafeteria?

He told the students, if you don't order from my cook, you will starve to death?

The cafeterias of these two universities suddenly did this, which definitely turned the benign competition into a vicious one.

After returning to the dry man's house.

Su Nan has cancelled all orders from both schools.

And an announcement was posted on the website, temporarily not providing the food delivery business of the School of Fashion and the Teachers College.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zhou called Director Jiao of Normal University.

"¨.Hey, Director Jiao, do you know about the school cafeteria blocking the door to prevent riders from entering?"

"The security department has already told me that I am discussing with the person in charge of the canteen!"

Jiang Zhou frowned: "You can tell me about their requirements, they can't block me every day, so how do students eat?"

Director Jiao sighed: "Their request is not to let you deliver meals, otherwise they will sue us and say we have violated the contract."

"What about online ordering?"

"Or... let's slow down for the time being, and wait for us to discuss the result."

"..."

Jiang Zhou was silent for a long time: "Just because we don't have a contract? So you can sacrifice me?"

Director Jiao was silent for a while: "After all, our support for you is free, but they are rented canteens that cost money."

"Okay, I see."

Jiang Zhou hung up the phone and called the director of the School Affairs Office of the Fashion Institute.

The result was the same answer.

There is a contract between the school and the canteen.

But there is no contract with Jiang Zhou and no fees.

Therefore, they have to sacrifice Jiang Zhou and suspend the delivery of food on campus.

This will soothe the mood of the canteen manager.

Anyway, the students didn't starve to death before takeaways appeared.

This is what they came up with, the best solution.

"Boss, what can we do?"

"Why are you panicking, it's not that the sky is falling, make me a cup of tea."

Su Nan pouted, and he made a cup of tea: "Why don't you panic when anything happens?"

Jiang Zhou looked at her: "What can I do if I panic, the cafeterias of those two schools will allow me to exist?"

"But now, although we are promoting takeaways across the city, the largest number of orders is still in the university town."

"Well, I know this, we can't lose the business of these two schools."

"Then do you have a solution?"

Jiang Zhou pulled her over and sat beside him: "I ask you, what is the relationship between the school and the cafeteria?"

Su Nan thought for a while: "A partnership, the school collects rent, and the cafeteria makes money."

"Then let me ask you again, if the old canteen in the school closes down, what will the school do?"

"That's okay, school catering is fat, and many people are staring at it. If this contractor collapses, then change to another one."

Jiang Zhou nodded: "Then find a way to close the troubled cafeteria."

Su Nan seemed to have heard the Arabian Nights: "Boss, we are students, how can we do it?"

"We can't do it, but someone can."

"Who?"

"You think about it carefully?"

Su Nan frowned: "You mean Director Yan?"

Jiang Zhou shook his head: "Old man Yan also has the right to speak in our school, and he has no influence on other schools."

"Then I don't know, I must have never seen such a person.".