Although he was in a hurry, Jing Zhe still asked everyone to take a lunch break very humanely, and Fat Ball didn't care, thinking about what was the meaning of the lunch break, and it was interesting at night.

But Jing Zhe's attitude was tough, and the weather was hot, and it didn't take long for everyone to fall asleep.

In a daze, Jing Zhe was woken up by Han Han, rubbed his sleeping eyes and asked, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

"A quarter of an hour."

"Only a quarter of an hour?"

Jing Zhe was furious, "What did you tell me to get up and do?" ”

Han Han pointed outside, "Someone is looking for the young master!" ”

“？？？”

Jing Zhe got up from the bed with a curious expression.

He has no acquaintances in the city, and besides, he has just bought a house, who can come here to find him?

"How are you?"

When he went out to see the comer, he exclaimed.

"Hehe, is Ah Kun Gongzi surprised?"

The person sitting in the front hall was the pink boy, who was gently shaking the folding fan and smiling.

"It's a scare, thank you."

Jing Zhe replied expressionlessly, and was very curious: "How did you know that I was here?" Are you following me? ”

"There is no tracking."

“……”

The pink boy's mouth opened slightly, his fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it for a long time.

Did I guess that?

Annoyed and angry?

Ready to get started?

Jing Zhe looked at the pink boy who was only followed by a small guy with the same fine skin and tender meat, and beside him was a strong guy like Han Han, and after comparing the two, he was relieved.

"I... Not really! ”

After the pink boy finished speaking, he took a deep breath and glared angrily.

"Isn't it?"

Jing Zhe didn't believe it, "Isn't that what are you pestering me to do?" ”

"I just admire your poetry! If you hadn't been able to make that spring water song, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you! ”

The more the pink boy spoke, the more angry he became, and his developed pectoral muscles also rose and fell, and Jing Zhe was a little stunned for a while.

It wasn't until the pink boy turned around in shame that he came back to his senses and scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Really? ”

"Of course it's true! How else could it be? Even if you really say it, how can you look like this? ”

When he came to this world, Jing Zhe's most confident thing was his appearance, but now he was questioned, so he was naturally unconvinced.

"My looks? Hehe, you find a hundred random people on the street, can one of them look better than me? ”

Seeing the pink boy blinking his big eyes, Jing Zhe immediately added: "Of course, except for you!" ”

Labor and management are called man, and you are called mother.

The pink boy didn't care, and after a pause, he said, "I just saw Ah Kun Gongzi go to Drunken Dream Building to sell ice?" And also failed? ”

"You still say you didn't follow me?"

Jing Zhe shouted angrily.

"No... Tracking, it's just a chance to see, a chance to go in, a chance to hear..."

Speaking of the back, the faint mosquito sound, the pink boy himself began to feel weak.

"Hehe, what's the matter?"

Jing Zhe didn't believe his words, but he was a little curious, what he said these things for.

"I'm just sorry for my son!"

"Where does the pity come from?"

After making sure that the other party was not engaged in the foundation, Jing Zhe was not afraid.

"The talent of the son is rare in the world. If you go to the feet of the Son of Heaven, you can pay homage to the prime minister with poetry alone, and the future is limitless! Why did the son stick to one place and start the vulgar work of the businessmen, isn't it a pity? ”

said in the first half, Jing Zhe didn't care.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, he dreamed of going, but he couldn't make money, so he took his head?

But in the next few sentences, he really didn't agree.

"I'll tell you three things."

Jing Zhe said: "First, there is no distinction between high and low professions, who said that writing a poem is superior to selling things?" Besides, being able to make a lot of money with your own craft is not at all easier than poetry! And the most enjoyable thing is the experience of selling things and making money, which is fun, you know? ”

After a pause, he continued: "Second, I sell things just as an expedient measure, and when I earn enough money, I will go to Jingzhou and let those readers at the feet of the Son of Heaven see what poetry is!" ”

The pink boy waited for him to finish, and after a while, he was curious: "It's over?" ”

"Aang, it's over."

"Isn't it three?"

"It sounds good, don't you think it's weird to say two things?"

“……”

After a moment of silence, the pink boy asked again: "Will Gongzi Ah Kun really go to Jingzhou?" ”

"Yes."

"When will I make enough money?"

Jing Zhe thought for a moment and said, "At least you have to sell all the ice!" ”

"I bought it!"

The pink boy waved his little hand and said freely.

"You bought it?"

Jing Zhe looked him up and down, "My ice is very expensive, can you buy it all?" Do you have silver? ”

"I don't have any money."

"If you don't have any money, then you can tell me—"

"I have a silver ticket!"

Before the word "Ba" could be spoken, Jing Zhe saw that the pink boy asked the little girl to take out a silver ticket and shook it in front of his eyes.

Jing Zhe was stunned.

In this era, according to the minimum face value, one is one hundred taels, and the stack in his hand is at least twenty or thirty by visual inspection, which means that he took out thousands of taels of silver tickets at once!

This... Tyrants!

Jing Zhe was slightly speechless, then leaned into the chair, patted his thigh and grinned: "Childe, come up, I don't want to work hard!" ”

Still working hard to be a chicken, let him buy the ice and go directly to Jingzhou, isn't it fragrant?

The pink boy hesitated for a moment and asked, "Where is it?" ”

"Get on a chair and sit down!"

The pink boy understood, and he didn't shirk it, and sat down.

Seeing that the negotiation was pleasant, the little guy stretched out his hand and prepared to hand over the silver ticket to Jing Zhe.

"Wait!"

But as soon as the silver ticket was handed halfway, the pink boy stopped him.

"What's wrong, Childe?"

Jing Zhe's eyes fell directly on the silver ticket, and he didn't want to move away for a moment.

"That's... I changed my mind again. ”

Pink Childe smiled: "Childe's talent, can make ice in summer, and naturally can make a lot of money by selling it by himself, if I interfere, it will kill Childe's experience and fun, it's really not what I want, so it's still not possible!" But I'll pay attention to Childe, and I hope Childe can make a lot of money! Leave! ”

After speaking, he waved his hand behind him, and left with the little guy.

Looking at his back, Jing Zhe wanted to cry without tears.

What a bullshit experience, what a bullshit fun, it's all nonsense!

I just want money!

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