San Fu

"Say it again." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei looked at him, Jiang Kuo didn't show any anger or other expressions on his face. After studying for a while, he couldn't find out for sure.

"Say it again." Jiang Kuo said.

"...Forget it." Duan Feifei said, a little uncertain what Jiang Kuo was thinking, and felt that he was always on the verge of falling on the matter of pawns.

"Quick." Jiang Kuo glanced at the people over there.

"Just plain unhappy," Duan Feifei went all out, "Just plain unhappy, simple unhappy, unhappy."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

Duan Feifei also looked at him.

"Yes, that's the smell," Jiang Kuo laughed and snapped his fingers, "Duan is very ordinary AKA Fan Ye."

"Then did you just want to point out the way out for Fan Jiabao's coffee shops?" Duan Feifei asked with a smile.

"I don't know, I just want to know about his shops first," Jiang Kuo said in a low voice. Building in the store, eating, drinking, playing, gambling, how many demolition households returned to abject poverty after a few years of outbreaks, I have seen too many second-generation demolition when Mr. Jiang bought land, the only thing he did right was to buy these facades And a house."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Of course, I don't have a strong position to say that about him. I don't make money, and I spend a lot of money..." Jiang Kuo said, "I just think that others are okay. It's not impossible to make friends and receive them in your social universe. .”

"Listen to you," Duan Feifei laughed for a long time, and added after thinking about it, "Who said you don't make money anymore? Aren't you making money now?"

"It will open tomorrow," Jiang Kuo rubbed his hands, "I'm not worried about the old man, the beef is very good, and we don't have to worry about selling it, just ours..."

"Don't think so much," Duan Feifei said, "I have experience with this, do you think I'm worried, I'm not worried at all."

"Could you be worried in your heart and not tell me?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"I'm worried now that your expectations are too high and there will be a gap," Duan Feifei said, "Based on my experience in the beef ring for more than ten years..."

Jiang Kuo began to laugh.

"At least I understand the market, and it's impossible to expect it to explode at the beginning," Duan Feifei said, "but I don't have to worry about not being able to sell."

"Okay, trust you." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Jiang Kuo was indeed a bit uncertain. Although he was full of confidence in the early stage, he did everything he could do, and he did everything in detail, but after all, it was his first time doing business, and he was still far away from him. Industry, he was really not sure what the effect would be.

It's just that he could tell that Duan Feifan was still relaxed, a little excited, a little different from his usual state of hiding his emotions habitually.

So if Master Fan said don't worry, then don't worry.

Big and small pigs usually don’t take too long to visit the store, in the form of vlog, a trip, a stroll.

This time, a lot of energy was spent on Niu Sandao, not only because they have a good relationship with Jiang Liao, but also because they have never photographed this type of shop. If the combination of food is not blunt, it takes a little thought.

Fan Jiabao was very active in contributing ideas and participating in the script design. He offered a thousand ideas if not eight hundred. After all of them were rejected, he sat on a chair in the store and sighed: "The world is not worth it."

"It still has a little reference value," Xiaozhu comforted him, "For example, what you said about giving up the shooting form of vlog actually gave me inspiration."

"Really?" Fan Jiabao asked immediately.

"Really," Big Pig said, "it would be interesting to directly make a short film like Niu Sandao Jianghu."

Although it wasn't the answer given by Little Pig, and Big Pig didn't say how to do it, Fan Jiabao was still very satisfied and started to close his eyes and meditate. It is said that he began to rehearse in his head.

After tossing until dinner, everyone had a preliminary idea.

"After shooting the opening tomorrow, I can make up other shots after the door closes at night," said Big Pig. "There are a lot of useful materials in front of it. It should be suitable for cutting out. Xiaozhu's account has never done this kind of work before. I feel It will work well."

"Let's talk tonight," Jiang Kuo looked at the time, "Let's eat first."

"I'm familiar with the food," Fan Jiabao said, "What kind of food do you want?"

"Be more lively." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo, this lively meal was not Jiang Kuo's style, it was probably for Jiang Kuo's sake.Jiang Liao couldn't see anything unusual, she was a person who was good at hiding her emotions, but she had been in the crowd today, which was probably why Jiang Kuo wanted to eat in a lively place.

Jiang Kuo is a careful person, although it is not easy to be noticed.

Fan Jiabao proposed to go to the night market in the old city, where there is everything to eat, drink and have fun, so you don't need to change places from now to midnight.

Duan Feifei entered the back kitchen, the old uncle came over in the afternoon, and now he and the old aunt are standing in the back kitchen, looking around.

"Aren't you going to eat?" the old uncle said, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I'll take you back by the way first, and we're done here, so we'll wait until tomorrow, right?" Duan Feifei said, "If you don't come to dinner with us, you won't be going home, will you?"

"Leave us alone," the old aunt waved her hand, "Go, your uncle came here with a battery car, just ride back in a while."

"What are you looking at?" Duan Feifei touched the old uncle and asked with a smile.

"I'm not used to it," said the old man with a smile. "This window is bright and clean. It looks like someone else's shop."

"Nonsense." Duan Feifei said.

"It's very good," the old man touched the operating table, "It's very good, this table is also good, I used to bend over to do something before, this one is very comfortable."

"In the future, you don't need to make sauced beef, and I will definitely hire someone later, so you just need to watch from the sidelines." Duan Feifei said.

"Jiang Kuo and his sister are also quite capable, but I don't understand what they are going to do. They are too high-level," the old aunt said, "but it will cost a lot of money to invite someone to come?"

"It doesn't cost money," Duan Feifei said, "it's his sister's friend who came to help."

"You are a good guy," said the old man, and took out his mobile phone. "I'll transfer some money to you, for dinner, bar, and fun."

"No need," Duan Feifei hurriedly pressed the old uncle's hand, "We have public funds."

"Nonsense, is the public money used for this!" said the old man.

"Eating and drinking with public funds?" said the old aunt.

Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing: "This is equivalent to the advertising fee for others. Does it have to use public funds, and playing for a night is cheaper than the advertising fee."

When setting off, Fan Jiabao gave Duan Feifan the car keys: "You two drive my car."

"What about you?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"...Are you stupid?" Fan Jiabao said, "I'll go to their car."

"Is there a show, you just go up like this?" Jiang Kuo glanced at the car in front, "Is it a bit embarrassing to be kicked out?"

"If I go to your sister, I might be kicked out," Fan Jiabao said, "I can talk to Little Pig pretty well!"

Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifan didn't speak, they looked at him together.

With Fan Jiabao's familiarity and interest in Xiaozhu, even if Xiaozhu didn't say a word, he could still create a happy conversation.

"I'm not too shameless. After all, I still have shame." Fan Jiabao turned around and walked to the car in front, pointing at them both. Look at me, I look at you, I will leave some space for you two, or I am afraid that you two will suffocate to death."

After speaking, he squeezed into the river and got into their off-road vehicle.

"Fuck." Duan Feifei sighed, opened the door and got in the car.

"Have you seen me?" Jiang Kuo asked as he got into the passenger seat.

"Look," Duan Feifei said, "I glanced at each of them more than once, shooting back and forth, and it took the longest time to sweep you... Did you look at me?"

"The main thing is that I don't have anything to do," Jiang Kuo said, "I see you relieve my boredom."

Duan Feifei smiled and started the car.

"Tired?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's okay," Duan Feifei said, "They are probably tired, so I will move things and help lift the shelves and so on."

"I'm a little tired without doing anything," Jiang Kuo said.

"You are habitually tired. Seeing people other than the ten acquaintances around you is considered a major effort," Duan Feifei said, "If you are asked to speak, you will be exhausted on the spot."

"No damage." Jiang Kuo laughed.

"Actually, Jiang Liao has the same personality as you," Duan Feifei said, "I don't really like to talk to people, and I go out alone for a trip or something."

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "but she has more friends than me and knows how to get along with people better than me."

"She..." Duan Feifei wasn't too sure whether he could ask this question, but after this "deal" with Mr. Jiang, he subconsciously wanted to know more about the people around Jiang Kuo.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo turned to look at him.

"Does she have some psychological problems?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Yes," Jiang Kuo didn't resist this question, and answered naturally, "Depression, it should have been serious in junior high school, but she has always been quite independent and doesn't like to talk about anything, so We didn't find out, we only found out when she had a big fit, Mr. Jiang almost hanged himself, the past few years have been ups and downs."

"Ah..." Duan Feifei looked at the car in front of him and sighed softly, "That's right."

"Speaking of Mr. Jiang hanging himself...has he transferred money to you?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"President Jiang didn't hang himself," Duan Feifei took out the phone, unlocked it while the light was red, and looked at it, "I didn't even bother to look at the phone today..."

The desktop and lock screen of Duan Feifei's mobile phone are still familiar photos. Jiang Kuo saw it at a glance, and instantly remembered the scene of tortured Duan Feifei in the hotel.

It feels like something happened a long time ago, and I don't know why it feels a little strange.

But now when recalling the excitement and happiness at that time, I feel inexplicably uneasy. Jiang Kuo doesn't know if this is the feeling that was ignored at the time, or because he is worried about himself at that time when he looks back today.

"Is it a bit..." Duan Feifei handed the phone to him, "Too rich and powerful?"

Jiang Kuo glanced at the screen, Mr. Jiang transferred [-] labor fees to Duan Feifan.

"Almost," Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, "In order for Da Pao to keep an eye on me, he also gave the 10,000+ car directly."

"Cannon is a long-term job," Duan Feifei said, "I did it overnight."

"You have a good idea, overnight," Jiang Kuo said, "he will definitely come to you for other things later, as long as he can think of asking you to do it, he will come to you, and this money is given to you Can't refuse him."

"So..." Duan Feifei didn't know what to say for a while.

"Yes, it's such a cunning old man," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll give you a taste of the sweetness, and I'll give you a soft hand. I'll sigh again, Mr. Jiang is so kind, generous, and interesting. I will help you speak in the future!"

Duan Feifei made him laugh: "You're pretty good at learning."

"Nonsense has known him for so many years and watched him grow up," Jiang Kuo said, "Old fox."

Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing. Jiang Kuo knew Mr. Jiang, and he was right. This was probably Mr. Jiang's behavior style, but from Duan Feihua's point of view, there was another level that only he could understand.

Mr. Jiang may not really have anything to ask him for. In a sense, the money is for him and Jiang Kuo's shop.

It is impossible for him and Jiang Kuo to invest equally in money, and someone like him who is "a little too nice" may choose to compromise with Jiang Kuo on key issues because of this. This is Jiang Kuo's concern. of.

what.

Mr. Jiang, can you see if my analysis is correct.

Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo.

"The light is green." Jiang Kuo reminded him.

Duan Feifei smiled, stepped on the accelerator and followed the car in front.

The night market in the old city is very lively, and it has entered a noisy and happy atmosphere from dinner time.

The hot pot restaurant that Fan Jiabao took everyone to was so good that there was no room for seats in the restaurant, and the sheds outside were all full. Because Fan Jiabao was a regular customer, the boss insisted on driving up a few tables of guests who were having a good time and sitting in the middle of the restaurant. Another table was squeezed in, and everyone huddled happily amidst all kinds of complaints.

"It's like running into a soup kitchen when your mother runs away from a disaster," Fan Jiabao said, "but please bear with me, the bottom of his pot is really delicious."

"I think it's very interesting," Xiaozhu held up the selfie stick the whole time, "I'm going to live broadcast here tomorrow, I really like this kind of fireworks world."

Fan Jiabao sat up straight immediately, as if he wanted to say something, but he hesitated for a while and then collapsed back on the chair back to lean on.

I don't know why, Duan Feifan suddenly felt a little emotional when he saw his state, and couldn't help but glance at Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo turned his head almost at the same time as him.

"What?" Duan Feifei smiled.

"No." Jiang Kuo also laughed.

This hot pot is really delicious, even Jiang Kuo, who is picky, tastes very delicious.

Duan Feifei felt that he should be full from eating, but why he should, because he felt that he didn't eat a lot, and his stomach didn't even bulge, but he felt like he had at least one glass of wine.

It is very similar to the symptoms of cerebral ischemia after eating too much.

But when everyone was wandering around the night market after eating, Duan Feifan was sure that he was a little uncomfortable and dizzy.

After all, he didn't sleep last night, and today he was busy all day, and he was frightened by insulting Mr. Jiang in the morning.

He originally wanted to tell Jiang Kuo, but Jiang Kuo seemed to be in good spirits, everyone was talking and laughing, and he didn't hide when the piggy's camera caught him.

So he didn't speak.

In fact, according to his previous habits, he would never have the idea of ​​telling Jiang Kuo.

At the moment, there are some contradictions. Because I don't want to affect Jiang Kuo's mood, I choose not to say it, but I hope Jiang Kuo can notice it.

Jiang Kuo, look at me.

"Can this bead be used as a sling on your compass brand?" Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, holding a string of transparent beads in his hand.

"No." Duan Feifei said.

"Why?" Jiang Kuo said, "It's very beautiful, and it's cheap."

Duan Feifei sighed, took the beads in his hand and put them back.

"Why?" Jiang Kuo insisted on asking.

"Because it's not worth ten yuan," Duan Feifan said, "and when you take it back later, you will find that apart from the lamp, it is just a string of small plastic beads. If you really think about it, go to the entrance of Dongbianqiao Primary School. At the grocery store, it costs one yuan a piece, and ten yuan can match one and a half rainbows."

"Fuck." Jiang Kuo said.

"You still need to practice, young master." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

After walking with a group of people for a while, Jiang Kuo leaned into his ear and asked softly, "Duan Feifan, are you feeling unwell?"

"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned his head and glanced at Jiang Kuo calmly.

The heart is turbulent and magnificent.

"Really?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yeah," Duan Feifei responded, "I'm a little dizzy."

"Didn't sleep well?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Maybe." Duan Feifei said, "I usually don't sleep well at night, and I can make up for it during class. I don't have class today."

"How about..." Jiang Kuo glanced at the people in front, "Go back first?"

"...No, no, no, no," Duan Feihua hurriedly said, this decision was a bit beyond expectations, "It will feel better after a short stroll."

"Okay," Jiang Kuo said, "If you still feel uncomfortable in a while, just tell me. I won't go to the bar later. You can take a taxi and go back first, and I'll just come to socialize."

"...Huh?" Duan Feifei was stunned.

do not!No!

He originally thought that when Jiang Kuo said go back first, he meant the two of them together.

But Jiang Kuo should stay. Jiang Liao brought the National People's Congress all the way to help. They didn't accompany them last night. If they are going to leave together again today, they will throw him to Fan Jiabao. That would be a little bit Too much.

"No," Duan Feifei replied resolutely, "It's nothing."

Fortunately, everyone was a little tired after the day. After visiting the night market, they decided to go back to the hotel to rest. They had classes in the morning and opened in the afternoon, so they had another busy day.

The opening time was calculated by the old uncle, and Duan Feifei thought it was probably calculated by the old uncle himself, because he and Jiang Kuo had no classes in the afternoon.

Before boarding the car and going back to the hotel, Jiang Kuo and Jiang Liao stood by the side of the road and chatted for a while. The big and small pigs probably knew about Jiang Lele's situation, and they all stood by the car without any reminders. ask.

"When your people come over tomorrow, let them stay in my shop first." Fan Jiabao leaned against the car door, "Let Hu Zi take it there, he knows it."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded, "Thank you."

"Don't talk about that," Fan Jiabao said, "Just don't push me when I need help in the future."

"As long as it's not something lawless, it's fine." Duan Feifei said.

"Fuck," Fan Jiabao smiled, "You're so fucking rigorous."

After Jiang Liao finished talking with Jiang Kuo, he seemed to be in good condition, so he stretched himself, said hello to them and got into the car.

Fan Jiabao drove Duan Feifan and Jiang Kuo back to school.

Everyone has returned to school today, and the dormitory lights are on. Many people are still awake at this time, and various movements can be heard outside the building.

This kind of environment that used to make Jiang Kuo irritated made him feel very friendly now.

Duan Feifei packed some unfinished hot dishes and gave them to Uncle Zhao.

"Come in a while?" Uncle Zhao asked.

"Not today," Duan Feifei whispered, "I'm almost sleepy, I'll drink with you tomorrow night."

"Okay," Uncle Zhao said with a smile, "Go and rest."

At the gate of 107, Duan Feifei stopped and looked at Jiang Kuo.

"Go to bed quickly," Jiang Kuo said, "If you can't do it tomorrow, you won't go to the first class. I'll roll your name for you."

"En." Duan Feifei took out the key.

"Good night." Jiang Kuo said.

"Good night." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo stood still, looked at him, turned around and walked in after a while.

Duan Feifei took the key and twisted it. After the door opened, he didn't go in, but turned to look at Jiang Kuo.

"Jiang Kuo." He called out.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo turned his head.

"You..." Duan Feifei hesitated for two seconds, "Stay with me for a while, I'm so dizzy that I feel like vomiting."