"Boss, how are you thinking about it?" Wu Hua said straight to the point.

The boss stepped forward, looking a little restrained, and he was secretly thinking in his heart, although these little classmates were dressed ordinarily and looked young, but they didn't feel like ordinary children, and they had an indescribable sense of calm, especially the little classmate who said 20,000 transfers just now, who was particularly domineering.

"We don't have any requirements here, we will transfer it early and go back early." The boss said.

Wu Hua didn't continue to greet him, and said directly: "20,000 yuan, all the catering tools in the store belong to us."

"You don't need that much, sixteen thousand is fine." The boss doesn't sit on the ground and start the price, because he knows the things in the store, there is nothing valuable at all, and the business in the store is not good, whether this little classmate takes over by himself or for friends and relatives, he may not be able to make money.

"Then as you said, come and sign the contract in the afternoon." Wu Hua said and took out some cash from his bag, counted 500 yuan, handed it to the shopkeeper, and said, "This is the deposit, I'll come back in the afternoon."

The shopkeeper was slightly flustered, but Shi Ran still took the cash.

"Calculate how much this table costs." Wu Hua is not a person who likes to eat white food.

"100 bucks." The proprietress is not a fraction, and she directly charged the whole number.

Wu Hua paid the money and walked out of the restaurant.

I looked up at this deserted shop again, and then looked at the cold bibimbap restaurant that was still bursting on the side, alternating between hot and cold, which was particularly out of harmony.

"The third child's career is really getting bigger and bigger." Tie Zhu looked emotional.

He envied his brother from the bottom of his heart.

"In a short time, the little rich man in Jiangcheng will be you." Song Zimo couldn't help sighing.

People are really angry compared to people.

"You are better than me, if you find Liang Yishan, an invisible little rich woman, you can save decades of struggle." Wu Hua said jokingly.

Song Zimo was unhappy, "You mean I eat soft rice?" ”

"I didn't say that," Wu Hua raised his eyebrows and said, "At most, I will see you as a little white face."

Little White Face!!!

What is the difference between saying that he has a little white face and saying that he eats soft rice?

"Those who say that I have a little white face basically have to be highly myopic." Song Zimo said a cold joke.

"How good is the little white face, you don't have to worry about life if you don't eat, drink, travel, and shopping, and someone pays, it's just happy." Tie Zhu is very strong when he talks about the little white face, and those who don't know think he is the little white face.

"It's like you're a little white face." Song Zimo looked at Tie Zhu with disdain, feeling that Tie Zhu had been a lot more nervous recently, and the rhythm of personality fission.

The three of them were walking on the street, looking at the street scene near the school, when suddenly there was a sensation in front of them, and the crowd on the street also rushed towards the noisy area not far away.

Wu Hua and the others looked towards that side curiously, only to see that a store not far away was crowded with people, and the brothers were curious, so they also stepped forward with their heels.

"Brother Leslie Cheung is coming to Jiangcheng, on March 26, Jiangcheng Gymnasium, the whole class of "Farewell My Concubine" came to Jiangcheng, all customers who spend more than 300 yuan in our store will have the opportunity to get the lottery opportunity for my brother Leslie Cheung's "Farewell My Concubine" tickets, I now have ten tickets in my hand, there are not many places, everyone wants to hurry up."

It's a department store, and the clerk is standing on a table with a big bullhorn and shouting. Wu Hua looked at it fixedly, and what he was holding in his hand was indeed a ticket with the words "Farewell My Concubine".

Brother Leslie Cheung is coming to Jiangcheng?

"Is it true, is it a lie?"

"That's it, is my brother really coming to Jiangcheng Gymnasium?"

Some onlookers were curious, but they didn't think they were suspicious.

"Official propaganda will definitely not be fake, if you don't believe it, just look at tomorrow's newspaper." The clerk patiently explained.

"Then why haven't you had tickets yet? Are you scalpers? Song Zimo also asked lively.

Several clerks looked at Song Zimo, as if they were dissatisfied with his speculation, and they all stared at Song Zimo, if it weren't for the fact that there would be so many people, they would have come up directly to tear Song Zimo.

However, the clerk on the stage was more steady, looked at Song Zimo with a smile, and said: "This little brother is too worried, we are not scalpers, our boss is just familiar with my brother Leslie Cheung's agent, so I got the tickets first." After the clerk finished speaking, he looked at the crowd and continued: "You can rest assured, this ticket is absolutely genuine, everyone recognizes our "Shengsheng Department Store", if there is any problem with the ticket, you can come back to the store to find us." ”

After listening to the clerk's words, some onlookers began to discuss that 300 yuan for an opportunity to get close to his brother is indeed cost-effective.

"Let's go, go grab the ticket."

"Hurry up, hurry up, let's go in and buy something."

"It's boring, buy it for 300 yuan, and you may not be able to win it if you buy it." There are also some people who have seen through the routines of merchants and resolutely resisted.

"That's it, it's not like you buy it and give it away, and you have to draw a lottery, isn't this purely fooling people?"

"Alas, it's time to buy a lottery ticket, anyway, you can use the things you buy, when it's consumed in advance, hurry up, don't rub it off."

"Okay, okay, go in and see, you buy it, we don't buy it."

Several people on Wu Hua's side are also loyal fans of his brother Leslie Cheung, but they are quite calm and did not participate in this consumption and ticket grabbing. They also thought of the merchant routine, although the opportunity to meet their brother this time is rare, but let them blindly chase stars and consume, they will not follow the trend.

"It's boring, let's go." Wu Hua took the lead and left the department store.

"Brother Leslie Cheung is coming, the third child, you have great powers, can you get tickets?" Tie Zhu especially admires Leslie Cheung, and at the idol meeting, he wants to see whatever he wants.

Regardless of the previous life or this life, Wu Hua is a super fan of Leslie Cheung, and he is thinking about how to get tickets. In his heart, Jiang Cheng is just a few brothers, and of course they share the tickets together, so even if Tie Zhu doesn't say it, he will find a way to get the ticket.

In the previous life, the elder brother chose to jump to his death due to depression, and since then the superstar has fallen, affecting the memories of countless people of that generation. Wu Hua was thinking, since God had given him a chance to live a new life, could he take this opportunity to meet his brother and tell him and the people around him that before making sure that he had not suffered from depression, he would persuade and explain more to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past.

Relive a life, and he can't stop the family horse, so brother, can you not let the sadness repeat?

"What's wrong with you, third child?" Tiezhu asked.

Sensing his gaffe, Wu Hua collected his emotions and said, "My brother is coming, I'm excited. It's okay, I'll figure out the tickets. ”

"Don't forget me, I'm also a big fan of my brother." Song Zimo took the opportunity to get up, if he had a ticket, he would naturally not be missing.

"Don't worry, you're indispensable." Wu Hua smiled, and then remembered the operation mode of the department store and supermarket just now, using the celebrity effect to promote economic consumption, not to say that the boss is ahead of his thinking and has a powerful mind, it seems that in the future, gold stores and restaurants will have to change their business models.

The meeting room of the Literary Society.

"Really? My dear brother is coming to Jiangcheng? ”

Several high-level members of the literary club were discussing the content of the first issue of the new school year, when suddenly Liang Yishan's high-decibel voice came, and several people in the conference room stopped what they were doing and looked towards Liang Yishan.

Especially Song Zimo.

"My brother-in-law is coming?" Why didn't he hear that Liang Yishan also had an older brother?

Liang Yishan's brother, that is his future brother-in-law.

"What brother-in-law?" This will change Liang Yishan is stunned.

"Hahahaha." Chen Feng was about to laugh out of breath, "Zimo, you are so funny." ”

"What do you mean?" Song Zimo didn't understand, and Liang Yishan stared at Chen Feng even more strangely, and asked, "What are you doing, what are you laughing at?"

"Your brother, isn't that Zimo's brother-in-law?" Chen Feng laughed again, "It's really funny." ”

"Laugh at your sister." Liang Yishan slapped Chen Feng on the shoulder angrily.

"Didn't you just say your brother was here?" Song Zi asked incomprehensibly.

Liang Yishan reacted at this time, and rolled her eyes at Song Zimo, "Your brother just came." ”

"Hahahaha, president, don't be so funny, okay, the brother we are talking about is Leslie Cheung." Chen Feng jumped a few feet away, for fear that Liang Yishan would shoot again.

"......" Song Zimo.

"My brother Leslie Cheung is coming to Jiangcheng Gymnasium, I have an internal ticket, who wants it can be cheaper." Chen Feng raised a stack of tickets and shook it.

Tiezhu Wu Hua and Song Zimo looked at each other, the connections in this era can really be used, there are department stores through agents to engage in tickets, and then there are Chen Fengtong relations to engage in internal tickets, which is really a relationship network relationship.

"How did you get this ticket?" Song Zimo asked.

"I have a relative who works in a gymnasium, and he asks for tickets internally." Chen Feng said.

"How much does this ticket cost us?" Tiezhu asked.

If it wasn't expensive, he would have bought it, but he had been looking forward to seeing his brother for a long time.

"It's 100 pieces to sell to others, and the internal price is calculated for everyone, 50 yuan, and it doesn't make money." Chen Feng said.

"It's all said to be internal, then don't charge money, anyway, you make so much money, not bad for these few." Liang Yishan snorted and said.

"Sister Shanshan, you can't let me lose money if you don't make money, 50 yuan, I don't make a penny." Chen Feng refused.

"How much did you earn with that stack of tickets, you are so greedy, you are still not from the literary club, you don't even stammer, president, do you want to mix up?" Liang Yishan deliberately talked about Song Zimo.

"Sister Shan, you can't bully the little brother, otherwise, take a step back alone, look at the face of your president's wife, I will give everyone a half-price internal discount, 25 sheets, it's not low." Chen Feng made concessions, mainly because there were too many people in the literary society, and if he gave them all away for free, he couldn't afford to hurt his wallet.

"Okay, just rush to you to say the president's wife, our president will be happy for half a month, the president of the brother's fan club has all the tickets, let's go to the literary club." Wu Hua said as he gave Song Zimo a look.

Song Zimo understood and knew that Wu Hua was paying money to pull a relationship for him. He also understood that since Wu Hua dared to speak, he would not let him pay for it, because he had no money.

"Is it true?" Lin Wen was also a little excited, his brother Leslie Cheung, few of them don't like it.