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Now that you have a house, albeit temporarily, shouldn't the car also be upgraded and upgraded?

Wang Bo, who is riding the current second-hand women's bicycle, looked at his mount, and the more he looked at it, the more awkward he felt. He just rides alone, once he carries people, he himself struggles, not to mention, the person who rides his car will also be very uncomfortable, he has to keep his feet up, otherwise he has to mop the floor.

Without doing anything, Wang Bo turned the handlebars and went directly to an ATM placed near the movie theater and withdrew 1,000 yuan.

In his previous life, he had always coveted his cousin's double-speed seven-flywheel straight-handlebar mountain bike, at that time, not to mention owning one, he borrowed it to ride it for a lap and had a good time, but he didn't dare to speak because he was timid for fear of being rejected by his cousin.

In Wang Bo's last life, there were countless regrets, countless regrets, and a pity for the amount of car load, one of the things that has always haunted him is that in his entire teenage years, he did not have a bicycle that really belonged to him.

Now, he plans to spend a thousand oceans to buy a bicycle exactly like his cousin Li Junhua, and fulfill his childhood dream.

Anyway, the current 1,000 yuan is only a day or two for his family, and his parents know that even if the flesh hurts, they now have the cost of flesh pain, unlike before, they can't hurt if they want to.

Half an hour later, Wang Bo, who was riding a brand-new mountain bike, returned to the rice noodle shop, and before he could show off in a hurry, he was greeted by Wang Jichang.

"Bo'er, this is your Tian Niang. Tian Xin, this is my doll Wang Bo, you should still have an impression. Wang Jichang pulled Wang Bo in front of Tian Xin and introduced him to both sides.

Before Wang Bo could speak, Tian Xin, who was standing opposite him and was looking at Wang Bo with a kind of scrutiny, had already preemptively opened his mouth: "Wang Bo, right? I haven't seen him for two years, and he has grown so tall." Don't listen to your father, what is your name Tian Niang, call me old. I'm not a few years older than you, just call me Sister Xin. Let's pay our own way. ”

This woman can talk!

This is Wang Bo's first impression of Tian Xin.

"Then I'd be respectful and obey. Sister Xin!" Wang Bo beat the snake and climbed with the stick, and shouted happily. He didn't want to call Tian Xin "Niangniang", his actual psychological age was several years older than Tian Xin, and it was really awkward for him to call someone younger than himself "Niangniang". "By the way, Sister Xin, do you have any questions for me?"

Wang Bo's unreckless answer had already surprised Tian Xin, and he actually guessed what he was going to do next, which made Tian Xin directly turn from surprise to surprise! If she hadn't known that Wang Jichang and Zhong Xiaomin had been staying in the store, she would probably have thought that someone from these three people had reported to Wang Bo and told him what he thought.

"Wang Bo, how do you know that I have a question for you?" Tian Xin, who was surprised and puzzled, asked directly.

"Sister Xin, I said that I am an unknown prophet, do you believe it?" Wang Bo looked at Tian Xin who was close in front of him with a grin, and began to look at the woman in front of him with his eyes without hesitation. According to the time of the present life, he only met Tian Xin two years ago, but in fact, for him who was reborn with the soul of his previous life, it has been seventeen or eighteen years since the last time he met Tian Xin. Except for remembering that Wang Jichang once had a female colleague with outstanding temperament come to the house to tell Chen Jiliang's fortune, Wang Bo didn't remember the woman's appearance at all.

The bright forehead, thin eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth are not very good, but a pair of ears are impressive-no, "impressive" alone is not enough to fully describe the beauty of these ears, the shape and thickness of the pinna, the roundness, fullness, and transparency of the earlobes are all just right, and they are not natural! Wang Bo has never seen anyone in this world who is more perfect and delicate than this woman's ears! In his opinion, it can be called a masterpiece of God! Perhaps it should be said that it is as follows:

It is precisely because Tian Xin gave birth to a pair of ears that are rare in the world and are perfect, that in contrast, her eyes, nose and mouth in front of her are slightly mediocre.

But if you completely cover Tian Xin's ears with a pair of earmuffs and look at her face alone, she is actually quite peugeot and charming. However, this charm and Peugeot were immediately dwarfed and eclipsed when compared with their pair of ghostly ears.

Wang Bo didn't know what other people thought, anyway, the first time he saw Tian Xin just now, all his eyes and attention were attracted by her ears.

Intense attraction!

"It's strange to believe you!" Tian Xinmei glanced at Wang Bo with a smile, and saw that the boy in front of him was staring directly at his ears without even blinking his eyes, and subconsciously stroked his short ear-length hair with his hand, so the ears that made Wang Bo lose his mind instantly were hidden in the thick and straight short hair.

Tian Xin's casual action made Wang Bo realize his gaffe just now, laughed dryly, and said, "Cut! If you don't believe it, forget it." But if you want to ask me questions, you can't fake it, right? Ask, Sister Xin, I promise to know everything and say everything!" he said, pulled out a chair, and sat down with a golden knife. "Mom, open me a bottle of soda. Sister Xin, what are you drinking? You're welcome!"

On the first day of opening, many diners asked if there were any drinks on sale. Wang Bo saw another business opportunity, and went to the wholesale market that afternoon to get more than a dozen pieces of soda, cola, orange juice and mineral water back, adding a new business item to the rice noodle shop.

"I'll drink this!" Tian Xin raised the half-drunk mineral water bottle in his hand, took a few steps, and sat down opposite Wang Bo, "Don't say it, I'll just guess it." Wang Bo, I would like to know, the signboard of the rice noodle shop, the posters in the store, and the work clothes on your body, are they all designed by yourself?"

This afternoon, she deliberately got off work two hours early, and then rode directly to the address that Wang Jichang told her. Before she could fully walk in, she was attracted by the novel, chic sign on the front of the rice noodle shop, which was simply too distinctive.

And when she actually entered the rice noodle shop, although she couldn't give her a bigger surprise, some other elements in the store also interested her, such as the work clothes of several people who were almost the same as the work clothes of KFC employees, spotless, clean front hall, and uniform and standardized welcome words after customers arrived at the store. These things are definitely not something that Wang Jichang can not recognize. Wang Jichang must have been instructed by a certain master, otherwise he would not have been able to make so many famous names that could not be seen in other rice noodle shops in the Sifang.

So, after a short greeting, Tian Xin asked Wang Jichang directly.

These things are not business secrets such as turnover and profit margin that Wang Bo has told him, Wang Jichang directly said that they are all famous for his son Wang Bo.

Tian Xin naturally didn't believe it. She didn't know how old Wang Jichang's son was, he was a half-grown son of sixteen or seventeen, and he had the impression that he was wooden and shy, and at first glance he was a nerd who only read sage books, how could he have such a forward-looking business talent?

Seeing a suspicious expression on Tian Xin's face, Wang Jichang was anxious, and immediately said that if she didn't believe it, she could ask him in person when his son came back. Tian Xin didn't plan to leave immediately, so he agreed to wait for Wang Jichang's son. The atmosphere and decoration style of the entire rice noodle shop, including the fact that more than a dozen diners entered the door in a row during her short stay of ten minutes, made Tian Xin feel that it was not impossible for him to resign and join this prosperous rice noodle shop, but the premise also needed to be understood in many aspects. For example, Tian Xin suspects that the real boss of this "Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles" may be someone else, and Wang Jichang, who is so coarse, where can he have such a delicate mind! The biggest possibility is that he is a "senior worker" who pretends to be the boss at the forefront!

"Follow you Tian Niang...... Core, core sister said. Act one's age. Wang Jichang reminded on the side. He was a little uncomfortable with the chaotic generational relationship between the three. But let Wang Bo call himself Sister Xin again Tian Xin proposed, Wang Jichang himself felt that he was messed up, there was no Gangchang, and he didn't look good, but he didn't want to say anything. If Wang Bo dared to take the initiative to call Tian Xin, who was of the same generation as him, sister, it would be strange for Wang Jichang not to knock on his stepson's head twice.

"I know, old man. You go and get busy with yours, I'll talk to Sister Xin for a while. Wang Bo waved his hand, signaling Wang Jichang not to be an eyesore on the side, and then turned his head to Tian Xin and said, "Yes, all things, from the location of the store, the signing of the contract, to the decoration of the façade, the design of the signboard, to the clothing design of the staff, the training of the staff, and finally to the opening of business, this dragon is all my masterpiece." How about it, Sister Xin, can you get into your eyes?"

Wang Bo squinted his eyes and stared at Tian Xin with a smile, to be precise, at Tian Xin's ears. However, what made him a little disappointed was that Tian Xin's peerless ears had been covered by thick hair, leaving only a slightly raised outline, leaving him to think about.