San Fu

Shooting videos is also quite troublesome, more troublesome than Duan Feifei imagined, especially when the big and small pigs are all Jiang Liao's friends, they took very detailed pictures.

Niu Sandao will no longer be able to live in people, but the meat is still being sold, and old customers will still come every day. The beef at the door alone, the big pig will take pictures back and forth several times, and Duan Feifei needs to chop the bones every time. one knife.

After chopping it five or six times, the big pig nodded: "Okay, it's ok, I'll take some photos of the little pigs and enter the shop later, the light is not particularly good now, I can take some photos of the inside of the shop."

"Okay." Duan Feifei responded.

"Your hands are so pretty," Big Pig walked in while watching the replay, "You can make hand models."

"Really." Duan Feifei said with a smile, looking at his hands.

Turning his head and glanced to the side, Jiang Kuo, who had been sitting next to him, narrowed his eyes for a while because he was divided into four bodies, inactivity and five grains.

"Does it look good?" Duan Feifei asked in a low voice, stretched out his hand to grab him twice, "blinkblink..."

Jiang Kuo felt dizzy and comfortable for a while, and couldn't tell whether it was because the power of this sleep-aiding gesture was too powerful, or because Duan Feifan's hands were indeed very beautiful, and he could still see phantoms when his fingers dangled in front of his eyes The extraordinarily handsome face at the back...

After Duan Feifan went to the back with a few of them, Jiang Kuo came back to his senses and stared at the door.

Whether your hands look good or not has nothing to do with you!

A big man!

Staring at another old man's hand, he even praised how good it looks!

What's wrong!

Do you know if it's abnormal?

"Hey!" Someone shouted from the door of the store.

Jiang Kuo turned his head, the previous unhappiness had not dissipated, and asked viciously: "What are you doing!"

"Yo!" An aunt stood at the door, her hand pointing at the beef froze in the air, "So fierce! Who are you?"

A customer who buys meat, or a regular customer.

Jiang Kuo stood up quickly: "Sorry, I was distracted."

"The meat is quite beautiful today. Pick a big one for me. I want to fry it," the aunt said and sighed again. "You will leave in two days, and you don't know where to buy it. Far……"

"If you want more, I can send it to you, it's okay," Jiang Kuo said and shouted back, "Duan Feifan!"

He should have gone to the back passage over there, and no one paid attention to him.

"How about this piece of tenderloin?" Jiang Kuo pointed to a piece of hanging beef, "It's very tender when fried."

He can't do other meat, but because he loves to eat and is very picky, he knows a lot about it.

"Okay," the aunt looked at, "Cut it up for me, into small pieces."

"...Duan Feifan!" Jiang Kuo glanced at the hanging piece of meat, and shouted back again.

Still no one cares about him.

Huh.

Complimenting that the hand looks good, the mother ran away with others until she lost her ears.

"You don't know how to cut, do you?" Auntie looked at him, "Are you Duan Feifan's classmate?"

"Yes, yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"I've seen one of his classmates, and he can cut it too," the aunt said, "Why don't I cut it."

"It's okay, it's okay," Jiang Kuo quickly waved his hand. He has experienced the knives used to cut meat in the store. It's not so fast. If everything is done, I don't know who it is. "I'll call him over , don't get your hands dirty."

Before his aunt could speak, Jiang Kuo walked back.

After walking two steps, Duan Ling's voice came from behind: "Where is everyone?"

"Sister Ling!" Jiang Kuo turned his head, as if seeing a savior, "Sister Ling! Cut some meat for auntie..."

"Why are you guarding here?" Duan Ling was delighted to see him when he came in, "Whatever you think, I'm not afraid of losing my hands."

"They're in the back..." Jiang Kuo pointed to the back door.

"Fan Fei told me," Duan Ling greeted his aunt, put on an apron, washed his hands and skillfully took off the meat and began to cut it, "Aren't you filming?"

"En." Jiang Kuo responded, "Are you resting today?"

"Take a break in the afternoon," Duan Ling said, "Didn't Fei Fei say that he's going out for a while and has something to do, so I'll come over."

"Going out?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

"Huh? Don't you know?" Duan Ling glanced at him, "I thought he was going out with you."

"I don't know." Jiang Kuo said and walked to the back door.

A few people were at the other end of the passage, taking pictures of the little pig walking along the old wall. After Jiang Kuo stepped out, he realized that he should have been in the shot.

But it's unnatural to go back immediately, and maybe have to retake it again.

So he hesitated for a second, took a chair from the side, turned and went back into the room.

Originally, I went to find Duan Feifei to make a fuss.

As a result, it was so calm to cooperate with this shooting.

What a big picture this is!

No one can boast, Jiang Kuo, a good young man with general knowledge.

However, after cooperating with this, Jiang Kuo calmed down after a few minutes of delay.

After deciding what Duan Feifei should do, there is no need to think about whether he is waiting or whether he wants to accompany him. Now Duan Feifan is just "doing what to do", if he really wants to make trouble and ask about this crime, he will retire in vain... …

Although unhappy.

Jiang Kuo stood in the room with a chair for a while, but decided to leave it alone.

Compared with his own discomfort, Duan Feifei's ability to really relax is the most important thing. Even if he wants to ask, he only needs to mention it casually.

Duan Feifei wandered in through the back door, saw him standing there with a chair in his hand, he froze for a moment, then quickly took a step back.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"What?" Duan Feifei looked at him in shock, then at the chair in his hand.

"Ah," Jiang Kuo quickly put down his chair, "I still want to take it out."

"Don't take it, just put it in the house," Duan Feifan said, "After they finished filming the aisle, it will be almost done today. It will be dark in a while, and there are no lights in the market now. We will shoot again tomorrow."

"Oh," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Then take them to dinner later..."

"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifei came over, gently pushed his hand on his back, and led him to the corner next to the stairs, "I'm going out for a while."

"I heard from Sister Ling." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Is she here?" Duan Feifei glanced at the front room.

"Just arrived," Jiang Kuo said, "I just had an aunt who bought meat and wanted to cut it. I was worried, and she happened to be here."

"Why didn't you call me?" Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo looked at him and said nothing.

"...I didn't hear it when I called." Duan Feifei added by himself.

"Hmm." Jiang Kuo smiled.

"That," Duan Feifei continued the previous topic, "I'm going out later, my high school classmate has something to help with at home, and I may not be able to come back until quite late."

"Understood." Jiang Kuo said.

"Jiang them," Duan Feifei said, "You... socialize?"

Jiang Kuo laughed: "I don't socialize."

"Then what should we do?" Duan Feifei asked, "Let them socialize by themselves?"

"Why does it sound so funny?" Jiang Kuo glanced at the back door while laughing, "Don't worry, I'll mention it later and go to eat, Jiang may not be willing to eat with me, maybe they will go to the city at night , you can’t just visit one store when you come here.”

"Okay," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Then do you eat by yourself at night?"

"I bake a sweet potato myself, it's quite delicious." Jiang Kuo said.

"...I baked that." Duan Feifei said.

"I know you baked it, what's the matter, won't my baked food taste good?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter whether it's baked or not. It's really unpredictable whether it's delicious or not." Duan Feifei said, "Don't burn the house down for me. Although the house is going to be demolished, you still have to lose money if you burn it down yourself."

"Get out," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll bake in the back aisle."

"Persist?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Very persistent." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei looked at him for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and took out his mobile phone: "Let me write you a memo, starting from lighting the stove..."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo smiled and leaned against the stairs, looking at him.

Duan Feifei lowered his head and poked on his mobile phone quickly, because of the usual high-frequency training of replying to messages, Duan Feifei's fingers typed so fast that there was a phantom.

But the hands are really good-looking. Jiang Kuo had already noticed when he "installed" the washing machine. Duan Feifan's hands are the kind of hands that are slender but can be seen with strength... Jiang Kuo looked down at his hands, he My own hands are also quite beautiful. I have been exaggerated since I was a child, but at first glance, it is true that the four bodies are not working hard and the five grains are indistinguishable.

The phone rang, and Duan Feifei sent the written roasted sweet potato recipe.

[Instructions are as follows] "Roasted Sweet Potatoes from Beginner to Master - A Delicious Journey Beginning with Fire"

Jiang Kuo couldn't help but glanced at him: "Did you write too much copywriting recently?"

"Yeah," Duan Feifei put the phone back in his pocket, "professional?"

"Quite professional." Jiang Kuo nodded.

After the filming of Big and Little Pigs, they entered the house. As Jiang Kuo expected, Jiang Lie didn’t wait for him to talk about eating before he opened his mouth: “That’s all for now, we’ll go around on our own later, you don’t have to Nevermind."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo agreed.

"Thank you." Duan Feifei said.

"It's okay, it's not hard," Xiaozhu said with a smile, "it's normal work."

"See you tomorrow, thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

This sentence ended the pleasantries very simply and neatly.

Jiang waved and left with the big and small pigs.

After tidying up the store, there was nothing else to do after that, Duan Feifan looked at Jiang Kuo: "I'm leaving."

"Let's go." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei said a few words to Duan Ling, and walked out through the back door.

After walking a few steps and looking back, he didn't see Jiang Kuo.

Just as he was about to turn around and continue walking, a hand stretched out from the back door and compared a gun.

Duan Feifei stopped and looked at Jiang Kuo's hand with a smile.

He took his hand back.

Then I saw Jiang Kuo quickly turn around and flash out from the door, pointing at him with a gun in his hand, squinting one eye to aim.

"What?" Duan Feifei asked with a smile.

"High school classmate?" Jiang Kuo asked while looking at him.

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Go, Duan Xiaohua," Jiang Kuo raised his finger, "Snap!"

Duan Feifei was stunned for a moment, but quickly raised his hand to cover his chest: "Ah."

Jiang Kuo smiled, turned and walked into the house.

"I'll tell you when the matter is settled," Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo had already entered the room, stretched out his hand again, waved at him, and made a "let's go" gesture.

When he walked all the way to the back door of the market and saw the beard in the distance, Duan Feifei finally recovered from Jiang Kuo's series of actions just now.

I don't know if it's because of the sense of distance right now that Jiang Kuo has become extra sexy. He almost wanted to call Boss Jiang to say that I quit this job, and I wanted to stay in the shop and eat roasted sweet potatoes...

Hu Zi stood beside a high-end commercial vehicle and waved at him.

this car.

Duan Feifei stared at the license plate and walked over, pointed at his beard and cursed: "Fuck, trash, I thought you were so capable!"

"What's the matter!" Fan Jiabao came out from the back of the car, "It's impossible to lend me this car!"

Duan Feifei was quite speechless: "Why are you still here? A dignified and lawless second-generation tyrant who borrowed a car and brought it to someone's door personally."

"Why can't I come," Fan Jiabao pointed to the market, "I still have a shop here, why can't I come to work?"

"Okay," Duan Feifei stretched out his hand, "the key."

Fan Jiabao put the key in his hand: "What's the matter? Is there something important to do? Do you want to help? I'm free now."

"Spring outing." Duan Feifei said.

"You fool me with this kind of answer, it's almost like scolding me," Fan Jiabao said, "It's better to scold me directly."

"Save some time for tomorrow. I took some pictures at the old store today. Tomorrow, I'm going to take pictures of the back kitchen of the new store." Duan Feifei quickly changed the topic with what Fan Jiabao is most interested in at the moment. , and got into the car while talking.

"Do you have any requirements?" Fan Jiabao held the car window, "Dress and so on?"

"Whatever you want," Duan Feifei started the car, "You must not dress up to attend..."

Fan Jiabao laughed: "Am I sick?"

When the car was moving, he took a step back: "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Duan Feifei said.

After the car drove more than ten meters away, he heard Fan Jiabao's roar: "Your uncle Duan Feifan! How dare you fucking fool me!"

Although Huzi didn't get any other commercial vehicles, Fan Jiabao's car was still very good.

After driving out of the side street, Duan Feifei took a look at the time. Taking into account the traffic jam time, the time to arrive at the airport was basically half an hour earlier, which was very appropriate.

His task this time was to go to the airport to help Mr. Jiang pick up someone, and then send him to a hotel designated by Mr. Jiang that was not their company.

Why this man flew to them first and then drove there, and why he was asked to pick them up instead of Jiang Kuo, all have something to do with the affairs of Jiang's head office.

Boss Jiang didn't go into details with him, but he could almost guess based on Jiang Kuo's previous premise that the accident in Jiang's head office this time was probably the fault of the high-level executives themselves, and they wanted to file a lawsuit.

But it seems that the legal department has also betrayed behind the scenes. Mr. Jiang can only pretend not to know, and at the same time invite a team of lawyers who are completely unaffected by this side to come to help.

In order to ensure that the lawyer would not be harassed and influenced, and to make the other party think that Mr. Jiang didn't know, this tortuous way of keeping secrets was used.

Jiang Kuo didn't let Jiang Kuo know about these things, and he didn't hand them over to Jiang Kuo. After all, everyone knew that this was his own son. If Jiang Kuo really did anything, he would definitely be discovered.

Duan Feifei sighed softly. Mr. Jiang is a big company, and he needed to use such a method when encountering such a thing. He remembered that Jiang Kuo had said that Mr. Jiang had to drive an excavator to lead a team to fight in the past. Things... are really not easy.

Jiang Kuo didn't know if he would plan to enter Jiang's head office in the future, and if such a thing happened, he didn't know how Jiang Kuo would deal with it.

Last time, the image of Jiang Kuo negotiating with Village Chief Lu at the dinner table flashed through his mind, accompanied by voices.

"...Don't threaten me, the Shang family is in the upper reaches of Daxin."

Duan Feifei hooked the corner of his mouth, Jiang Kuo's style should still be inherited from Mr. Jiang.

Although Jiang Kuo is usually lazy and indifferent when communicating with people, his strength and sense of oppression when talking about serious business with people is as charming as a different person.

what.

Hurry up to pick up the person, and the car will deliver it overnight. Let's hurry back tomorrow to eat Jiang Kuo's roasted sweet potatoes.

The time to arrive at the airport was about the same as Duan Feifei estimated. When he drove the car into the parking lot, the security guard stood up and pointed: "Enter the VIP parking lot from there..."

Hey, I forgot that this is a violent second-generation car. The airport has VIP parking spaces.

It is more convenient, faster, and safer to pick up people in the VIP parking lot. Although theoretically, there will be no bloodshed to rob the lawyer, but he still intends to make good use of Fan Jiabao's remaining heat.

"Thank you." Duan Feifei nodded, reversed the car, followed the VIP's instructions and drove into the VIP parking lot.

While waiting at the airport pick-up gate, he took out his phone and looked at it. The model group was very lively. Jiang Youqian posted a bunch of pictures, live broadcasting the whole process of his roasting sweet potatoes, starting from lighting the fire.

A group of people pointed at him in a hurry.

[Ding Weiwu] How about I go over there and give you some pointers on the spot

[Dong Xiaosa] Let's eat a few more by the way, shall we?

【Jiang Youqian】Come

The display showed that the flight had landed, and passengers began to emerge.

Duan Feifei exited the chat interface and dialed a number.

He didn't save the number, he just wrote it down in his mind, and he had already written it down when Mr. Jiang told him the lawyer's information.

The other side picked it up: "Hello."

"Hello, Lawyer Jiang," Duan Feifei said, "My surname is Duan. Mr. Jiang sent me to pick you up. I will wait for you at Gate A."

"Okay." The other side answered and hung up the phone.

After a while, Duan Feifei saw a man who was obviously different from the surrounding people in the crowd, and three people followed behind him.

In his 30s, male, probably with two or three assistants.

This is the information Mr. Jiang gave him. Duan Feifan originally felt that this information was a bit too sloppy, but now it seems that it is enough.

It's not easy for Lawyer Jiang to keep it a secret. It's easy to be seen in the crowd at a glance.

Lawyer Jiang glanced out, and his eyes stopped on Duan Feifei's face. Duan Feifei raised his hand and greeted him.

"Hello," Duan Feifei held out his hand, "Duan Feifei, I will drive you to the hotel in a while."

"Jiang Cheng." Attorney Jiang shook hands with him, then turned his head to look at the people behind him, "These are my colleagues."

"Everyone has worked hard," Duan Feifei said, "Let's go now, it may be midnight when we reach the hotel, and we have to work hard on the way."

"It's okay." Attorney Jiang said.

Duan Feifei took a few people to the parking lot, and he parked the car where he had just entered.

After everyone got in the car, Duan Feifan also opened the door and got in the car. The phone rang, and he glanced at it. The message indicated that it was JK921.

Although he was doing Mr. Jiang's business right now, he couldn't help but take a quick look.

JK921 sent him a photo.

It is a big sweet potato that has been roasted to bloom.

【JK921】Awesome as me

Duan Feifei smiled. He really wanted to reply, but he couldn't do it in front of Lawyer Jiang. After all, he came all the way to cooperate with Mr. Jiang's secret operation of rushing around in the middle of the night.

He could only grit his teeth and turn off the phone, put it back in his pocket, and started the car.

When the car drove out of the parking lot, lawyer Jiang sitting behind him asked, "Aren't you from Jiang's head office?"

"No," Duan Feifei nodded, "I am hired by Mr. Jiang..."

"Oh," Attorney Jiang replied, "The part-time job business for college students has expanded quite extensively. How many years can you take such an order?"

Duan Feifei saw Lawyer Jiang's raised mouth from the rearview mirror, and smiled a little embarrassedly. He was inexplicably nervous, and this casual nonsense was indeed substandard.

In fact, Boss Jiang didn't say that this matter needs to be kept secret from Lawyer Jiang. He knocked on the steering wheel with a smile: "I'm a classmate of Boss Jiang's son."

"Enough torment," Attorney Jiang also smiled, and said to the colleague next to him, "I'll take a nap for a while."

Duan Feifei breathed a sigh of relief.

The phone in his pocket rang again.

It is estimated that it is still Jiang Kuo.

Duan Feifei sighed again in his heart.

I'm rich, it's not that I don't reply to your message, your father arranged a hard job for me, you remember to ask him to settle the score.