Brother Zhang drove, took Wang Chengyou and Xingchen, and went straight to the Xingcha shop on Haihuai Road.

Zhang Xinyue was lying on the counter and dozing happily.

The crisp brass bell alerts her to a guest entering, yay, finally able to sell her avocado banana juice again.

"Hello, we have a good drink...... Brother! Who are these two? Xinyue Qingyue's voice resounded in the small shop.

Xingchen was embarrassed to grab Xinyue's pigtails and "enter" his information again, smiled indifferently, and sat down casually.

"Show me where you live." Wang Chengyou kicked Xingchen's foot. Xingchen looked embarrassed, reluctantly stood up, and walked inside. Next door to the bathroom is Xingchen's lattice bedroom. There was no bed, just a mattress.

Wang Chengyou followed him into the room and closed the door with his backhand.

"What are you locking the door for?" Xingchen asked alertly.

"Have we ever fought each other?" Wang Chengyou avoided answering.

"What do you mean?"

"I have a personal trainer, but I've been doing it very hard. So, I'm probably only 90% sure that I'll take you down. No, to be more rigorous, it's only about 8.5 percent. Can you believe it? Wang Chengyou pressed his fingers, rubbed his wrists, and said in a calm tone.

Xingchen stumbled under his feet, sat down on the thick mattress, and shrank into the corner with his hands and feet: "Don't come, don't come." ”

"Your face should have been insured, right? What is the sum insured? Wang Chengyou walked in the direction of the stars little by little.

"What do you want to do? What do you want? Xingchen covered his face and cried out in a panic.

Wang Chengyou looked in the east, flipped through in the west, and pulled out a fruit knife from under a pile of fashion magazines. Carelessly, he peeled off the dried and unknown fruit skin that had been stuck on it, and rubbed it back and forth on his fingers to see if the blade was sharp.

Xingchen cried directly: "Brother, I'll say it all, I'll say it all...... Woo, I wanted to avoid you...... Woo, it's all because the surname is Tang, and I tempt my innocent heart with money......"

The surname Tang? What's the matter with Guan Tang Wenhao?

Wang Chengyou raised his eyebrows, stared at the stars with his back against the corner of the wall silently, and looked at him coldly.

Xingchen said that everything started when he received a call from Wang Chengyou asking him to find Mo Yan a long time ago. Xingchen used his connections to quickly find Tang Wenhao's home, and used his clever tricks to infiltrate Tang Wenhao's home.

"I didn't tell the truth, there were no fish ponds, no electric batons, no videos."

It turned out that in the second half of the night, Tang Wenhao opened the door tiredly and entered the house, and unexpectedly found a drunk teenager on the sofa. A bottle of 30-year-old puree XO grade brandy was poured on the coffee table.

The boy probably coveted XO's fame, and apparently didn't know that XO was in brandy, which means "special age", and the alcohol content was very large, and it was a fake liquor in foreign wine. Inferior to Russian vodka, of course.

Tang Wenhao poured a glass of ice water on his face, and he woke up. Because he was afraid that the writer would send him to a juvenile labor camp, he told the whole story. Tong Wenhao said that if he was willing to turn around and serve him, he would choose to forgive him.

"In that case, I don't have a choice."

So, after that, Xingchen began his exciting life as a double agent. The most recent espionage operation was to have a tasteless lunch at noon today.

Wang Chengyou cleared his throat and said, "What I want to ask is not these. Xingchen: "?! ”

"What I want to ask is, why didn't you tell Mo Yan that I went to the United States because I was sick?"

The co-author said so much, it's all for nothing?! That's not what you're going to hear, why don't you interrupt me?!

Xingchen, who was full of hatred and didn't dare to fully expose his hatred, glared at Wang Chengyou: "If I say I don't know, do you believe it?" ”

"That depends on what you say."

Xingchen said that no one prevented him from telling Mo Yan about Wang Chengyou's trip to the United States for medical treatment, but he just didn't want to say it. Even when Mo Yan personally asked him if he had any information about Wang Chengyou, he kept silent.

He has no grievances or enmity with Wang Chengyou, but he just doesn't want to see Wang Chengyou happy in his heart. It's not aimed at Wang Chengyou, he also doesn't want the people around him to be smooth and happy. He didn't want to ......

Xingchen waved his hand, frowned, and chewed his words, but he couldn't remember for a while, and waved his hand in vain.

Wang Chengyou looked down at him, and gradually, his cold gaze loosened little by little.

Outside the door of the pigeon nest room.

"Brother, what are those two men doing in a small room?" Taking a sip of avocado banana juice that couldn't be sold, Zhang Xinyue asked her brother.

"The two of them were discussing how to sell avocado banana juice."

"Really!" Xinyue looked pleasantly surprised.

"yes, it's been a discussion in the car for a while. The initial suggestion was to change the layout of the store. Instead, you can stand at the counter and face the people on the street. Customers don't need to enter the store, they can order while standing in front of the counter. ”

"I know, I know!"

"Do you agree?" Brother Zhang looked at his sister dotingly.

"I agree, I agree!"

I really didn't expect Xinyue to agree so readily.

"Do we need to knock on the glass first, or do we move the counter?" Xinyue was eager to try it and wanted to do it right away.

"No hurry, no hurry, we need to wait a little longer. Invisible things such as wires and water pipes are moved first, and then you can knock on the glass and move the counter. Brother Zhang patiently explained.

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When he received Shiyun's call, Tang Wenhao was sitting in his father's office Tang Sifa.

There was no third person in the office, only father and son.

Tang Sifa has a straight back, a thin figure, strong spirits, a pair of eagle eyes, and is extremely sharp. The broom-like eyebrows are draped above the eyes. Such a person, even if you show his ID card, you can hardly believe that he is 64 years old.

When his son hung up the phone briefly, Mr. Tang stretched out his index finger and poked at the large photo on the coffee table thunderously: "You are not suspicious?" ”

The newspaper is a community newspaper with a rough layout printed in the community, and only one newspaper is published every quarter. The photo is a photo of the activity of sending warmth to poor families during the New Year's holidays on the part of the enterprise where the street is located.

Usually, enterprises spend three to five hundred yuan to buy two or three gifts, each of which contains rice, oil, and fruits, and is taken by people in the street to visit poor people's homes.

The photo in the community newspaper happens to be the scene of such a visit. An old man with a wrinkled face shook hands with a smile. The old man showed two-thirds of his face, and the writer showed one-third of his side face. If there is any disharmony in this photo, it is the old man's lap, standing a radiant little girl.

Even the rough printing did not prevent the little girl from showing off her remarkable countenance.

"The moment you saw her, you didn't have any suspicions?" Tang Sifa raised the decibel level and asked fiercely.

The writer's gaze, which had been evading, suddenly became resolute under his father's harsh reprimand. He raised his head in the face of his father's threatening gaze.