"The old irons who came in! all give the big brother on the list a little attention, and then swipe ten cloud-piercing arrows, and the anchor will immediately eat it in his mouth!"

"Thank you Lao Tie for the cloud-piercing arrow, the anchor does what he says, Ollie gives, the brothers!gag~!"

Chen Ziyang stood in front of the door of the studio and pondered for a long time, and after hearing the sound in the room, Chen Ziyang (qíng) looked up at the door number unconsciously (jìn), and then turned his head to look at Fugui and asked with a puzzled expression.

"Fugui, this is our studio, right?"

Fugui nodded, and with the same puzzled face, he finally chose to knock on the door of the studio.

"Knock ~ Knock knock!"

There were three knocks, one short, two long, and Fugui knocked for a long time, but there was no response, and there was still a rumbling noise in the room.

"I'll give the landlord a call and ask. ”

Fugui had no choice but to find a quiet corner and dial the landlord's phone number.

"Fortune, touch!?"

After the phone was connected, there was also a noisy noise, and the landlord was turning clouds on the mahjong table at this time, and the landlord was indifferent to who called.

"Sister Zhang, I'm rich!"

"You little bastard still knows to call my mother, because you are in arrears of rent, your things have been taken by me to pay off the debt, as for the house I rented to others, you think of other ways!"

When the landlord learned that it was Fugui calling, he scolded Fugui, and immediately hung up the phone angrily.

Fugui They came here today to prepare to check out, and now the team is too large, and a small studio can no longer accommodate everyone's residence.

Fugui originally wanted to leave a compensation before leaving, but now it seems that there is no need for this.

"Let's go, the landlord has rented out the house again!"

Chen Ziyang was a little reluctant to learn that the house had been rented, and this studio had been with him for about a year, and it was also the first company he had set up.

"Let's go eat first, I'm starving to death, and since the house has been rented, let's talk about the next step while eating. ”

Zhao Du put his arm around Chen Ziyang's shoulders and forcibly pushed Chen Ziyang, who was reluctant, to the side of the elevator.

Before entering the elevator, Chen Ziyang looked back at the studio for the last time, and when he smiled, Chen Ziyang suddenly remembered what he looked like when he first came to State.

That day, Chen Ziyang had a very naïve quarrel with his father because of a trivial matter.

After the quarrel, Chen Ziyang fled the Chen family alone, wanting to run away from home in a car, away from this father who turned a blind eye to him.

"Hello sir, where would you like to go?"

Chen Ziyang vaguely remembers that the (rì) conductor's smile was very sweet, which happened to form a strong contrast with his heart (qíng).

"You can go anywhere, the faster you go, the better!"

In fact, Chen Ziyang didn't think about where to go at that time, he just wanted to leave Yizhou as soon as possible.

The conductor didn't ask much, because after Chen Ziyang's (shēn), someone had already started to urge him non-stop.

"Hello sir, this is a ticket to state, please take the ticket and pay attention to the departure time......!"

When Chen Ziyang sat smoothly on the high-speed train, the table (qíng) was still a little melancholy, and there was only one thought in his heart at the moment.

"Will my father come to me and take me home? ”

When the high-speed train arrived at the station, Chen Ziyang walked casually on the side of the road, holding the phone tightly in his right hand, as if looking forward to his father's call, and then said a gentle word to him.

"Ziyang, go home quickly, it's Dad who is wrong, Dad will take you to the beach for a vacation tomorrow. ”

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and Chen Ziyang seemed to knock down other pedestrians.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Chen Ziyang hurriedly nodded in apology, but fortunately, the man did not pursue it, waved his hand to lower the brim of his hat, and then quickly left Chen Ziyang's (shēn) side.

An hour later, the phone had not rang, and Chen Ziyang sat on a stone bench in the park, silently staring at the endless stream of vehicles in front of him.

It wasn't until he felt a little hungry that Chen Ziyang got up (shēn) and wandered (dàng) the streets, looking around for a taste of home.

In the end, Chen Ziyang stopped at the door of a restaurant, although the restaurant was small, but the smell of the food was very (yòu) people.

Chen Ziyang (qíng) walked into the store without self (jìn), and the owner was an amiable old man who sat in front of the door and smoked, as if waiting for the customer.

"What do you want to eat, young man?"

The old man was smiling when he spoke, and even Chen Ziyang was infected, and he looked at the old man with a smile and said.

"Whatever. ”

"How about a special feature of our restaurant, the ròu rice bowl?"

The old man tentatively recommended his best dishes, and Chen Ziyang nodded after listening.

Immediately afterwards, the old man extinguished the cigarette butt, then put the unfinished cigarette in his ear, and then stood up (shēn) and staggered into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, the old man brought a plate of rice bowl full of ròu from the kitchen.

"Try it, and come back next time if it's delicious!"

The old man's tone of voice was quite confident, because everyone who had eaten this meal said it was delicious.

Chen Ziyang swallowed his saliva when he smelled the incense, then picked up the chopsticks, picked up the slice and put it in his mouth.

"Delicious!"

The old man smiled and nodded with satisfaction, then walked out of the door, sat back in his place, took out the cigarette between his ears, lit it again and took a few puffs.

Chen Ziyang ignored the old man's actions and swept away the rice bowl in a few breaths, but when he was about to pay, he suddenly found that his wallet was missing.

Chen Ziyang clearly remembered that he put his wallet in his jacket pocket.

Just when Chen Ziyang was at a loss, the old man seemed to see his embarrassment.

"Don't you have any money, call your family to send it off!"

After the old man finished speaking, Chen Ziyang did not answer, not because he didn't want to answer, but because he didn't know how to answer.

The old man looked at Chen Ziyang and waved his hand, and then continued with a helpless expression.

"Forget it, you can go! This meal will be booked first, and when you have money, it will not be too late to come and pay me back. ”

Chen Ziyang was both grateful and ashamed of the old man's words, then nodded, put his mobile phone on the dining table and continued,

"I'm really sorry, my money was stolen, I put my phone here, I'll use the money to redeem it another day!"

The old man finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, then waved his hand and continued with a smile.

"It's just a few dollars, you can't do it, you take it, I believe you!"

That time, Chen Ziyang felt the warmth, and he decided to go to work early tomorrow morning, and then pay back the full amount of money owed to the old man.

Chen Ziyang, who was penniless, could only choose to stay alone in the park for the night, and that night Chen Ziyang looked up at the night sky, not knowing what he should do in the future.

The early morning sun shone on Chen Ziyang's face again, and Chen Ziyang rubbed his eyes, but heard a familiar voice suddenly sound next to him.

"You're awake!"

The person who spoke was Fugui who came overnight, and Chen Ziyang was surprised when he looked at Fugui in front of him.

"Fugui, why are you here? Did my father ask you to persuade me to go back?"

"It's not what the master meant, I want to come by myself!"

After listening to Fugui's answer, Chen Ziyangbiao (qíng) was obviously a little lost, and Fugui quickly changed the topic and continued to ask.

"Why are you sleeping here?

It was a very embarrassing thing to have his wallet stolen (qíng), Chen Ziyang could only pretend that he didn't have a wallet, and then looked at Fugui and nodded.

"Hey, let's go! I've got the money, you haven't eaten yet, let's have breakfast together!"

Fugui sighed and shook his head, Chen Ziyang took Fugui to the old man's small restaurant, and ordered a rice bowl (ròu) by himself.

Since then, the two have become regular customers of the restaurant, and Fugui has followed the old man and learned the art of 一 (shēn).

"Fugui, I don't want to go back, I want to stay here and start a business!"

"What would you do?"

"Although I don't know anything now, I can learn! Why don't we open a part-time company, try everything, and then we will know what we are suitable for! I have thought of the name, how about calling it the almighty part-time king!"

"Hehe, whatever you want!"

This is the reason for the establishment of the studio, Chen Ziyang wants to prove himself to his father, he just wants to get his father's approval.

One year after the establishment of the company, Chen Ziyang experienced a year of ups and downs, bitterness, joy, success, failure, and the big deal is to start all over again.

"Ziyang, don't sleep, have a job! Someone eats the overlord meal and wants you to play the hooligan, and then ask for the money. ”

"Okay, got it...... But how do you play a hooligan?"

"You ask me how to act, wouldn't it be nice if you played in your own true colors, remember, don't mess up again!"

Fugui's words didn't serve as a reminder, and Chen Ziyang finally messed up the matter (qíng), because the moment he saw Wang Xuebin, he remembered the old man who had helped him......!