Coming out of the friendship store, He Xiao rode a little Suzuki and went back to the courtyard first.

After putting down what he had bought, he rode his bike and went to the shop at the corner of the street.

In front of the door, two master carpenters were already starting to make the tables and chairs he wanted in his shop.

He Xiao stopped the car and walked over to take a closer look.

Next to the wood, there were a few well-made chairs, he pulled one over, sat down and tried it, and it felt good.

"Master, when will it all be done?"

"At least four or five days, Xiao He, what color paint do you want to paint? Is red okay?"

"No, no, no, the color of the wood is very beautiful, you can paint a coat of varnish."

He Xiao shook his head, he opened a store, not married, red is too vulgar.

The master carpenter scratched his head and looked down, "If you paint the varnish, then you can hurry up, three days, I can do it in three days."

"Nacheng, you should get busy first."

After chatting with the master for a few words, He Xiao turned around and entered the house.

The store has changed a lot now, and on the left side of the door, there is a small kitchen, and outside is a circle of about one meter high, and when the store opens, you can put all kinds of fried chicken products on the countertop.

Inside the house, the walls have all been painted, and it looks like a new house.

It's just that it's still missing some decoration, and it's a bit of space.

"Three masters, nothing has happened these days, right?"

Yan Bugui was sitting behind the table, dozing off, and when he heard this, he rubbed his face, and then shook his head.

"It's okay, it's all good, it's just that after you don't let you smoke, there are fewer people watching the tape."

"There is only one video hall in the whole capital, and if he doesn't come to watch it, he has nowhere else to go."

He Xiao shook his head, he didn't care, what he was doing now was an exclusive business.

Pulling back the curtain, he got up and walked in, glancing in the hall, and in the TV set on the table on the north side, "Shanghai Tang" was playing.

There were more than twenty people sitting on the bench behind them, all watching intently.

There are indeed fewer customers in the house than before.

But now the environment in the house is different from before, and he believes that there will be more customers again.

Shaking his head, He Xiao was thinking about going out when he heard the voices of several women.

"Look, look, Xu Wenqiang is out."

"Wow, he looks so good."

"Hmph, I'll just say this place is okay, you haven't come yet."

He Xiao followed the voice and turned his head to look over.

On the bench in the last row on the east side, there were three or four women, and after a closer look, he couldn't help but glance at the woman's thighs, which were really white.

In this era, it is really bold to wear this kind of clothes.

"Huh?"

When the woman looked back and saw He Xiao, she was also stunned, and then walked over directly.

"Hey, how am I doing? Can it be compared to Xiangjiang's?"

"How's that?"

He Xiao was stunned for a moment, he looked at the woman, and vaguely felt a little familiar.

"How about the clothes I made, like skirt pants, you won't forget, right?"

The woman tugged at the shorts she was wearing, feeling a little unhappy.

"Oh, I remember, that night, you led a couple of people to a beauty pageant."

He Xiao patted his head and finally remembered who the woman was.

She was the first woman in the video hall to come to see the midnight show, and at that time, He Xiao was worried that something bad would happen, so she came in and guarded for a while.

Touching his chin, he looked down at the woman's skirt.

How to say it, it can be seen that the woman is made according to the short skirt in the beauty pageant video, but the fabric used by the woman is different, and the texture is worse than that in the videotape.

And this skirt-like pants are longer than the ones in the tape.

In the videotape, below

It only reaches the base of the thighs, and the woman wears this one, just up to the knees, and the thighs are faintly exposed.

But don't say it, He Xiao feels that the woman has changed well, and the style is quite good-looking.

「……」

The woman was a little embarrassed by He Xiao's eyes.

Her face was slightly red, and she couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Hey, how does this dress compare to Xiangjiang's?"

He Xiao was also a little embarrassed when he saw the woman's movements.

Without squinting, he stretched out his thumb and exclaimed:

"Yes, it's better than Xiangjiang's, your craftsmanship is really good, my name is He Xiao, comrade, can I ask your name?"

The woman was very satisfied, she glanced at He Xiao, and then said, "My name is Yang Shengnan."

With that, she swung her shorts and turned to sit back on the bench.

"Second sister, who is that man? Do you know him?"

"He Xiao, he opened this store."

Hearing Yang Shengnan's words, the other women on the bench couldn't help but look back at He Xiao.

……

"Katsuo, Katsuo, that's a strange name."

He Xiao glanced at the woman again and found that she was sitting on a bench, drawing something with a notebook.

Walking behind the woman, he couldn't help but take a closer look, "Huh? You can also draw?"

Yang Shengnan's book is full of sketches of some clothes, which are quite similar, and he has a little skill in hand.

"Draw whatever you want."

Yang Shengnan replied casually.

He Xiao is interested, this is really a talent, he can draw, design clothes, and make clothes, he is simply omnipotent.

Thinking that the fried chicken restaurant he was going to open still lacked some posters, he immediately asked, "Do you know how to paint?"

"A little bit, what's wrong?"

Yang Shengnan put down the notebook and looked back at He Xiao suspiciously.

"Ouch, you'll have to do me a favor."

He Xiao glanced at it and sat directly on the bench next to him.

He pointed to the TV and said, "Outhouse, I want to open a fried chicken restaurant, can you help me draw some posters?"

"It's Xu Wenqiang, Feng Chengcheng who are about to eat fried chicken, and Huo Yuanjia or something, anyway, draw more portraits in the movie, I'll give you five yuan for one, what do you think?"

"Five?"

Yang Shengnan swallowed his saliva, five yuan a piece, and ten yuan for fifty yuan.

Looking at Xu Wenqiang and Feng Chengcheng on TV, she hesitated for a while, nodded and said:

"I'll draw a sketch for you to see, and if I do, I'll draw it later."

As she spoke, she took the notebook, flipped through the pages, and then took the pencil and began to draw.

He Xiao took a closer look, and then instructed.

"You can draw it simply, Xu Wenqiang and Feng Chengcheng looked at it affectionately, in the middle is a piece of fried chicken, and four big characters are written on it, Hong Kong-style fried chicken, by the way, Feng Chengcheng draws beautifully."

"There are also Xu Wenqiang and Ding Li, the two of them are fighting for the fried chicken in the middle with guns."

Yang Shengnan paused, his face indescribable.

After a while, she complained, "You are so vulgar, is it okay to draw people like this?"

"It's okay, you can paint it, it's just the right thing to do."

He Xiao shook his head, he didn't care, he just painted, could he Xu Wenqiang still find it?

(End of chapter)