"What is the name of the person you are talking about?" I asked.
"Mr. Chen." Song Xi said.
Originally, I wanted Song Xi to take me back to the parking lot downstairs of their company, but she sent me directly back to Guquan Old Street and asked me to pick up the car by myself tomorrow.
"Hey! The last time I came was a BMW, this time I changed to an off-road vehicle!" As soon as the Prado stopped at the entrance of Yiba Pavilion, the troublesome Sister Shaoyao came over with a smile.
After taking a look into the cab, she said: "You are a good boy! I got a new one, and it looks even more beautiful than the last one."
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"Please be respectful." Song Xi glared at Sister Shaoyao with some dissatisfaction.
"Girl, don't mind it! I just want to remind you that Zhao Chuyi is not an easy man. Last time he brought another girl back, and that girl said she was his girlfriend. "Sister Shaoyao came here and said something like this. What did she mean?
"I don't need you to talk too much about my own affairs." Song Xi looked at me and asked, "Is the girl she was talking about Bai Mengting?"
"Yes. !" I nodded.
“Get out of the car!” Song Xi drove me out of the car, then stepped on the accelerator, and the Prado sped away.
Judging from Song Xi's reaction just now, isn't this girl jealous?
"What do you mean?" I asked Sister Shaoyao with a look of displeasure.
"It's not interesting. I just don't care about you eating what's in the bowl or looking at what's in the pot, deceiving this little girl." Sister Shaoyao put her right hand on her waist and said, "I'm called Lu I yelled when I saw the injustice.”
“Boring!” I said these two words to Sister Shaoyao, and then returned to Yiba Pavilion.
I don’t know if it was because there was no business, but Yi Ba fell asleep on the table.
"Get up!" I slapped the table and woke up Yi Ba.
"Have you been fooling around with Song Xi when you came back so late?" Yi Ba asked me, yawning.
“You’re fooling around.” I rolled my eyes at Yi Ba and said, “Song Xi asked me to go this time for a good thing. She said that there was a big facade in front of it that was going to be vacated. I'll go and fight for it."
I told Yi Ba roughly what Song Xi told me.
"This is a great thing. If our Eight Pavilions can be moved to the front, business will be much better. Not only that, in the future we will no longer have to pretend to be grandchildren in Guquan Old Street, but You can walk sideways," Yi Ba said.
The hierarchy here in Guquan Old Street is quite strict. The closer the location is to the street, the higher the status here. To put it more intuitively, in the shops on the street, even the handymen have a higher status than the shopkeepers at the end of our alley.
The broken bread was still in the parking garage of the office building. At almost noon the next day, I took the bus there. Originally, I was going to drive away, but when I looked at the time, it was already dinner time, so I couldn't help but go to Song Xi's office.
“Have you had lunch?” Seeing Song Xi in the office, I immediately felt ecstatic.
"What are you doing here?" Song Xi asked me coldly.
“I’ll treat you to lunch!” I said.
"I'm busy! I don't have time."
When I walked in, Song Xi was obviously playing online, but he didn't look busy at first glance. She told me she was busy, and with her tone, she was obviously angry with me!
“Are you still angry?” I asked with a smile.
"Why are you angry? You, a dog, can't change your habit of eating shit. Do you deserve my anger?" She said she wasn't angry, but after she said this, this girl was obviously angry!
"Why can't I change my dog's habit of eating shit? Besides, I'm not a thing." As soon as I said this, I always felt a little weird.
When Song Xi heard what I said, she laughed out loud.
“How much did you bring?” Song Xi asked me.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to treat me to lunch? If you didn’t mention that you brought a lot of money, how could I decide what to eat?” Listening to what Song Xi meant, she was probably planning to kill me. But as long as I can calm her down and let her kill her, I'm also happy.
"There is not much, but there are still two or three hundred yuan." I took out the money from my pocket, counted it, and then said.
"It was okay to be poor when I was in Fengyang County. How come you are still so poor when you have opened a shop in Guquan Old Street for so long?" Song Xi asked me with a puzzled look on his face.
“Although Yiba Pavilion has been open in Guquan Old Street for a long time, to be honest, the business is really not good. Yiba and I opened a store there, and there was no store in Fengyang County before. There are many guests coming to Xinsheng Pavilion," I said.
“Since you are so poor, I won’t kill you. I’ll treat you to a meal!” Song Xi said.
While eating, Song Xi answered the phone.
"We have to go to the Eight-hole Bridge again tonight." Song Xi said.
"Ms. Chen agreed to see me?" I asked.
"Yeah!" Song Xi nodded and said.
"This time he won't ask someone to bring another word for me to test like last time, right?" I asked a little uneasily.
“I can’t guarantee it, let’s go see it and talk about it!” Song Xi said.
Song Xi has work to do in the afternoon, so naturally I can’t disturb her! So after lunch, I drove the broken bread back to Guquan Old Street.
Testing Mr. Chen’s handwriting is related to the future of Yiba Pavilion! There is no room for any surprises. In addition to the word test, I am also going to bring the beetle shell so that if necessary, I can give Mr. Chen a divination on the spot.
Through this period of study, I have almost mastered "Golden Armor Divination", but there are still some places that need to be checked and filled in. So I didn't go anywhere the whole afternoon and just stayed in the store studying that thing.
At six o'clock, I was about to call Song Xi and ask her if she was finished. As a result, as soon as I took out my phone, there was the roar of a motor outside the door.
Prado, that familiar Prado stopped at the door.
“Are you ready?” Song Xi rolled down the car window, stuck her head out, and asked me.
"Almost." I said.
"Hurry up and get in the car, let's leave now." Song Xi said.
After getting in the car, Song Xi drove directly to the Bakong Bridge.
"Have you had dinner? How about we find a place to have something to eat?" I studied "Golden Armor Divination" for an afternoon and killed a lot of brain cells. I feel so hungry Just hungry.
"Go to Bakong Bridge to eat. Mr. Chen is hosting a banquet for us there tonight!" Song Xi said.
"You want to invite us to dinner? It's really flattering."
Mr. Chen invites us to dinner, no matter what, it must be delicacies from the mountains and the sea! Since Bai Mengting invited Yi Ba and I to have a nice meal at Xiangmanlou last time, I haven't had a toothbrushing ceremony for a long time.
When we arrived, Mr. Chen had not arrived yet, but the cold dishes on the table had already been placed.
About a quarter of an hour later, a handsome-looking guy wearing gold-rimmed glasses came.
"Mr. Chen, this is Master Chuyi." Song Xi introduced him there.
Isn't Bakong Bridge the site of retired senior officials? Mr. Chen looks like he is in his forties at most. He is obviously not retired! He is called boss before he is forty years old, and he can still ask Professor Jiang to run errands for him. This is enough to show that Mr. Chen is definitely not a simple guy.
Mr. Chen just nodded slightly to me and did not speak. Maybe people of their status are like this, so arrogant that people can't get close to them.
High-ranking officials have the arrogance of high-ranking officials, and a person must also have the backbone of a person. Even if Mr. Chen doesn’t speak, I have to hold on!
"Mr. Chen, aren't you looking for the first-year junior high school master to test your calligraphy?"
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Song Xi took the initiative to speak.
Mr. Chen picked up his chopsticks, dipped a little water in the tea cup, and gently drew a horizontal line on the tablecloth. Only one horizontal line is drawn. Isn't this the character "一"?
For character testing, the simpler the character, the more difficult it is to test. The word "一" has only one stroke, and it is the most difficult to predict among all the words. More importantly, Mr. Chen's word "一" was written on the tablecloth with water, not with pen and ink on rice paper. Not only was the handwriting unclear, but after only a short while, the "one" on the tablecloth disappeared without a trace.