Zhang Jun's eyes looked at the plate, but his mind was spinning rapidly, he wanted to find the best place, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he remembered a very good place.

At this time, it had closed, and the people in the big room left with satisfaction, and there were only two of them left in the room, Zhang Jun asked Yang Jiahui gently: "Shall we go to Milan to drink coffee?"

Yang Jiahui turned off the computer and said with a smile: "I really didn't know there was such a restaurant?"

"Then come with me. Zhang Jun said, he stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her thin waist, trying to pick her up, suddenly there was a cough at the door, Zhang Jun was so frightened that a layer of sweat immediately appeared on his head, he followed the sound and looked, it turned out to be the female cleaner cleaning the garbage at the door. He let go of his hand, blushing and a little embarrassed, the cleaner was also very conscious, she quickly finished cleaning, then turned around and walked away with the tools.

Yang Jiahui punched Zhang Jun vigorously and said, "I found that you are getting worse and worse, and you are bold." After she finished speaking, she took the initiative to take his hand and walked out.

The sun is shining outside the hall, the asphalt on the road is a little soft, there is a layer of water vapor on the road from a distance, like a thin veil floating upward, the heat wave rushed over with a gust of wind, the two people suddenly felt a little out of breath, Zhang Jun said: "Let's take a taxi, this day is really unbearable." ”

"Okay. ”

Milan Pastry is a newly opened Western-style hotel, the main color of the hotel is dark red, which seems calm and detached, the hotel plays all kinds of beautiful music 24 hours a day, and in each small box, there is an exquisite dining table, and a pot of blooming flowers is placed in the center of the dining table.

When they walked into the hotel, the waiter guided them to a secluded box, and Zhang Jun nodded decently: "Two fried lamb chops." ”

He continued to look at the menu, looked at it for a while, handed the menu to Yang Jiahui, and said, "Ladies first." ”

"Smoked duck breast macaroni salad, beef with strawberry mustard sirloin, rose-flavored sea bass, and pan-fried lamb chops, just four dishes. Yang Jiahui said very easily.

Yang Jiahui continued: "Take another small bottle of Changyuhong, you will want one more dish, you take two more small plates, thank you!"

Zhang Jun looked at her and was very surprised, and then he was normal again, because he remembered that she was the eldest lady of a rich family.

The first time he used a Western-style knife and fork, it looked very clumsy, and Yang Jiahui was the same, she looked back and saw that there was no one around, so she simply tore the lamb chops into several pieces, and came to a way to eat the lamb chops by hand, Zhang Jun looked funny and followed the hand to grab the lamb chops. Gradually, the Western-style dishes turned into Mongolian hand-grasped flavors, and after a period of gobbling up, the two looked at each other and laughed.

Zhang Jun looked at the messy plate and said, "The amount of food here is too small, quite a big plate, just a few pieces of meat." Yang Jiahui wiped it with a tissue and called out to the waiter, "Please take the plate down and give us two cups of coffee, thank you." ”

Sipping mellow coffee and listening to beautiful music, the two are immersed in happiness.

Zhang Jun asked, "Jiahui, do you know how much money I make today?"

"How much?" Yang Jiahui pretended not to know, and she asked curiously.

Zhang Jun said very proudly: "Eighteen thousand." ”

He then added, "If you can make this money every day, then you will not do anything, and it will become boring." ”

Yang Jiahui said: "It's beautiful to think. ”

Zhang Jun thought to himself, don't you want to be beautiful, how can there be a daily price limit, Buffett also relies on day after day year to have today's remarkable achievements, and he has only a good beginning, and the days to come are still long. No matter what, I have to continue to work hard and strive to be a god.

Yang Jiahui seemed to see what was on his mind and said, "Zhang Jun, what are you thinking?

Zhang Jun asked curiously, "How do you know?"

Yang Jiahui giggled and said, "I don't know yet, your happiness is written on your face." ”

Zhang Jun realized that he still had a smile on his face, and he said happily: "I just thought, one day I can also become a god, as long as I work hard like this, what do you say?"

Yang Jiahui said: "Yes, yes, but the god of stocks has not been sealed for himself, and the real gods of stocks are low-key, and they can't hold their heads high forever." ”

Zhang Jun waved his fist and said: "I will be low-key in the future, and I will always be low-key." ”

Look at the sky outside has turned gray, the sun has disappeared without a trace, the two of them left the western restaurant and walked out, hehe, the temperature is just right now, the heat of the day has become moderate now, they turned a corner to the bank of the Liao River, they like this road the most, here you can see the wide river, the freighters coming and going and the Haihe River Bridge in the distance. Listening to the sound of the rolling waves, feeling the coolness of summer, this is the best place for Liaoying people to go in summer, before the evening, there will be a lot of people gathered here, there are rioters, dancers, singing and so on, people like what will gather in where they are.

In an open field, there were more than a dozen old men, holding a long homemade brush in their hands, writing on the ground with water, Yang Jiahui pulled Zhang Jun over, Yang Jiahui asked quietly: "How do they write?"

Zhang Jun smiled and whispered: "The Lanting that I wrote, there are really few decent skills, so I should be fitness." ”

"You can't keep a low profile. Yang Jiahui said softly.

Zhang Jun said: "I only said it to yourself, not to others. ”

They continued to wander along the banks of the Liao River, and after a while, they found the little pavilion, and he asked, "Do you remember that little pavilion?"

"Of course, how can it be?" asked Yang Jiahui curiously.

Zhang Jun suddenly smiled and said, "I made a promise." With that, he turned around and was about to run away.

He forgot that one of Yang Jiahui's hands was clasped with himself, but he didn't run, but he was hit twice on the shoulder, the two of them came to the small pavilion with a smile, and sat in the position where they used to sit, he hugged her thin waist, and she gently leaned on his arms, and they looked out along the gap in the tree in the small pavilion, and saw people coming and going on the path by the river, which was particularly lively.

Zhang Jun said: "You see so many people, they all come out for a walk at night after eating a full meal. ”

Yang Jiahui said: "How greasy and crooked at home, how good it is to come out to breathe and exercise!"

"Yes. My parents also went out for a walk after dinner, and they usually didn't come back until eight or nine o'clock. Zhang Jun said.

Yang Jiahui lay in his arms and said coquettishly: "What do you mean by this? Tell you, I won't go if there is no one in your house." ”

Zhang Jun said: "Then what if I force it?"

"Hmph!" Yang Jiahui snorted softly, she was half lying in his arms, her hands were tightly wrapped around his neck, her face was tightly leaning on his chest, they were fully enjoying the coolness of this summer, a cool breeze blew in from the cracks in the trees, the moist and fresh feeling was entwined in their hearts and lungs, he gently stroked her face with his hands, she closed her eyes and felt ...... silently.

The sky slowly darkened, and there were gradually fewer people on the road, Yang Jiahui looked around and said to Zhang Jun: "It's so late, go home!"

"Okay!"

They held hands and strolled on the lower road by the river, and along the way, Yang Jiahui sang again: "The heart has the same body of rhino mudstone, I just hope to be a mandarin duck and not envy the fairyland, I hope that your heart will never leave...... The flowing water is ruthless, and the beauty is intentional, and it is the most difficult thing not to be with you, and the wildflowers on the side of the road are ignored, and they only hope that they will be bridged. ”

The tactful and melodious singing was entwined by the river, Zhang Jun was fascinated by it, Yang Jiahui looked at Zhang Jun and asked, "Let me ask you, do you know who sang this song just now?"

Zhang Jun scratched his head and thought for a long time before saying, "It seems to be the Queqiao Club of the Flower Band." ”

Yang Jiahui looked angry and said, "Stupid, what kind of flower band? I sang it just now." ”

Only then did Zhang Jun react and say: "It turned out to be a brain teaser! I'm stupid." ”

They frolicked to the door of the luxury community, Yang Jiahui pulled him to a corner, kissed him gently, and then jumped and ran in, Zhang Jun wiped the traces on his face with his hand, and secretly wondered in his heart: What kind of attitude is the low attitude of her family, and they won't let me in. After thinking about it: It's okay not to go in, it's troublesome to see the elders.

Bidding farewell to his lover, Zhang Jun whistled along the way, walking lightly, he kept muttering in his heart: Today I made a net profit of 18,000 yuan, which is really enjoyable, and I have to talk to my parents when I go home, I am so happy. He thought about it, and soon the wine returned to his home. When he opened the door, he found that the house was empty, and Zhang Jun knew that his parents must have been walking outside and not coming back, so he was a little hungry to see what he had to eat.

He muttered in his heart, came to the kitchen, and saw that there were still a few steamed buns, so he broke it and pulled it in half, and swallowed it in a few bites, which made him feel more comfortable.

When I returned home, my mother asked with concern, "Didn't you eat at night?"

Zhang Jun said with a smile: "The Western food I ate with her was quite large, and there was nothing to eat, but I was hungry!"

My father smiled and said, "Western food doesn't work in China, especially in our Northeast." As he spoke, he took out a bag of fried salt beans from the cupboard, and Zhang Jun was happy when he saw this.

He said: "We speculate on stocks together, and there is one person who likes to eat fried salt beans and thinks that he has the same hobby as so-and-so. After Zhang Jun finished speaking, he picked up the fried salt beans and ate them, he chewed and said: "This thing is indeed delicious, much more enjoyable than those Western foods." ”

The mother said on the side: "It seems that the army is in a good mood today. ”

Zhang Jun said proudly: "Mom, I earned 18,000 today, and one day I will invite you to eat Western food." ”

The mother said, "I don't eat, I can't eat enough." ”

Hehe.

"See what you know!"

As he spoke, he returned to his room, set up his pen and ink, and then took out an empty scroll and wrote down four standard regular scripts - always low-key, and the signature was Zhang Jun, the god of stocks.