"Sir, when you eat eggs, do you have to see what the hen looks like?"

Song Huanxi first started with a rhetorical question, and then wrote sharply: "This Miss Dong loves the handsome, chic and dedicated Li Xunhuan in Mr.'s book, and Ah Fei, who is quick to say and quick to act...... Excuse me, sir, how is Zibi Afei? What about Li Xunhuan?

Sir is so clever that there is no need to say more, but there is no need to say that. ”

Song Huanxi carefully sealed the letter, put it aside, yawned, and should have gone to bed directly, but her heart moved, and she picked up the letter again.

After reading the first half of the article twice, Song Huanxi thought thoughtfully: Submit to the newspaper?

She had never thought of this path before, probably because she practiced the script in Pei's every day, and she only thought about submitting Rongchang.

Do you write serials?

What is a good theme?

Song Huanxi's heart moved again, and at the same time he remembered the speech of the new governor in the evening, about vigorously developing night school literacy, and the story of Brother Asheng.

If she was based on Brother Asheng's experience of studying at night school, and rewrote it on the premise that it was in line with the governor's policy, she would definitely be serialized by the newspaper first!

The more Song Huanxi thought about it, the more excited he became, and he took out the pen and paper directly, and when it was time to put down the pen, the tip of the pen was hanging above the white paper, and it didn't fall for a long time.

Brother Ah Sheng and his cram school teaching, the story between Teacher Zhiyang is really interesting, but I always feel that something is missing-

Song Huanxi tried to recall the behavior of the guests when Brother Ah Sheng recounted his experience of attending night school.

Well, the guests were in high spirits at first, but then they were in a state of interest.

If you think about it carefully, the guests in the wonton noodle restaurant seem to prefer the stories of heroes and beauties, such as "The Condor Heroes", and "The Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword".

Song Huanxi had an idea, what would happen if Teacher Zhiyang was changed to a rich daughter?

is like "London Beauty" by the prodigal son of Xiangjiang, which comes from life and is higher than life!

In an instant, inspiration came one after another, and the pen in Song Huanxi's hand, as if he had his own will, frantically wrote on the paper:

Carrying an old blue cloth bag all year round, Ah Keung shuttles through the alleys of Kowloon City, collecting some tattered pieces from the previous dynasty, changing hands and selling them.

When you're lucky, you can eat and drink for half a month.

Of course, most of the time, he was moved by the tears of his guests and was willing to believe that an ordinary wooden comb was a treasure used by Cixi before entering the palace.

This made him have a hard time, and the blue coat on his body was already the most comfortable clothes he could handle - only a small patch under his arm, as long as he didn't raise his hand, no one would notice.

Cuong sat nervously at the round table facing the coffee shop, the floor-to-ceiling windows on his side were clean like a mirror, clearly reflecting his embarrassment at the moment.

He didn't dare to turn his head to look out, on the streets of Central, there were brightly dressed company white-collar workers coming and going, and he only felt that all the people passing by were laughing at him.

There seemed to be thorns on the chair, and Cuong forced himself to sit down after his butt left half an inch several times.

Why hasn't Ajuan come yet!

Just when Ah Qiang was fidgeting, a young girl in a dress walked over hurriedly, her hair was draped over her shoulders, her facial features were good, and she apologized before she sat down:

"I'm sorry, Cuong, I took a case temporarily—"

Ah Qiang looked at the green plum in front of him blankly, what is hey?

Since Ajuan entered Central to do things, the two have not been in touch for a long time, if it weren't for the message from my mother today, if he must come, he would not have died -

Mom always talks about Ajuan saying that she wants to do his wife's business when she was a child, only he knows that Ajuan and him are already people from two worlds.

Ajuan looked at the glass filled with water in front of Ah Qiang, and sighed softly: "Ah Qiang, don't you have something to drink?" ”

Ajuan looked up and called, "Waiter, order." ”

The young waitress in a white shirt, a black horse jacket, and a small black bow tie quickly came over, "What do you want?" Miss? ”

Ajuan smiled lightly: "Coffee, thank you." ”

She saw Ah Shui's blank face, and kindly suggested: "Brother Ah Shui, do you want to try it?" The foreigner's tea is quite delicious. ”

Cuong nodded incomprehensibly.

Soon, two cups of coffee were served.

Cuong's nose twitched, this familiar smell ...... Isn't it just the noodle restaurant that you frequent, and everyone jokingly calls it a pot of water?

He suddenly felt a little distressed, this thing is not cheap, in the noodle restaurant, only a rich wronged boss will order often.

Ajuan smiled: "It's very bitter to drink directly, and it will be much better if you add some milk and sugar, you try it!" ”

Ah Qiang added milk and sugar in disbelief, and took a sip, hey, it's quite delicious!

Ajuan put down the cup and talked directly about business: "Brother Ah Qiang, I am working in Gai's now, recently, they have collected ten oil tankers and are preparing to set up an ocean-going fleet. ”

"You know how to swim, I know, are you interested in being an ocean-going sailor?"

After a pause, Ajuan emphasized: "The salary is very high. ”

Ah Qiang was stunned: "How tall?" ”

Ajuan smiled: "Taller than me." ”

That's really high!

Ah Qiang couldn't refuse this salary, he didn't even think about it, and nodded directly: "Okay, I'll go!" ”

Ajuan is very happy, when she was a child, she drowned, and it was Cuong who saved her, she always remembers.

Ajuan said with some regret: "It's a pity, you don't know much, otherwise you can be a boatswain, if you know some English, the third mate has also done it." ”

Cuong was very sensitive and asked, "What is the boatswain's salary?" What about the third mate? ”

Ajuan laughed: "The salary of a boatswain is a little higher than that of an ordinary sailor, and the third mate is directly doubled. ”

Ah Qiang gasped, there were more sailors than Ah Juan, that, those three pairs-

I can't even think about it!

Ajuan stood up: "Since you are willing, then I will help you fill out a form and hand it in, and you go back and wait for my news!" ”

Cuong nodded: "Okay! ”

Ajuan left in a hurry.

Ah Qiang glanced at the coffee that Ajuan had only taken a sip, brought it over without hesitation, drank it all in one gulp, and drank all his coffee again, before learning Ajuan's appearance: "Slightly hungry? ”

The waiter walked over briskly: "Sir? ”

Ah Qiang said directly: "Check out!" ”

This coffee shop in Central is much more expensive than the water in the noodle shop, hearing the price, Ah Qiang felt a pain in his flesh, he was about to take out his wallet to check out, and suddenly remembered, the armpit patch, the hand is a meal:

"That, the wallet is in the pocket of your pants, you can dig it yourself!"

Waiter: "??" ”

“ Excuse me？”

Ah Qiang was stunned: "What rice?" Aren't you able to understand Mandarin? ”

Ah Juan, who had just remembered that she had forgotten to check out, hurriedly returned, and what she saw was a stalemate between Ah Qiang and the waiter.

She hurriedly stepped forward to settle the bill and pulled Ah Qiang out of the café, Ah Qiang took the initiative to explain: "Ah Juan, I have money, it's-"

He paused, and slowly raised his arm, revealing the distinctly uncolored patches under his armpits.

Remember Mr. Gai Junying? That's right, his family appeared.