Fu Qingqing finally signed the transfer contract.

For her, it is not a loss to transfer the dance hall for one million, because she didn't like the dance hall from the beginning, to be precise, she didn't like the company owned by the Fu family in Pan Yu.

The reason is simple, these companies are her dowry.

When she and Lin Jiahao were married, the Fu family handed over all Pan Yu's companies to her. If you do the math, there are almost seventeen or eighteen large and small companies.

It was from the moment she took over these companies that the unhappiness of her marriage also began, so Fu Qingqing hated everything here, hated Caesar Cabaret, deliberately made trouble in the dance hall, and deliberately caused a series of troubles, so that others would treat her as a crazy woman.

Now, she has transferred the dance hall, but she is not happy, because she was forced by Song Zhichao.

As a Hong Kong native, especially as a Hong Kong socialite, Fu Qingqing has to guard the pride in her bones, but Song Zhichao, a mainland boy, just crushed her inner pride.

Fu Qingqing went out after signing the contract.

She didn't want to look at Song Zhichao any more.

As for Song Zhichao---

Holding the signed contract for the transfer of the dance hall, Song Zhichao felt in a good mood. So he took the paper towel on the dining table, walked to the side of Master Su who was standing very emotionally, reached out and took the tissue to help him wipe his forehead and the egg yolk juice on his face, "Don't pestle it again, the eldest lady will forgive you!

Master Su blinked and wanted to cry.

Song Zhichao handed him the tissue, "Well, I'm leaving--- there will be a period later." Waving his hand at Master Su, Song Zhichao took a step forward and walked out of the restaurant easily.

......

Outside, the summer wind blows slowly, stirring the rows of dense fine-leaved banyan trees on the roadside, bringing a hint of coolness to the sweltering summer heat.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and there weren't many pedestrians on the road.

The shops on the street have long since opened, buying and selling household appliances, renting novels, selling hardware and groceries, as well as buying and selling slippers, clothes, children's toys and so on.

Some shops that buy and sell home appliances seem to be doing well, and many stores take turns showing high-frequency commercials---

WEINIG washing machine, dedicated to the love of mothers.

Naughty, naughty, Toshiba in the new era.

In the midst of the noisy advertising bombardment, on the left side of the street, a video store has the best business.

A large group of teenagers who looked like students crowded inside to pick out their favorite cassette. The businessman deliberately put a tape recorder on the chair outside the door, and the tape recorder was loudly playing the dance song "Lovelorn Front Alliance" by the Hong Kong Grasshopper Group---

"She always left only the phone number

Never let me take her home

I heard that you were in love with her too

I was also unable to extricate myself......

We cared so much about her, but she was completely obliterated

The more it hurts, the more sad she becomes, never getting an answer

What the hell she thinks should continue to speculate

Let's forget about it......"

Accompanied by this dance music, Song Zhichao, who was dressed in a Korean suit, carried a briefcase, danced while walking, swinging his hips, twisting his hips, shaking his head, pausing his feet, and vividly interpreting the dance of the song Grasshopper in every gesture.

His handsome appearance and chic dancing posture attracted the men and women who walked by around him to constantly look sideways, and even some girls who were just beginning to fall in love also cast adoring glances at him. After all, in such an era, there are still very few people who dare to dance so freely on the street.

Song Zhichao was like no one around, enjoying this moment of selflessness.

Fleeting ---

Song Zhichao came to the place where the phone call was better and connected with Mark, and looked around, except for an uncle sitting on a small horse, shaking a pot and frying popcorn, and a few little children with bowls and bags next to him, there was no one else.

The children are waiting for the popcorn to be fried, and Song Zhichao is also waiting for Mark to appear.

As he had said on the phone before, Mark would hurry up and get here. In fact, Song Zhichao believes that Mark is even more anxious than himself at this time, anxious to see the real result, after all, the signed contract is in the briefcase he is carrying.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, Song Zhichao leaned under a banyan tree and took out a cigarette from his arms, and when he looked for a match, he found that the match had run out of somehow.

pinched the empty matchbox and threw it on the ground, Song Zhichao felt that the nearby commissary was a little too far away, and he didn't bother to walk over, so he went straight to the uncle who fried popcorn, handed the uncle a cigarette and said, "Borrow a fire." ”

Uncle put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it with the fiery boiling pot, and then handed the lit cigarette to Song Zhichao. Song Zhichao took the cigarette, lit the cigarette butt to the cigarette butt, and said, "Thank you." ”

Smoking a cigarette and being bored, Song Zhichao chatted with the uncle who fried popcorn.

Uncle said that his surname is Liu, he is not a local, and he also came to Pan Yu from other places to work, and his wife was pregnant not long ago, and he wanted to prepare more money for the child.

Usually he does odd jobs in a factory, earning about 60 yuan a month. If the factory doesn't have much to do or has a holiday, he pushes his family's old-fashioned popcorn machine and walks around the nearby streets to fry popcorn for everyone.

Uncle said that fried popcorn, he does not prepare raw materials, they are all processed with raw materials, what corn, rice, soybeans can be fried popcorn, about 1 kilogram of corn can be fried a "cannon" popcorn, the fee is 2 cents, when you are lucky, you can blow up about 30 "cannons" a day, you can earn 6 yuan. At the end of the day, it was very hard to walk the streets, but he enjoyed it, saying that when he thought about the child he was about to be born, he was motivated.

After chatting for a while, Uncle began to stop shaking the hand-cranked popcorn machine, and everyone next to him knew that it was about to start exploding, and a few little children with runny noses hid aside, covering their ears with their palms, plugging their ears with their fingers, and staring at the popcorn machine with round eyes.

Although Song Zhichao is an adult, he is also a little worried about this kind of thing, so he is far away.

I saw Uncle put the popcorn machine up from the iron frame, took the iron pin and inserted it in his nose and eye, twisted it a few times, and then stepped on the iron pin with one foot, and kicked hard, and heard a loud bang on the ground, and the fried popcorn blasted out and into the long dragon bag behind.

The end of the bag was tied, otherwise the cannon would have blown the popcorn out.

With a loud bang, a strong sweet smell of popcorn spreads out in all directions with the dragon bag as the center.

Seeing this, several children clapped their hands happily and applauded vigorously, with happy smiles on their faces, as if they were celebrating the New Year. The little kid who provided the bud rice wiped his snot with the back of his hand even more vividly, and then took the big basin he had prepared, leaned to the tail of the dragon bag, and waited for Uncle to untie the rope of the dragon's tail, and then with a shake, a large pot of golden and tender popcorn filled the pot.

Can't wait, the little kid grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, and then made a happy expression at his little friend, "Well, it's so fragrant." The other little ones stared at him one by one, swallowing their saliva and envious eyes.

Song Zhichao was watching the children scramble to fry popcorn, but a black Santana drove up from a distance, and when he saw him, he stopped on the side of the road and honked at him.