San Fu

"I played it externally," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "I don't know where the earphones are plugged."

"Are you in the passage behind Niu Sandao?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "It's the place where you earned 100 yuan for the first time on your own."

"It also includes ten yuan in compensation for work-related injuries." Jiang Kuo sighed.

"Yes." Duan Feifei smiled and looked at him on the screen.

Jiang Kuo was also looking at the screen, and it should be him, but the line of sight did not match.

"Are you looking at me?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yes." Duan Feifei said.

"Miss me?" Jiang Kuo suddenly approached the screen and asked in a low voice.

"I didn't think much about it at first, I was in a hurry when I came back," Duan Feifei also lowered his voice, "but seeing you now, I suddenly miss you."

"Uncle Kuo kisses me." Jiang Kuo said.

"Where are you kissing?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Shut up." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei pouted.

Jiang Kuo laughed so hard that he disappeared from the screen, and the whole screen was dizzy. Duan Feifei clicked his tongue: "Are you kidding me? I don't even want my image. You laugh."

"Come on, give me a kiss." Jiang Kuo returned to the screen.

Duan Feifei pouted again. "MUA!" Jiang Kuo kissed.

"Hiss—" Duan Feifei covered his mouth.

Jiang Kuo was stunned for a moment before he realized: "You are so fucking good at acting." "If it weren't for the money to learn acting," Duan Feifei said, "I might retake my freshman year in some acting department now, but the garden is not very good. Province……"

"Why do you rebuild everywhere you go?" Jiang Kuo laughed and coughed.

"I'm afraid I won't meet you if I don't rebuild." Duan Feifei said.

"...Damn." Jiang Kuo immediately stopped smiling.

"Huh?" Duan Feifei looked at him.

"A little moved." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei smiled and did not speak.

"You take this..." Duan Ling came out from the back door, holding a stick of ointment in his hand, and when he handed it to him, he saw his mobile phone and was stunned, "Where's the video?"

"Yes," Duan Feifei responded, "follow Jiang Kuo."

"Who?" Jiang Kuo was leaning against the wall, but he stood up straight at once, with a serious expression on his face.

"Duan Ling." Duan Feifei said.

"Hello, Sister Ling." Jiang Kuo greeted immediately.

"Hey, okay, have you eaten yet?" Duan Ling leaned over and waved his hand, and left the screen without waiting for Jiang Kuo's answer, throwing the ointment on Duan Feifei's lap, "Why did you two just make a video when you got home..."

"If you want to dial the voice, you clicked the wrong button," Jiang Kuo said, "Just watch the video by the way."

"Then you two talk," Duan Ling pointed at the ointment, "Wipe this on in a while, is your mouth on fire?"

"Ah," Duan Feifei touched his mouth, "Is it still obvious?"

"Your aunt said she was angry, but I said there was a fight," Duan Ling said, "I guessed wrong?"

"What did you two bet on?" Duan Feifei turned to look at her.

"Little Zhuge at the door will have a meal tonight," Duan Ling said.

"I'm on fire." Duan Feifei said.

"Duan Feifei, are you just trying to blackmail me!" Duan Ling shouted.

"Do I dare to blackmail my old aunt?" Duan Feifei said.

Duan Ling pointed at him with staring eyes, turned and left.

"I didn't scold you." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

"Listen, young master," Duan Feifei said, "Why don't she pretend to be a lady."

Someone called him from Jiang Kuo's side, and he answered, looking at the screen: "The meal is ready, I'm going to eat."

Duan Feifei glanced at the back door, and leaned closer to the screen: "Come on, give me a kiss, and give me your lips."

"What about revenge?" Jiang Kuo smiled.

"Yeah," Duan Feifei said, "I still want to take a screenshot."

"Damn." Jiang Kuo stared at the camera.

"Hurry up, it's time to eat, it won't be easy to kiss after a while." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth, pouted and leaned in front of the screen.

Duan Feifei quickly clicked to take a screenshot, and then leaned over: "MUA! Let's go eat." "Call me when you're done in the afternoon," Jiang Kuo said.

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

When Duan Feifei returned to the house, the old aunt leaned on the chair and took a nap, and the old uncle sat on the chair by the door and smoked.

"I'm going out for a walk." He took a snack and said while eating.

"Go," said the old man, "come back and bring a bottle of vinegar."

"Okay." Duan Feifei stretched his waist.

The market at noon is relatively idle, there are few people, the noise is much lower, and there is a lazy atmosphere, it seems that everyone is sleepy.

He walked slowly through the market. He knew many of these people. As long as he stayed here for three to five years, even if he became a permanent resident, he would be able to make some contacts. Those who were farther away from Niusandao would at least be familiar with each other. .

Those like Niu Sandao who have been working for 30 to [-] years are not particularly numerous in the market. Mr. Zhang is one of them. There are a few in the dry goods area over there, and there are two spice shops...more people are in the market. I have been working here for a few years, but I can't continue to leave. I have done a good job in exchange for a better deal.

Duan Feifei's cognition of many things comes from this market, socializing, meeting people and things, observing words, good and bad, what can be done and what can't be done...

Some are correct, some are crooked, and I need to identify them bit by bit in the days to come, and if I accept everything, I will stay here forever.

He still stays here, although he doesn't want to, but when the market is likely to be demolished and life may change dramatically, he will still feel uneasy like many people.

There was no one in Lao Zhang's shop, and Lao Zhang was sitting in front of the shop cursing.

He was clearly out of breath, and he probably had been cursing for a long time. When he expressed his emotions to the market that he didn't want to stay here for a second, he would use the same curse to express his willingness to stay here until he died.

"Lang is back?" Seeing Duan Feifan, the old boss Zhang took time out of his busy schedule to ask.

"En," Duan Feifei responded, "Uncle Zhang, did you take a moment?"

"Squeeze your ass," Old Zhang glared at him and snorted, "Your family is going to be hungry, can you still squint?"

"We also ask for food together," Duan Feifei said, "do you still have time to worry about us?"

"Fuck," old boss Zhang threw the cigarette butt that had long been extinguished in his hand, and stood up, "Don't curse me!"

Duan Feifei smiled, quickly passed through several meat stalls next to him, and turned a corner.

The old man behind him seemed to be reinvigorated, and his cursing voice increased a lot.

There are several lounges in the market management office. The administrators will rest here, and sometimes they will come here to hide before returning to the office after patrolling the market.

What Duan Feifei is looking for is Brother Wen, the resident guest of the lounge. He is in his 40s and his first job was a market administrator. Because he loves the lounge so much, he was still an administrator when the market was about to be demolished. superior.

But he is the person who knows this market best, he watched Duan Feifei grow up, he took good care of Duan Feifei, he smoked cigarette butts for him, and was chased and beaten by Duan Feifei.

"Hurry up," Brother Wen grabbed a handful of cards, "Hurry up, I'm going to go out for a spin after I've played this hand."

Another administrator, Xiao Cao, threw out a few cards.

Brother Wen immediately snapped a few of them too.

Duan Feifei stood behind him: "Hiss..."

"Fuck," Brother Wen immediately wavered at the few cards thrown out, and wanted to reach out to take them back, but he didn't move, turned around and saw that it was Duan Feifan, he frowned, "What's wrong? What's wrong! How can I fight if I don't fight like this!"

"Toothache." Duan Feifei touched his face.

Xiao Cao immediately burst out laughing.

"Just you," Brother Wen slapped him back, "You just fuck me!"

"Hit you," Duan Feifei dodged, "you'll be spinning around in a while."

"How did you get here?" Brother Wen looked at the sign, "You can't just enter here casually."

"It came in through the rear window," Duan Feifei said.

Brother Wen clicked his tongue: "Open your mouth and come here... There are fruits on the table, go there and eat."

Duan Feifei leaned back on the chair next to him, stretched his legs and slowly swayed his toes. After Brother Wen finished playing cards, he turned his head at him, then he stood up and followed Brother Wen out through the back door.

"Shall I accompany you around?" Duan Feifei said.

"Pull it down," Brother Wen said, "You will know what I have revealed to you by then."

"That's why I didn't send you any news," Duan Feifei said, "I only had an interview with you when I came back."

"Then you still go around with me," Brother Wen glared at him, "Tell me, what's going on, I don't know anything, and I haven't received any notice."

"We want another market of our size in the city," Duan Feifei smiled, "Where do you think it will be?"

"Then there's no certainty," Brother Wen took out a cigarette and passed it in front of him, "Either?"

"My dad will break out of prison tomorrow and beat you up." Duan Feifei said.

"Fuck," Brother Wen laughed, lit his cigarette, took a puff, and said in a low voice, "There is no big land in the urban area to build a market. The temporary market is enough, so we need to build another one." Like us, get the suburbs."

Duan Feifei frowned: "It must be wholesale."

"That's right." Brother Wen said.

"If I want to do the planning, I have to leave another small market," Duan Feifei said, "The residents don't buy vegetables anymore?"

Brother Wen smiled and said nothing.

"It's just that the number of stalls must be less than half," Duan Feifei clicked his tongue.

"The area must not be that big anymore," Brother Wen said, "it's about the size of the first floor of Niu Sandao."

"It's enough not to live with people," Duan Feifei said.

Xiao Cao came out from the back door, and Brother Wen was going to go on a tour with him.

After Xiao Cao went downstairs, Brother Wen patted Duan Feifei on the shoulder again: "Don't worry."

"Have a meal after get off work," Duan Feifei said, "It's been a long time since we talked."

"Also, you won't see people when you go to college. It's not as good as when you were in high school." Brother Wen waved his hand, "But we don't talk about such nonsense. We have to avoid suspicion this time. The second brother invited me to dinner."

"Then I'll tell him." Duan Feifei smiled.

"Is that sure?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifei sat on a stone pier by the roadside outside the market, "The new market is in the suburbs, so it's purely a farmers' wholesale market. I guess there's a small one nearby."

"Is there a show for the little one?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Can the administrator reserve a place for him?"

"You may not be able to stay if you stay," Duan Feifei said, "but I will be notified immediately if there is any news. It is basically reliable."

"Then what are your plans now?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Waiting for news here," Duan Feifei sorted out his thoughts, "Prepare with both hands. The temporary market must not be able to make sauced beef. You have to find a back kitchen. This is easier than finding a shop. The other side is to open another shop. This With my uncle's consent."

"Does he agree?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Can you do it yourself? Can you use Niu Sandao's name?"

"It's really hard to say," Duan Feifei frowned, "I haven't talked about this before. It's true that the two of them set up the shop together, but it's also true that my dad hasn't contributed money or effort in the past ten years."

Jiang Kuo thought for a while: "Didn't they divide the proportion at the beginning? By technology or investment..."

"Rich," Duan Feifei smiled, "This is not Mr. Jiang's project. If you say that, they have to count on loyalty at the time, let alone brothers, honesty is better than a contract, who wants to cheat Who, everyone in the market despises it, and has no place to stand."

"I was the one to be rude," Jiang Kuo laughed, "Then you should try to talk about it first. If he hesitates, ask your dad to talk to him."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"Are you rich?" Jiang Kuo asked suddenly.

"That's what I asked," Duan Feifei smiled, "It's a little bit, what's the matter?"

"Is it enough to open a shop?" Jiang Kuo asked again.

"It depends on the scale and grade." Duan Feifan said, "It's definitely not as good as Niu Sandao's current situation."

He suddenly remembered what his father said.

It's good to have such a friend, who can help you in the future.

"I'll think about it first," Duan Feifei added, "I don't know yet, and where this kind of store is located is much smaller than other stores, so it's hard to find a place."

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

Duan Feifei was silent for a while and smiled: "This topic is too serious."

"Then it's easy," Jiang Kuo thought for a while, "I'll go back to school after the Chinese New Year."

"Okay." Duan Feifei responded immediately without any hesitation, and then remembered to ask after answering, "Will Mr. Jiang not be reluctant? You have only been back for a few days?"

"Why don't you ask my mother if she is willing?" Jiang Kuo said.

"I feel she is willing." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo laughed: "She is really willing."

"So don't worry about Mr. Jiang?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Do you want to control Mr. Jiang?" Jiang Kuo also asked.

"...I don't want to." Duan Feifei answered truthfully.

Jiang Kuo laughed loudly: "Then ask a fart."

"My emotional intelligence doesn't allow me not to ask." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

Having nothing to do all afternoon, Jiang Kuo walked up and down the stairs seven or eight times. Benben followed him at first, but then he abandoned him and went to the kitchen to accompany Aunt Liu.

It used to be like this often. Jiang Kuo could stay in the house all afternoon, scrolling through his phone, playing with his gadgets, or staring blankly, but today he was extremely boring.

It wasn't until Duan Feihua called that his boredom came to an end, and after hanging up the phone, the feeling of emptiness disappeared.

During the same time when he continued to do nothing, he could sit down in the sun room in the mood, drink the leftover tea from Jiang Liao, and look at a freshly opened express envelope in front of him.

This is the survey of milk tea shops sent by Yang Ke today.

After researching, there can be seven or eight pages of paper. Jiang Kuo opened it before and didn't want to read it.

He also admires Yang Ke, who can send him this stuff as if nothing had happened after spreading rumors.

Mentality is very stable.

But at this moment, he picked it up and glanced at the final conclusion, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

- To sum up, I do not have all the conditions required for a profitable milk tea shop.

Jiang Kuo also wanted to see what was written earlier, to appreciate the whole process of Yang Ke's self-denial, and Yang Ke had already called.

"Hey!" He took the phone, if he hadn't just finished chatting with Duan Feifan and he was in a good mood and Yang Ke's dream of a milk tea shop had already been shattered, he would not have answered the call at all.

"Are your fingers useless?" He picked up the phone, "Or is it the law in your place that you use mobile phones to type sentences?"

"Have you read it?" Yang Ke asked.

"Look," Jiang Kuo said, "Congratulations, it's time to turn around."

"Your judgment is quite accurate. I am indeed not suitable for being a milk tea shop," Yang Ke said, "So I would like to ask you if you have any better suggestions."

"I'll send you a QR code later," Jiang Kuo said.

"Why?" Yang Ke was stunned.

"Paid consultation, 10 per [-] minutes." Jiang Kuo said.

Yang Ke didn't speak. After a few seconds, Jiang Kuo's phone vibrated, and Yang Keke transferred eight hundred.

Jiang Kuo happily clicked to collect the money, and at this moment he felt the joy of Duan Feifei cheating him of money.

"What's your suggestion?" Yang Ke asked.

"Go back to school." Jiang Kuo said.

"...You are cheating." Yang Ke said.

"Did you ask me for better advice? Did I answer you? Is there any problem with my answer?" Jiang Kuo asked.

Yang Ke was silent for a while: "Jiang Kuo, I really won't go back to school. I haven't learned anything for myself in these years, and I haven't made any choices for myself. Whether it's right or wrong this time, I just follow my own Think about it once."

"That's why you have a way out," Jiang Kuo said.

"Aren't you the same?" Yang Ke said, "I must go to that school."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, he frowned and pondered.

"Do you have time?" Yang Ke said, "We can make an appointment after the next year..."

"Don't!" Jiang Kuo raised his voice, "No date!"

Yang Ke sighed.

"Are you willing to start with the most basic things?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Which aspect?" Yang Ke asked immediately.

"Food and drink." Jiang Kuo said.

Yang Ke was stunned, and after a while he tentatively asked again: "You mean serving the plate?"

Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He quickly took the phone away, rubbed his face and said again: "That's really cheating you, but this thing hasn't started yet, wait until it's time You haven’t found something to do yet, so let’s talk about it.”

"How long?" Yang Ke asked.

"I don't know." Jiang Kuo said.

"Who is the boss?" Yang Ke asked.

"My boyfriend." Jiang Kuo said.

"...Jiang Kuo, are you playing tricks on me?" Yang Ke said, "I will formally apologize to you for this matter, I am really sorry, I..."

"I don't have time to play tricks on you," Jiang Kuo said, "If you are willing to follow the early stage, you can learn a lot. If you are willing, I will find you when the time comes."

Although this matter is not going to be done now, if it is really going to be done, Duan Feifan will definitely not be able to handle it, and someone needs to help. If he really can't find a suitable person by then, Yang Ke can also use it.

Yang Ke is not a very capable person, but for his self-denying research, he should be serious in doing things, especially after leaving him alone for a few months, the pretentious aura will disappear, Coupled with the relationship with Uncle Yang, it is probably easier to handle.

If you can use it at that time, you can use it, if you don't need it, it's his retribution for spreading rumors, whatever.

"Is the boss Dong Kun?" Yang Ke asked.

what……

Jiang Kuo was speechless.

"If it's not too long," Yang Ke said, "I can wait, but... if it's really too long, I won't guarantee it."

"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "That's a good thing."

"I hope," Yang Ke said, "I really won't come out to eat after the next year..."

Jiang Kuo hung up the phone.

When I woke up early this morning, I couldn’t see the outside clearly from the windows. The temperature dropped in the middle of the night last night, and today it’s not even bright.

Duan Feifei sneezed all the way down the stairs, and after eating the noodles cooked for him by his aunt, he went upstairs again and took the scarf Jiang Kuo gave him before going out.

When he got off the bus, Jiang Kuo sent a message saying he got up, and he immediately called.

"On the way?" Jiang Kuo quickly answered the phone.

"Well," Duan Feifei smiled, "I've already got off the bus, and I'll be there in a few minutes' walk."

"I thought you'd have to call me when you're done," Jiang Kuo said.

"I'm a bit uncertain," Duan Feifei said, "I hear your voice can be a bit more steady."

"Every time we go, we have a good chat," Jiang Kuo said, "Tell him about what we did when we went out this time."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Even if you have a little mood swings, you will be fine once you see your son." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei was sitting in the meeting room, when Luo’s guard colleague came in and whispered to him: “Wait a little longer, we had already agreed to meet today, and your father agreed yesterday, but he was a bit reluctant just now. He'll be here right away."

"It's okay," Duan Feifei said, "I'll wait for him."

After sitting for about 10 minutes, Dad finally walked out of the small door slowly.

After sitting across from him, she didn't pick up the receiver and just looked at him like that.

"Dad." Duan Feifei took the receiver.

Dad sighed and took the receiver: "What are you doing here, wasting time."

"I don't have anything to do at this time." Duan Feifei said.

"I'm fine," Dad said, "don't worry, you live your own life, don't worry about me, Ronaldinho and the others are too, why do you always come here!"

"I didn't come because I was worried about you," Duan Feifei said, "Guard Luo said that I can apply for another interview this month, so I came."