A sickly bamboo horse dressed as a villain

"By the way, Haozai said that you spent the night with the leading dancer in Lido last night, is it true?"

Although this is not a big deal for a young man who has reached the age of 19, it is not a good thing to think that he is a pure and clean young chicken.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jianan turned his head, raised two handsome eyebrows and said loudly: "I slept in the same room with Jia Bao, but I was beaten twenty sticks by Lord Bao, drank alcohol, and did nothing! "

Qiao Wen believed that he would not lie about this matter. After all, spending time with a leading dancer is not something to be ashamed of.He laughed and said, "Could it be possible to just chat with a beautiful woman under a quilt?"

Chen Jianan said: "I didn't chat, I fell asleep, and she went to the sofa by herself."

Qiao Wen was dumbfounded for a moment: "Can you be a little manly?"

Chen Jianan took it for granted: "Then I'm injured, so I can't sleep on the sofa."

"That's true." Qiao Wen nodded, thought for a while, and then said, "Brother Nan, it is indeed time for you to have a girlfriend at your age, but if you want to have a girlfriend, you should find a good and innocent girl."

Chen Jianan waved his hand disapprovingly: "What are you looking for? I don't even know what kind of girl I like."

Qiao Wen originally said it casually, before on the boat, he completely dismissed pornographic magazines, and even said that he was sick from breast milk, so he just thought he was talking nonsense on purpose.But if you think about it carefully, whether it is the memory of the original body, or what you have seen with your own eyes since you have known each other for so long.Although he does not reject girls, and even has compassion, he never seems to have any other ideas, let alone play a hooligan or something. He used to think that he was not enlightened in matters of men and women, but now it seems that there is something wrong with him. Then something is wrong.

He tentatively asked, "Brother Nan, have you never been interested in any girl since you were a child?"

Speaking of this, Chen Jianan seemed to be a little distressed: "Yeah, why didn't I have a crush on a single girl? Do you think it's because I look at you every day that my eyes are too high? You are not as beautiful as Xiao Qiao." , can’t get into my eyes?”

Qiao Wen laughed: "I told you that I am a big man, don't compare me with girls."

"Okay, okay, no comparison." Chen Jianan glanced at him with a smirk, took advantage of his unpreparedness, and suddenly grabbed him, "But how are you a big man?"

Qiao Wen frowned, showing a fierce look, and pinched the wound on his back mercilessly.

Chen Jianan screamed in pain, "I was wrong, I was wrong." After shouting, he turned his head with a smile and said, "Little Qiao, don't go to the factory today, stay with me at home. You go to work with Four-Eyed Boy I don't like staying longer than me."

Qiao Wen put his clothes away and said, "Okay, I'll call Zihui in case he comes to pick me up. By the way, I'll buy you a bowl of offal."

Chen Jianan turned his head with a happy smile and said: "Oh, Xiao Qiao, you are getting better and better for me, brother Nan didn't dote on you for nothing."

Qiao Wen straightened the pillow slightly for him: "Your gunshot wound hasn't healed yet, and now there is no good spot on your back, just stay on the bed and don't move around."

Chen Jianan chuckled: "Of order."

When Qiao Wen finished making the phone call and came back with two pieces of offal, Chen Jianan was already on his side, sound asleep.

Qiao Wen put the offal in his hand on the coffee table, walked to the bed and sat down, silently looking at this familiar face.

He has a standard handsome appearance, with thick black eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a bronze-colored skin that has been exposed to the sun, but it is smooth and flawless, and his whole person exudes a healthy and vigorous vitality.

Qiao Wen's hand stretched out towards that face involuntarily, but when he almost touched it, he was suddenly startled for no reason, and then pulled it back abruptly.

Chen Jianan had a sleepless night and slept until noon. He woke up only after smelling the smell of food. He looked up and saw the clock on the wall, and said, "Have I been sleeping for so long? Xiao Qiao, why don't you?" calls me?"

Qiao Wen said with a smile: "You are injured, you should have a good rest, what should I tell you?"

Chen Jianan rubbed the disheveled chicken coop head, sat up and stretched his arms, gasped, and said, "Don't even mention it, it really hurts."

Qiao Wen, who was sitting on the sofa eating dinner, looked up at him, and said, "You think you are really hard-boiled and won't hurt? Be more honest these days, you have to take good care of your body before you go to toss."

"I see, you are like a housekeeper now." Chen Jianan smiled and moved to the front of the sofa, sat down next to him, looked at the dishes on the coffee table, and said: "Sausage rice, soy sauce chicken, all I love to eat."

Crowding together on a hot day, Qiao Wen pushed him wordlessly: "You don't think it's too hot."

Not only did Chen Jianan not move away, but he deliberately smirked and stuck it tighter.

Although Qiao Wen said that, he didn't move. He shook his head with a smile, and handed him the chopsticks: "I made it and gave it to grandma. We both ate it all."

"You made it? Don't you know how to cook noodles? When did you learn how to cook?" Chen Jianan picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth, opened his eyes exaggeratedly, and stretched out his thumb, "It's so delicious, my little one. Joe, you are really getting better and better!"

Qiao Wen said: "What's so great about cooking a dish? Besides, it's not too complicated."

Chen Jianan chewed and said, "Isn't it because you were afraid of oily fumes before, and grandma wouldn't let you cook?" He sighed, "You were born to be a young master, but it's a pity you're in a walled city."

Qiao Wen said with a smile, "If I don't come to the city, wouldn't I be able to know you?"

Chen Jianan nodded: "That's true. It doesn't matter, anyway, we will always go out in the future."

Qiao Wen just smiled and said nothing.

After they finished eating and drinking, Qiao Wen remembered the suit by the bed again. He brought the suit over and said, "Brother Nan, this is a sample of our factory's new brand. I took a set of your size. Can you try it out and see how it works?"

Chen Jianan accepted it curiously, and said with a smile, "I've never worn a suit before!"

This suit came with a base white shirt. Chen Jianan took off the T-shirt that smelled like medicine, revealing a body full of scars. Qiao Wen's eyelids twitched when he saw it, but he himself didn't seem to notice it. La put on his shirt, wiped his hair handsomely, and bent his lips with a smile: "How is it?"

Qiao Wen stepped forward and reached out to straighten his crooked collar.

As warm fingers brushed across his neck, Chen Jianan's heart trembled slightly, and he subconsciously lowered his eyelids to look at him.

At this moment, the two of them were only a few feet away, and Qiao Wen's height had just reached his brow bone. When he lowered his eyes like this, he happened to see the other's fan-like long eyelashes, the tip of his nose, and his slightly parted lips under the tip of his nose.

Chen Jianan suddenly felt a little hot.

He took a step back subconsciously, raised his hand to hold the collar: "I will do it myself."

Then he exhaled inexplicably.

Qiao Wen raised his head and looked him up and down, and couldn't help showing a touch of surprise.

As a rambunctious boy, he always dresses casually, and occasionally he has a bit of the style of killing Matt of later generations.But he is tall and handsome, which is actually very suitable for formal attire.

Putting on this suit, he seemed to be a different person in an instant. He was clearly a chic and handsome nobleman, but he couldn't even tell that he was a slum boy.

Qiao Wen became more and more satisfied as he looked at it, and he couldn't bear to look away. After looking at it for a while, he raised his head and smiled again: "Brother Nan, you look really handsome in a suit."

Chen Jianan was originally as thick-skinned as a city wall, but now that he praised him like this, looking at his smiling face, for some reason, he suddenly felt a rare embarrassment, as if he had no place to put his hands and feet.He cleared his throat as if trying to hide it, and said, "I'm already handsome, and I'm the number one handsome guy in the city." After speaking, he hurriedly added, "No, I'm the second, and you are the first."

Qiao Wen was amused by him: "I'm not as handsome as you in a suit."

What he said was not modest. Although the original body did have a long and evil face, his body was far inferior to the tall and straight Chen Jianan.

Because of the praise, Chen Jianan was a little reluctant to take off the suit right away, and asked curiously, "How much does a suit like yours sell for?"

Qiao Wen said: "We plan to make a mid-to-high-end brand, and it is estimated to be around a few hundred yuan."

Chen Jianan opened his eyes wide: "A set of clothes is a few hundred yuan, and if you sell thousands of pieces that year, you can make millions."

Qiao Wen smiled: "What about the cost? Although materials and labor are not expensive at present, storefront advertisements are not a small amount. If you can only sell a few thousand pieces a year, you won't make much money. Let me figure it out, sales A minimum of [-] is considered an initial success, and this is only in Hong Kong, and will be sold to Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Southeast Asia, and various countries around the world." There is also the mainland of the motherland, which will develop rapidly in the future.

Chen Jianan looked at him, with a look of admiration in his eyes, and he said sincerely: "It sounds amazing."

Qiao Wen smiled and said: "This is just an idea, whether it can be successful or not depends on the situation." Although in the original book, in order to show the halo of the hero, Lin Zihui was involved in various industries, and clothing manufacturing was only one of them. He didn't focus on the one part described, but he still has great confidence in Lin Zihui.In addition, with the rapid economic development of Hong Kong City, white-collar workers and above and the middle class have become an important part of the social group, and the market for local brands of mid-to-high-end business formal wear is almost blank, which is indeed a good opportunity for them.

Chen Jianan said with a smile: "You and Four-Eyed Boy will definitely succeed."

"Thank you for your blessings."

Chen Jianan turned around, held his shoulders, and calmly said, "Little Qiao, you really are completely different from before."

Qiao Wen shook his head with a smile, as if asking casually: "Then do you like me in the past or the me now?"

However, Chen Jianan seemed to be stumped by this question, frowned and thought for a moment, and said: "You used to be like my own brother, but now you are not like a brother..."

Qiao Wen interrupted him: "So you are not kissing me now?"

"Of course not!" Chen Jianan hastily explained, "We're still as close as before, but it feels a little different, oops, I can't say it."

He ran through his hair in distress.

Qiao Wenwen was teasing him on purpose. Seeing him like this, he couldn't help laughing: "I understand, people will grow up. You used to take care of me. Now that I'm grown up, I can take care of you too."

"Isn't that right? If it weren't for you, I would have died in Vietnam."

Qiao Wen: "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have to go to Vietnam."

"Why do you say this again?" Chen Jianan pretended to be afraid of him, and rubbed his hair viciously.

How well the formal suit is done mainly depends on whether it looks textured or not.A suit that can turn a slum boy into a nobleman's suit is obviously very well done.

After not having a serious job for so long, Qiao Wen naturally didn't want to mess around when he went to work again. He rolled up his sleeves with Lin Zihui, who was high-spirited, and started to enter the workaholic mode.

The new clothing brand is called "Mengzhen", a simple and auspicious name.For the two young people, what they hope most now is naturally the cost of their dreams—although Qiao Wen doesn't know what his dreams are in this era.

Master Hui's growth can be described as rapid. In just two or three months, from a young man who was not looked down by the workers when he came in at the beginning, he transformed into a vigorous young boss.Because of the improved salary, the workers are full of energy, especially the old employees who have been singled out to enter the new production line, eager to use their eighteen skills.

There is no problem with the production side, and the next step is to prepare for the opening of the first store.

During the time when Qiao Wen went to Vietnam, Lin Zihui was looking at the store. Originally, in order to save rent, he planned to find a store owned by Lin Zhaoming, but he was not satisfied with the location.

A few days after Qiao Wen came back, the two went out early and late, and finally settled on a store in Tsim Sha Tsui Commercial Street.

The area is not large, but the rent is extremely expensive, tens of thousands a year.Now in the accounts of Mingyue Factory, there is just enough to pay the workers, and this rent is simply astronomical for them.

Fortunately, Lin Zihui got a start-up capital from his father to start a new brand, but after paying the rent deposit, there is not much left.

So much so that after taking a fancy to this storefront, Master Hui couldn't make a decision for a long time.

Seeing that he was hesitant, Qiao Wen pulled him to the sidewalk outside the store, and pointed to several foreign brands next to him: "See? Mengzhen is here, which means it is at the same level as these big brands." He pointed to the well-dressed urban men and women coming and going on the road, "And these people are all potential consumers of Mengzhen."

Lin Zihui conceived the future in his mind, thinking that Dream would one day become the brand pursued by the city's elites, and suddenly felt a surge of excitement, and he slapped Qiao Wen's shoulder with his big hand: "Okay, let's rent this one."

Of course, when signing the contract, Master Hui's hands still trembled for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed. Qiao Wen left early and returned late. In order to maintain his body, he basically went home to rest and then went to bed.And Chen Jianan, who has just become a popular member of the Hexing Society, is also very busy these days. Because of the special nature of his work, he often goes out at night and returns home later and later.As a result, the two often did not see each other for several days.

As a result, Chen Jianan turned into a bat and sneaked into the window of Qiao's house in the middle of the night, and touched Qiao Wen's bed more and more often in his sleep.

Often when Qiao Wen woke up in the morning, he saw a sleeping person next to him.

More than a month later, Hong Kong City entered early winter from early autumn—of course, there is no winter in tropical cities. The so-called winter is just a day on the calendar, and Qiao Wen finally ushered in a day when he left work early.

Before six o'clock in the afternoon, he came to Longsao Niuza, who had an appointment with Chen Jianan before they parted in the morning. Someone had already arrived, and a person occupied a small table by himself. He was waiting for him with his legs crossed. When he saw someone leave Nearly, he immediately smiled and waved: "Little Qiao!"

Qiao Wen bent his lips and smiled, walked over and sat down opposite him: "What's here?"

Chen Jianan: "I just arrived, I have nothing to do today."

While talking, Aunt Long brought two bowls of beef offal and put them on the table.When Chen Jianan reached out to pass chopsticks to Qiao Wen, Qiao Wen saw two fresh scars on his arm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, took the chopsticks, and casually asked about his "work": "What have you been doing recently?"

Chen Jianan picked up a piece of offal and put it in his mouth, and said casually: "Go out and collect the bills, and discuss the land with a few small communities outside."

Qiao Wen knew that his so-called "negotiation" probably meant using force to seize territory.Nowadays, the law and order in Hong Kong City is chaotic, and there are gangs dominating almost every block. If they grab a site, they can get more protection money.

Zhao Shanhai had long planned to expand the community, but the Hexing Society, which only covered the sky in the Walled City, was actually a small community outside the Walled City, and it was not so easy to go outside to share a share of the pie.

Chen Jianan must be doing this difficult task right now.

Qiao Wen asked again: "The injury on your hand is from fighting with someone?"

Chen Jianan glanced at the scar on his elbow, and said indifferently: "I went to Temple Street to collect the gambling bill, and I had some conflicts with a few servants from the club over there. Don't worry, it's okay, the other party was killed by me. Beat like a grandson."

Qiao Wen smiled and said softly, "Brother Nan, I know you are good at fighting, but don't get addicted to it."

Chen Jianan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that Qiao Wen didn't like fighting with him the most.It's all because of the past month or so, the work assigned to him by Lord Bao has to rely on fists.The frequency of fighting at both ends in the past three days has made him accustomed to it. Now that he heard Qiao Wen's reminder, he suddenly reacted, and said awkwardly: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion."

Although during this period of time, the two of them had little time to meet each other, but Qiao Wen had actually heard about what Qiao Wen had done to him.In less than two months, he, the new red stick, is already in the limelight in Hexing Society.Occasionally on the road, I can hear children saying "How about Liangzi Nan" with admiration on their faces.

His abilities are already suitable for this path, and now he doesn't need to hide his clumsiness anymore, he is at his ease, but this path is too long and too long, in the end, he will embark on the path of harming nature and reason, and it is also a dead end.

Qiao Wen raised his head and glanced at him with a smile: "You have to be careful yourself, swords and guns don't have eyes, no matter how good your skills are, you can't guarantee that you will be in danger."

At this moment, Dao Scar and a few horse boys also came over to eat beef offal. Seeing Chen Jianan, he froze slightly, then showed a big smile, stepped forward and took out a cigarette, bowed down and offered it with both hands. On the top, one mouthful of "Brother Nan", trying his best to flatter him.

Chen Jianan took the cigarette casually, raised his eyelids and gave him a contemptuous look, and said, "It's alright, alright, don't disturb me from eating."

"Okay, then Brother Nan and your younger brother eat slowly." Dao Scar and the younger brothers retreated in a friendly manner.

In just two months, the forty-nine boy, Liangzi Nan, who couldn't support himself on the wall, suddenly became the hottest red stick boss of Hexing Society.

It can be seen that things are unpredictable.

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