Chapter 162: Su Xiaoya

He Xiangdong frowned and walked backstage, Zhang Wenhai was holding his chest, slumped in the chair, panting and glaring at Wu Xiao angrily, but Wu Xiao was smoking very indifferently, looking up at the sky at a slanted angle of forty-five degrees, melancholy, and from time to time there was a sigh in his mouth that everyone was drunk and I was awake. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If it weren't for the fact that even the Beijing sandstorm couldn't blow away his hair that had condensed into a ball full of oil and dandruff, He Xiangdong really thought that this was a melancholy dust master.

Looking at the scene in front of him, He Xiangdong frowned, walked to Zhang Wenhai's side, and asked, "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Wenhai still gasped for breath, raised his eyes to look at He Xiangdong, and said angrily: "You ask him." ”

He Xiangdong set his eyes on Wu Xiao again.

Wu Xiao slowly exhaled a puff of smoke rings, and said very melancholy: "You may not understand my pursuit, but I have been doing it, you can not understand, because this is me." ”

He Xiangdong pursed his lips, he didn't say anything for a long time, he was choked by this person, he didn't understand a word, and finally said to Zhang Wenhai helplessly: "Mr. Zhang, don't be like him, he often says something that normal people can't understand, I let him in to help with the work, you don't care about him." ”

Zhang Wenhai said angrily: "Work, fart, Dongzi, you watch." Zhang Wenhai shouted to Wu Xiao: "Hey, who is that, go to the theater and sweep the floor." ”

Wu Xiao smoked a cigarette, slowly spit out the cigarette butt, and looked at Zhang Wenhai obliquely, revealing a trace of helplessness and disdain, as well as contempt from the heart, as if Zhang Wenhai and him were not from the same world, and the spiritual realm of the two was too far apart, he said lightly: "You don't understand." ”

"Ah......" Zhang Wenhai clutched his chest, angry and angry.

Even He Xiangdong was taken aback by Wu Xiao's appearance, and he didn't say anything for a long time, he really didn't notice this scene when it was dark last night, this expression was too exciting, and even the corners of Fan Wenquan's mouth twitched a few times.

After smoking a cigarette butt, Wu Xiao threw the cigarette butt on the ground, extinguished it with his foot, took out the broom behind the door, and said, "What I experienced is what I want." ”

After saying that, he went out directly with a broom.

It took a long time for the three people in the room to come to their senses, and He Xiangdong asked, "What does he mean by this?"

Fan Wenquan frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head blankly, and said, "I don't know, but he seems to have swept the floor." ”

"Oh. He Xiangdong nodded.

Zhang Wenhai also sat down on the chair, and said angrily: "Where did you find this person, why don't you have a word in your mouth?"

He Xiangdong smiled bitterly: "Isn't there often a beggar at the gate of our garden, doesn't he still help us keep an eye on the people coming above." ”

"Is it him?" Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan exclaimed in unison.

He Xiangdong nodded: "I talked to him last night, and I found that this person is not bad, and he doesn't need to be paid, just take care of the food, so I asked him to help." ”

After listening to He Xiangdong's explanation, Fan Wenquan couldn't help frowning and asked, "This person is of unknown origin, so you recruited him so casually?"

He Xiangdong said: "He is a person who lives in his own world, no one knows what he is thinking, he only has his own pursuit, and nothing else is cared about." Such a person is respectable but also pitiful, alas, I also have no compassion for the world, and it happens that the garden is short of people, and I am relieved of him, so I recruited him to help, even if he is doing chores, there will be no problems, and it is really not possible to let him go when the time comes. ”

"Hmph. Zhang Wenhai let out a cold snort, obviously not forgetting Wu Xiao's extremely sharp disdain before, but after listening to He Xiangdong's explanation, he didn't trouble Wu Xiao again, but he made up his mind not to deal with this kind of weirdocracy.

Alas, in fact, this old man is also kind-hearted, and when he heard that Wu Xiao was a beggar before, his heart softened.

After a while, Wu Xiao cleaned the theater and wiped it with a rag, He Xiangdong and the two old gentlemen also hurried over to take a look, and then they found the only shining point of Wu Xiao's fruits, that is, he was serious in his work, and the cleaning was as clean as licked.

The faces of the three of them are much better-looking, although this person is a little strange, and there is not a word in his mouth that humans can understand, but he is quite neat, which is not bad.

At noon, He Xiangdong bought fast food, and Wu Xiao ate two servings by himself, plus a pound of fried cakes, well, this amount of food is really not shallow.

It's time to start selling tickets for the afternoon, He Xiangdong didn't dare to let Wu Xiao get it, he was afraid that he would scare the audience away, and this time Fan Wenquan was in charge.

Originally, He Xiangdong wanted to get it himself, but at this time, Guo Qing brought that classmate Su Xiaoya over.

He Xiangdong entertained them backstage, and before he could make a move, Guo Qing was busy serving tea and pouring water, making snacks, not to mention how thoughtful the service was, and with a typical dog-legged traitor smile on his face, he really deserved to be a character mixed up in the anti-Japanese drama, which was naturally amazing.

He Xiangdong saw Su Xiaoya for the first time, this female classmate is very beautiful, with willow leaves and bent eyebrows, autumn water in her eyes, a red mouth under Qiongqiongyu's nose, a palm-sized melon seed face, a typical beauty like a landscape painting in the south of the Yangtze River.

Su Xiaoya was very generous, stood up and shook He Xiangdong's hand, and said, "Hello, Mr. He, I'm Su Xiaoya." ”

He Xiangdong also smiled: "I am He Xiangdong." ”

After saying hello, the two fell into the embarrassment of silence, Su Xiaoya is still a student after all, she is still a little shy, and she is not good at socializing with people, and she doesn't know how to open the topic, and the same is true for He Xiangdong, he is actually not good at dealing with strangers.

The atmosphere was a little delicate and awkward, and Guo Qing just sat on the side and looked at Su Xiaoya and smirked, this thing is gone.

It was He Xiangdong who opened his mouth first, and he said: "I heard my senior brother say that the idea of holding a special session was given by you, and we used it, which is very good, and there are many people who come." ”

Su Xiaoya also smiled, smiling and smiling, it was so moving, Guo Qing was stupid, she said: "A little humble opinion, let Mr. He smile." ”

He Xiangdong waved his hand and said, "You are too polite, this idea is really good." I won't hide it anymore, we invite you to come over this time, I still want you to help us come up with ideas, we are all people who don't know how to do business, and there is no good way, so I want to ask you, a professional, for advice. ”

Su Xiaoya said: "I don't dare to be, I'm still studying, I don't have much experience, I can only put forward some theoretical suggestions, and the specific adoption and operation still depend on Mr. He." ”

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "Hey, just say it, we are grateful." ”

When it comes to her professional knowledge, Su Xiaoya instantly seemed to be a different person, no longer the weak little woman in Jiangnan before, but like a strong woman in a shopping mall, she looked at He Xiangdong's eyes and smiled and said confidently: "There are countless roast duck restaurants in Beijing, but there are only two famous ones, Quanjude and Cheap Fang, but outsiders only know Quanjude and don't know the others, why is this?"

He Xiangdong shook his head a little uncertainly and said, "I don't know." ”

Su Xiaoya smiled slightly, and slowly spit out the words: "Because they have a tone." ”

"Tone?" He Xiangdong was puzzled. (To be continued.) )