love Shigatse

Chapter 85 money?or money?

After the two of them washed up, Sun Lang found a set of his own clothes for Zhang Wei to change into. They were both about the same size and body, so there was nothing wrong with them.

After packing up, the two went out to look for food.

The nightlife in the small town is relatively cool, with a few scattered people swaying on the street.Sun Lang took Zhang Wei to a relatively famous authentic snack bar.

"Two bowls of gourd head steamed buns!" Sun Lang yelled as he entered the door, then picked a clean table and sat down.

"You don't ask me if I want to eat fat sausage, just order it for me." Zhang Wei held his mouth, pretending to be unhappy.

"Thinking too much, I ordered it for myself. What about you, what do you eat, sauerkraut beef noodles or Dichuan buns?" Sun Lang asked, pointing to the big menu on the wall.

Zhang Wei sat down helplessly, unable to speak at all.

"Haha, okay, just kidding. The fat intestines here are very clean, you can try it." Sun Lang smiled and patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder.

"Boring!" With a helpless face, Zhang Wei took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder and wiped them with a piece of paper, before handing them to Sun Lang.

"The gourd head here is really unique. The inner intestine wall is removed when cleaning, no oil is used when stir-frying, and then it has to be stewed with high soup to form a preliminary..." Sun Lang took the chopsticks and began to foam. The introduction stopped abruptly in the middle of the talk, not because I didn’t know what to say next, but because at this moment I suddenly thought of Li Zheng, and remembered that he also introduced himself to food in Lhasa.

"Why don't you say it? I don't know. I'm good at cooking. You can just tell me what you want to eat in the future." Zhang Wei didn't notice Sun Lang's sudden pause, but thought he might just simply forget step.

"Haha, yes." Sun Lang immediately pulled back from his memory, lived in the present, lived in the present, and forgot about him.

After the two had finished their meal talking and laughing, Sun Lang took Zhang Wei to Xiaozhu's bar again.

"Meet a friend and ask something." Seeing Zhang Wei hesitating at the door of the bar, Sun Lang explained.

"I haven't woken up from the wine last night, but you must not drink any more, your body can't take it." Zhang Wei still urged him repeatedly, and didn't follow in until Sun Lang nodded.

It's not a special event period, the door is open, and you pay by the drink as you enter.Similarly, there are no dedicated guards in the box on the second floor.It's just that I ran upstairs and downstairs twice, but I didn't see Xiaozhu's figure.

I had to grab a waiter and ask, "Didn't that Li Runzhu come to work today?"

"Oh, he should be in the office on the second floor with the new boss." After finishing speaking, the waiter turned and continued to greet the guests.

"New boss?" Sun Lang was a little puzzled when he heard this word. Although it was only two days ago that he met Xiaozhu, he hadn't been to this bar for almost three months. Could it be that the boss really changed.

I went up to the second floor without thinking too much. This time, I listened carefully first, then confirmed the location and then tentatively knocked on the door to confirm.

Zhang Wei followed Sun Lang, a little wanting to laugh, as if he was helping the principal to catch the husband who had an affair with the mistress.

"Please come in." The voice from inside the door was very familiar, and Sun Lang's face immediately darkened.Zhang Wei also put away his cynicism and became serious.

When I opened the door, I saw Duck and Xiaozhu looking at each other. It can be seen that they seemed to be arguing about something a second ago, but at this moment, there was a little panic and shame in their eyes.

"New boss?" Sun Lang smiled mockingly, "Can you explain my good brother?"

"Brother Lang, listen to me." Xiaozhu immediately got up from his seat and approached Sun Lang.

"I'm listening." Sun Lang didn't wait for him to approach, and sat down on the sofa first, and then Zhang Wei immediately sat beside him, intentionally separating the distance between Xiaozhu and Sun Lang.

"The original boss didn't want to do it, so Brother Hao and I took some money and bought this store." Xiaozhu said while taking out two bottles of mineral water from the box next to him and putting them on the table.

Duck's original name was Li Hao, but it wasn't Xiao Zhu's call Hao brother, I almost didn't remember it, he could still be called so loudly.

"I don't know how much money you have, but I know how many catties and taels the ducks are. If it's really normal to sell this store, won't you tell me? Duck, won't you lend me some money? Don't judge me This has always been an excuse for something at home." Sun Lang continued to be aggressive, wanting to hear the truth.

"Brother Lang, we are really a shop that takes the normal procedures. You work in the financial office, you should know..." Xiao Zhumoto wanted to say something, but the duck stopped him.

"Lang, you were the one who helped me when I was in school. You brought me delicious food and gave me half of the money you won. You also took care of me when you came back as a soldier. Those difficult people you met when you were playing Bobang You came forward to help me solve the problem. As for Xiaozhu, you saved him when he was a child, and I know this. We are grateful to you, but this is just gratitude, but it does not mean that we are your little brother and yours. Followers, we can’t have our own ideas and propositions. It is true that this store was not obtained by our normal means. The former boss had a wife and son, but let Xiaozhu follow him for five years. Could it be possible to exchange these five years for 20 yuan and then sell it? Is there anything wrong with this small shop? Don’t care if we are smart or not, the world is always laughing at the poor and not laughing at the prostitutes. Only those who have money are qualified to talk about character, and those who have no money and noble character can have a dick.” The tone of the long talk is very light, but every word seems to be engraved in the heart.

Is money really that important if you know people, face, but not heart?Is fame and fortune really that important?Why do you lose yourself one by one for these?