Nouveau riche love story

It is an extremely comfortable thing to have the breeze blowing against the road, especially in such a spring day, it is neither cold nor hot.

There is no particularly important thing that needs to be rushed, just walking slowly on the road, I feel that the whole soul feels fluttering and comfortable.

Chen Jing'an's teacher has a small business in the local area. The two of them came out of the hotel and didn't walk for long.

The small business that Chen Jing'an was talking about was a mahjong parlor, and Shang Xiaochen couldn't imagine what a mahjong parlor opened by a postgraduate professor would look like.

The mahjong parlor is located in a corner of the bustling downtown area. Although I don't know how much the daily turnover is, Shang Xiaochen can tell that the rent of this house may not be cheap.

From the outside, it looks like a normal-sized door, and when you walk in, there is a universe inside, and there is a Swarovski crystal chandelier hanging on the roof. The hall is not big, but there are universes inside each small door.

Shang Xiaochen is a businessman. He walked around on the first floor and understood how powerful it must be to open such a mahjong parlor.

This legendary Professor Wang is really not an ordinary person.

Moreover, the people who came to play mahjong were not all retired uncles as Shang Xiaochen thought, there were young, middle-aged and old men and women.

He even carried an LV bag during the period and was dressed in plain clothes. A few girls reserved a private room and had a good time.

It's not that he has any prejudice against these people who are playing mahjong in full swing, it's because people who have a little fear of crowds really don't want to get together to join in the fun.

Shang Xiaochen, who wandered around the various chess and card tables, began to doubt life, and began to think about why he agreed to accompany Chen Jingan to the mahjong parlor when he was fine. With this leisure, he went to the vegetable market in front of his house to experience such a lively atmosphere Is it not good?

Chen Jing'an had already noticed the person next to him who had been a bit out of control since he entered the door, so he led him around silently before he showed the limited-edition gold card to the well-dressed waiter at the front hall .

The waiter standing at the front desk is a young guy who has been serving all the guests with a very decent smile.

Seeing the authenticity and membership registration information of this person holding a gold card on the machine, he began to desperately suppress the corners of his mouth that kept rising, and graciously led the two upstairs.

Going up one floor, another world fell into Shang Xiaochen's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, there are still many chess and card tables.

It's just that the atmosphere is quite different from downstairs, it's too quiet to talk about. If you don't see the mahjong and playing cards piled up on each table, and you look at you from a distance, some people will believe that you are an expert sitting and giving a seminar.

Shang Xiaochen began to understand why these people were so-called gold members. They didn't care whether they won or lost a game. Winning a game or losing a game would not have any impact on their worth.

I don't know why, but this kind of quiet air seems to be full of unbearable impulses. The walls with crystal reliefs and the huge magic chandelier overhead reflect each other.

There is no RMB, and there is an accounting book next to it. He vaguely feels that these are the bosses of various companies, and they are here to discuss business by playing mahjong.

Everyone sitting here is obviously doing things like spending money like water, but all of them look relaxed.

Father Shang often said that he was born with the blood of a businessman in his bones. He didn't take it seriously at first, but the more he grew up, the more he found that what he said was true. The keen sense of smell in the business field is really not developed.

Looking around, everyone was looking at the cards in their hands. On the surface, no one seemed to care about the two young people who came up from downstairs.

But Shang Xiaochen clearly felt that they were being watched since they came up.

If he guessed right, it should be the gentleman sitting in the rest area drinking tea.

He looks over 60 years old, wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, and doesn't have any expensive accessories on his hands.

Taking a quick look at it, I really can't tell that there is anything special about it compared to ordinary middle-aged people. Maybe whoever is sitting here can be an idler?

Chen Jing'an also saw him, so he walked over with big strides, and Shang Xiaochen followed closely behind and went together.

"teacher"

A few people entered the box, the old man was not as serious as Shang Xiaochen thought, on the contrary he was a very casual person, he was a little casual.

The Beijing accent mixed in Mandarin made him feel that this master should not open a mahjong parlor in Chongqing, but should walk in the alleys of Beijing, playing cards with cages and birds.

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"Xiaochen, how old are you? Have you eaten? What kind of wine do you usually drink?"

Ever since he was seated, the old man has never heard of what he said, and he hasn't even spoken to his students.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a man, and the old man looked at him with loving eyes, Shang Xiaochen would definitely have reason to believe that this guy was trying to trick him.

He answered one by one, and after a while, the waiter put all kinds of snacks in front of him. It is said that they were made by a good cook.

It's also thanks to following Chen Jing'an, otherwise he would have suspected something tricky with such excessive enthusiasm.

It was only after he had refreshments here that the old man remembered that there was a student sitting on his right.

"Well, yes, it looks more calm than before."

With his understanding of the former teacher, Chen Jing'an couldn't help but beat the gong in his heart. His teacher never praised him easily, and once he praised him, there must be no good things.

He looked at the box, guessed in his heart, and his face collapsed before he could speak.

"Teacher, you... don't you plan to give up this place to Wang Quan again?"

The old man clapped his hands twice and exclaimed: "My students are really smart, it's really not in vain."

Chen Jing'an felt as if he had been hit in the heart, and there was a look on his usually calm face.

"Teacher, your son is not yet 21 years old this year. You have bought such a large property. The child is too young to support it!"

The old man cast a trusting look at Chen Jing'an, and said lovingly: "My good boy, don't you still have you? You two brothers help each other. Teacher, although I am your teacher, I can be a teacher for a day and a father for life, and the teacher will not I have treated you badly, so I have to run for you."

Shang Xiaochen secretly sighed, thinking: This old man didn't have any good ideas!

Naihe ate his tea and gagged his mouth.

As the saying goes: "Eating other people's mouth is soft", it is really not good to give others advice while eating other people's food.

Chen Jing'an took a deep breath, and said helplessly, "Teacher, it's almost done, it's enough, really."

The old man glared at Chen Jing'an, and said, "How can you be so unambitious at such a young age? When you are young, it is time to strive for your career. If you don't like doing too much, how can you have more time?"