Star of tomorrow

Having never eaten pork and seen pigs running, Ji Xing thinks his idea is still very good.

Prices in the Golden Triangle are extremely low. There used to be a large number of factories here, so there are many wholesalers, large and small.At that time, clothes and utensils can be sold, make a hodgepodge, and then take some beautiful retro photos to make it a little fresher. You can also try cultural creation, sell white T-shirts with logo or pattern customization, and you can also get some Golden Triangle retro The small surroundings of the old street.

Isn't this very distinctive?He is simply a genius!

It's a pity that the first step was lost in the deposit for opening the store. Ji Xing took his mobile phone to swipe X Bao for a while. He didn't use this thing much before, so someone would buy what he needed. He just needs to move his mouth.

Looking at it now, he thinks that his "genius" ideas are everywhere on the platform, even the small peripherals of the Golden Triangle are a basket, and there are even hand-painted postcards of the Golden Triangle around the 70s, which are particularly retro.

When Qi Chen came to practice in the afternoon, he saw Ji Xing wearing a mask and an apron, serious and crazily pedaling a spinning bike, trying to take off, panting.

Qi Chen: "..."

He threw his bag over his shoulder, stood beside Ji Xing with one hand in his pocket, and looked him up and down: "What are you doing?"

"Thinking, life!" You have to take a breath when you say two words.

Qi Chen shook his head: "Your physical fitness..."

Ji Xing made a "stop" gesture, and said while pedaling: "I'm very upset right now, don't talk about me!"

Qi Chen had no choice but to shut up, turned around and walked towards the dressing room. After walking a few steps, he heard footsteps behind him. Ji Xing was sweating, and his short hair was stuck to his full forehead. He chased after him and frowned and said: "Why don't you comfort me?!"

Qi Chen: "..."

Qi Chen opened the door of the dressing room, and said helplessly, "What's wrong with you?"

"What is 'again'?" Ji Xing squeezed into the door, sat down on a chair, collapsed into a salted fish, "Why did I 'again'? Sure enough, in your eyes, I am a special kind of troublemaker, right? "

Qi Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he opened the closet, took the trousers and gloves, stuffed the bag in, and said, "Don't distort my meaning at will."

Ji Xing clicked his tongue, seeing Qi Chen resting on the closet door with one hand and staring at himself silently, raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Why are you looking at me? You are busy with your work, leave me alone."

Qi Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm going to change my clothes."

Ji Xing shook his toes, absent-mindedly: "Yes."

Qi Chen: "..."

Qi Chen hesitated for a moment, took off his vest with one hand and threw it into the closet, revealing his strong chest muscles and flat abdominal muscles. Ji Xing's attention was immediately attracted, he looked up and down, and tapped his fingers unconsciously on the side of his legs.Qi Chen looked down at him, took off his trousers, his strong waistline disappeared into the edge of the black underwear, his upturned buttocks were wrapped very elastically, his legs were slender and straight, his thigh muscles were slightly stretched, and his skin was firm. It makes people have the urge to take a bite.

Ji Xing's throat moved. Qi Chen had already changed into sweatpants, with gloves dangling from his mouth, and bent over to take off his shoes.

Ji Xing couldn't hold back, and took a photo of Qi Chen with his mobile phone.

Qi Chen: "..."

Qi Chen turned his head to look over, his sharp short hair couldn't hide his sharp facial features at all, and the way he looked sideways in the dark dressing room showed a bit of wild aggressiveness.

Any picture is like a portrait of a macho, so handsome.

Qi Chen strode over, stepping barefoot on the concrete floor like an elegant cheetah, without making a sound.

"What did you shoot?"

"Shooting you." Ji Xing hid back, held up the phone and held it far away to show him, "Nothing else, just this one!"

Qi Chen frowned: "Deleted."

"Why?" Ji Xing didn't understand, "If I don't send it to others, I will..."

Qi Chen leaned over and put his hands on the sides of his chair, completely blocking him from his sight.His voice was low, his naked upper body was almost touching Ji Xing, and his oppressive aura made it hard to breathe.

"deleted."

Ji Xing: "..."

Ji Xing didn't want to quarrel with him, so he curled his lips and said, "Delete, delete, delete! Is your face valuable? Take a picture

Will not work? "

He deleted the photos in front of Qi Chen, but Qi Chen didn't let him go: "The ones in the trash can are also deleted."

Ji Xing's little thought was seen through, he held his mobile phone and glanced around, suddenly pointed in the direction of the door and said, "Wow handsome guy!"

Qi Chen thought someone was coming in, subconsciously took a step back, Ji Xing slipped out from under his arm in an instant, and ran away without looking back.

Qi Chen: "..."

The work in the boxing gym is monotonous and boring. Although he doesn't need to be exposed to the wind and the sun, Ji Xing still decides to challenge himself.

Of course it’s not opening an X Treasure store. He figured it out. He can’t win with low prices alone. He doesn’t have that much money to guarantee the supply of goods and publicity. Not to mention, it’s just the advertising bidding on the platform. Now he doesn't even have the qualifications to negotiate with others.

Business is not easy.

Ji Xing rode a small battery, wore a small vest with the name of the food delivery platform printed on it, and chugs across the street with a helmet on, delivering food to people.Fortunately for him, the rent of this electric car is very low, but the car may be seventeen or eighty old, and it is really not easy to use, and it rattles all the way.

Ji Xing felt guilty, always feeling that it would spontaneously ignite or fall apart in the next second.

He heard that takeaways make a lot of money, so he wanted to see if he could make some extra money—anyway, he had finished his work in the boxing gym today, so he was still free.

Uh-huh, he is really a hardworking person, which is really rare among dudes—when he passed the glass door in front of a grocery store, he looked at his high-spirited shadow and clicked his tongue narcissistically.

How do you say that?The harder you work, the luckier you get!

It was almost evening, Qi Chen took a shower in the shower room of the boxing gym, and was going to wait for Ji Xing to get today's wages and go home together.He stood by the window and wiped his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure downstairs wearing a helmet, walking through the streets and alleys in a serious manner, going back and forth three times on the same road.Qi Chen laughed at it, took out the old man's mobile phone from his bag and called the other party.

"Hello?!" Ji Xing was very angry, and his little patience was worn down by the old house number with wrong signs.

He felt that his mood swings in the Golden Triangle were so big that he couldn't control it at all, and he didn't want to control it.

Qi Chen said, "What are you doing?"

"Deliver food! Fuck me!" Ji Xing couldn't help cursing, "What's the matter with this road? Navigation is useless! And these house numbers? They're all gone!"

Qi Chen almost laughed out loud, but Hao Xuan restrained himself and said with a straight face: "Which household? Tell me?"

Ji Xing looked at the takeaway list and read the address, Qi Chen said, "It's just across from you, diagonally across from the ice cream stand, next to the red and blue sun umbrellas, see?"

Ji Xing hurried forward to take a closer look, and finally found the rusty house number on one side in the corner.

Ji Xing hurriedly ran into the building with his things, and came back to his senses: "Huh? Did you see me?"

"Seeing you running back and forth three times, I thought you were playing hide-and-seek with someone."

Ji Xing knocked on the door and was talking to someone out of breath. It was obvious that Huo Dacheng was like this, and his professionalism was quite high. Through the receiver, he could hear his panting and laughing tone, saying: "Hi, have a nice meal. "

Qi Chen hooked the corner of his mouth, and the partner trainer next to him looked at him curiously: "Oh! Is it going to rain red? You actually laughed? It's too scary!"

Qi Chen put away his smile in an instant, and said calmly, "Get lost."

Ji Xing went downstairs after delivering the meal, and when he heard the words, he immediately frowned: "Who are you letting go?!"

Qi Chen kicked the training partner's knee, dismissed him, and said helplessly in a low voice, "It's not about you."

Ji Xing only delivered to the Golden Triangle area, which should be very simple, but he was not familiar with the roads, and he didn't run many orders in the afternoon.When parking, a bicycle was parked next to it, and I don't know who did it. The kickstand was protruding outside. He didn't notice, and he scratched his calf in an instant.

Qi Chen couldn't wait for him to come back to collect his wages, so he had to help him get his money, and went to find someone with his bag, only to see poor Ji Xing limping with red eyes downstairs.

From a short distance away, Qi Chen saw the opposite party at a glance.

Fang's injured calf.

The blood was winding on the delicate skin, which was particularly dazzling.

Qi Chen frowned involuntarily, asked Ji Xing to carry the bag for him, and carried him on his back without saying a word.He strode fast and didn't ask Ji Xing how he did it. He held his hand firmly and carefully avoided the injury on his leg.

Such a straightforward and caring action made Ji Xing's nose sore, his heart softened for a moment, and the hand around Qi Chen's neck involuntarily tightened a little.

Qi Chen took him to Aunt Liu's first, borrowed hydrogen peroxide and alcohol, and gave him a brief treatment.

While spraying alcohol, Ji Xing tightly grabbed Qi Chen's clothes, his knuckles turned white, tears rolled in his eyes, but he couldn't help but yell out.

"Can't you deal with it yourself first?" Qi Chen reprimanded, "Don't you have a bit of common sense? What if you get infected?"

"It's just a small, small injury." Ji Xing gritted his teeth, his expression indifferent, as if he wasn't the one who almost cried in pain before.

Qi Chen looked at his red eyes, and couldn't help but tighten his mouth, with a fierce expression on his face: "Can't you be more careful when doing things? Forget it, it's useless to say it."

Ji Xing glared at him, but thinking about his kindness, he curled his lips and said, "I see."

Qi Chen was suddenly surprised: "You won't talk back this time?"

Ji Xing gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes. He didn't know if it hurt, and said, "Am I that person who doesn't know what to do? Am I?!"

Aunt Liu smiled and listened to what they said to each other, even Qi Chen didn't realize that when he talked to Ji Xing, his expression and tone seemed to come back to life, and he was no longer so lifeless.

Aunt Liu took out the yogurt and stuffed it into Ji Xing's hands: "I told you to be careful, and I didn't say anything wrong. My son's body hurts and my mother's heart hurts. If this leaves a scar, when your parents see it, they will die of sadness? "

Ji Xing muttered: "Men, isn't it sexy to have scars? Look at him..."

He said, before Qi Chen could react, he put his arms around Qi Chen's neck, pulled him down and pointed to the old wound on his brow bone, saying: "This scar is very good, it means there is a story."

The two of them were almost touching their faces, and Ji Xing's hair scratched the side of Qi Chen's face, making it itchy.

Qi Chen couldn't laugh or cry: "What story? When I was a child, I hit a tree at the head of the village. Is that also a story?"

Ji Xing: "..."

Ji Xing stared: "Really?"

Aunt Liu laughed, and offered to give yogurt to Qi Chen, but Qi Chen waved his hand and declined, and Ji Xing asked casually, "Auntie, where is your child? How old is it?"

Aunt Liu's smile paused slightly, and she said vaguely, "It's about the same age as you..."

Qi Chen rubbed Ji Xing's hair, hinting to him not to ask more questions, and pulled him up from the chair.