6 a.m. the next morning.

The sky was overcast and raining.

Feng Manlou got up to wash, didn't care about going to the cafeteria for breakfast, so he took his raincoat and set off for the Comic Exhibition.

This morning, I have to go to the printing house with Inaka Ming and Boss Zhao to get the comic book, and there is a 200 transportation fee, so I don't dare to delay.

Opposite the dormitory, there is a row of iron frame parking sheds, and hundreds of bicycles and electric vehicles of all sizes are crammed into the sheds.

Feng Manlou came under the canopy with a raincoat and couldn't help frowning when he saw the rain full of bicycles.

It seems that last night's wind and rain were not small?!

Quickly smash the bike a few times to shake off the rain, and then take out a dry towel from under the saddle and carefully dry the handlebars of the saddle.

Don't sit on the seat of the car that is stained with water, PP is easy to catch a cold and will have diarrhea!

Unlocked and got into the car, Feng Manlou put on a raincoat, said "Hero, go", and rode towards the school gate.

......

Outside the main entrance.

Zhu Chonggui and Xia Kai, who had been guarding all night, drank seaweed soup tremblingly to continue their lives.

Under the eaves, the storm in the middle of the night was hard, and the whole pants were soaked, and the iron man couldn't bear it!

"Chonggui, don't you think that kid in Fengmanlou is really evil?"

Xia Kai said, "We just got involved with him, and it seems that everything is not going well." ”

"It's really evil. Zhu Chonggui nodded with a bitter face.

Since they started to deal with the wind and the building, in just one day, they were first slipped away by the mask man and almost lost their breath, and then encountered a violent storm on a night when the moon and stars were sparse.

MMP, the weather forecast clearly says that the probability of rain is only 10%, which can also allow them to catch up?!

What a hell of a life!

Just as he was about to scold a few words, Zhu Chonggui suddenly let out a fart, and his stomach felt a stormy colic.

He gasped and exclaimed, "Ouch, no!

Akai, you help me keep an eye here, I'll go to the public toilet!"

After saying that, he covered his ass and ran away.

Xia Kai was disgusted by this smelly and loud fart, and was about to change places to drink soup, when suddenly his stomach cramped, and he let out four or five loud farts in a row.

He's got a cold too!

Seeing that he was about to be injected directly in the tank, he decisively threw away the soup bowl and chased after him with his buttocks.

"Ouch hey, no, I'm going to pull too. ”

"Damn, you go with me, who is guarding the door, what if the wind runs away?!"

"What are you afraid of, serious students who get up at 6 o'clock. ”

"That's right!"

The two of them squirted farts and ran wildly into the public toilet.

......

Feng Manlou rode out of the school gate, smelled a faint smell of stinky fart, frowned, and said in his heart Who detained the basin at the school gate, so stinky?

Fortunately, a burst of meat aroma on the opposite side quickly overshadowed the stench, and when I looked over, I found that the old man who sold meat buns was out of the stall, and I felt that it was still early, so I rode over.

"Uncle, let's have two meat buns and add more meat!"

The old man has an inch of hair, about sixty years old, and he is all tidy.

He smiled and nodded, "Okay." "Expertly pinch a piece of flavored pork belly from the broth and chop it on a cutting board.

Half past six o'clock, Feng Manlou came to Zhanpeng Advertising Company on time, the sliding door was already half-open, and it was obvious that Boss Zhao had come.

"Brother Zhao, good morning!" Feng Manlou found Boss Zhao coming out of the warehouse on the side.

"Come on, have you had breakfast, I bought some steamed bun fritters. ”

When Boss Zhao saw him coming, he opened the door.

"I ate some, but only five minutes full. ”

"Haha, that's just time to have breakfast together. ”

Feng Manlou pushed the car into the warehouse, and with a very discerning mop, he used a mop to clean the muddy water brought in by the wheels, and then returned to the store with Boss Zhao.

Lifting the sliding door, he saw Naru Inochi, who was sitting on a folding bed, rubbing his temples, apparently spending the night in the print shop last night.

"Mr. Inaka was so drunk that I couldn't really ask where his house was, so I had to let him stay here for the night. Boss Zhao explained with a smile.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry for your trouble. Although Jing Zhongming had a serious hangover, his politeness was still excellent, and he got up and bowed to Boss Zhao to apologize.

"Where, friend, yes. ”

Boss Zhao handed him a plastic bag, which contained towels, toothbrushes, water cups and hangover medicine, "Brush your teeth and wash your face first, then drink two bottles of hangover cures that protect the liver and relieve hangover, eat a few vegetarian buns, and keep you alive immediately." ”

Jing Zhongming said "Aligado", said hello to the wind all over the building, and trotted to the toilet to wash.

Feng Manlou remembered the funny appearance of dancing the neon dress dance after drinking high in the well last night, and couldn't help but secretly laugh, don't look at the politeness and rules of the Nishang people during the day, and it is like a different person to start drinking crazy.

After Jing Zhongming finished washing, the three of them had breakfast together and drove to the printing house.

The printing house was found by Boss Zhao for Jing Zhongming, and according to the unspoken rules of the industry, he could get a good rebate for these 3,000 comics.

Counting the income from arranging the booth, in the three-day comic exhibition, he earned 10,000 yuan from Jing Zhongming.

This is also the reason why Boss Zhao takes special care of Jing Zhongming.

If you don't look at people, you have to look at money.

The three of them drove to the printing house, and the rumbling sound of machines was endless.

Boss Zhao made a phone call, and the security guard opened the door.

A middle-aged man who looked like a factory director walked out of the factory at the right time, jokingly complaining: "Mr. Jingzhong, your order is too urgent, if it weren't for Boss Zhao's face, I'm afraid I might not have rushed out of the print." ”

"There are Director Lao Zhao and Boss Zhao, thank you very much. Naru Inoaka bowed.

Soon, two workers loaded 3,000 comic books into the van.

Don't look at each one, which is only as thick as a five-cent coin, the weight added together is really not light, and the wind can clearly see that the rear wheel suspension is an inch shorter.

There was income from selling comic books yesterday, and Jing Zhongming paid very happily with his mobile phone, and Boss Zhao got in the car and left after changing an extension with Director Zhao that you know and I understand.

Feng Manlou sat in the back row, watching the van slowly move away, and suddenly thought, "Director Zhao, Boss Zhao......

I'll go, these two people can't be relatives, right?

It's really a bit like a face?!

If they were relatives, they would really not flow into the fields of outsiders, and they would almost be trusted!"

When he arrived at Xinmao Plaza, the time was close to half past eight, Feng Manlou took the cart and opened it, and began to unload the goods with the help of Boss Zhao and Jing Zhongming.

His identity is not comparable to He Qiang, even if he is given 200 yuan for transportation, Jing Zhongming does not dare to stand idly by.

Soon, the three of them pushed the cart into the exhibition hall, and He Qiang, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately trotted over to help.

Feng Manlou didn't have a good impression of him at all, so he directly handed over the cart to him and turned around and left.

"Mr. Inaka, Brother Zhao, I'll go change my clothes first. ”

"Fengjun, I'm tired!"

Feng Manlou waved his hand and walked to the dry cleaner.

The prop costume has been handed over to the dry cleaner for cleaning and disinfection last night, otherwise the smell of sweat will keep all the fans who keep it.

After taking off his clothes, Feng Manlou came to the dressing room, and just pushed the door open, the originally noisy sound in the room stopped abruptly.

Looking at the dozen or so eyes that were both respectful and awe-struck, he couldn't help but scratch his nose.

What's the situation, how do you see me, it's like seeing a ghost?

Could it be that I was too eye-catching and radiant yesterday?