Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

"South Wind, your lemonade."

Yu Mo sat back on the sofa with a glass of lemonade in his left hand and a bottle of vodka in his right hand.

"Good stuff, give me some too."

Zi Qiao looked at the vodka in Yu Mo's hand. He picked up the empty glass with a smile and was about to pour the wine.

Snapped.

Zi Qiao immediately took back his right hand, which had been slapped red by the south wind.

"Master Lu, please pay attention to the fact that you are still sick.

"Have you ever seen a patient with duodenal ulcer who is as reckless as you, who even dares to drink vodka?"

Nanfeng stared at Zi Qiao who was seeking death and sneered: "Even if you are seeking death, you still have to respect the fruits of my labor in taking you to the hospital for treatment at three o'clock yesterday morning."

Zi Qiao put down his wine glass angrily: "I almost forgot about this."

Ziqiao's physical condition improved greatly after taking medicine all day yesterday. Except for the dull pain in his abdomen, he almost seemed fine.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Feng turned to look at Yu Mo: "And you, you drink vodka in the morning?"

"Oh, I'm so happy today." Yu Mo smiled flatteringly, "Besides, I can't get drunk from a bottle of vodka."

"I hope so." Nanfeng said as he took the lemonade from Yu Mo's hand.

Yu Mo quickly changed the subject and asked, "What were you talking about just now? It was so lively?"

Zeng Xiaoxian raised his eyebrows: "We are talking about whether the friend Nanfeng invited is good-looking or not."

"Doesn't it look good?" Yu Mo looked at Nanfeng with a smile.

Nan Feng paused.

At this time, it doesn't make much sense to answer "good-looking" or "not good-looking", and it would be too ambiguous to answer "not good-looking".

He thought for a moment and answered lightly.

"When I make friends, I never care whether they are good-looking or not. They are not as good-looking as me anyway."

"Damn!" Zeng Xiaoxian was dumbfounded.

This is an answer that only Nanfeng can answer with such confidence.

"And I never comment on other people's looks. It's too superficial."

Nanfeng smiled: "Anyway, Nuo Lan will arrive this afternoon. You can see for yourself whether she suits your taste."

"Then I want to see if this Luo Lan is a beauty." Zi Qiao looked expectant.

"It's Nuolan." Nanfeng corrected.

"Ruonan?"

"...Read it however you want." Nanfeng said helplessly.

Zi Qiao waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "I don't care if you are Luo Lan Ruo Nan or Nuo Lan Ruo Lan. We all pronounce Luo Lan in Sichuan dialect."

Yu Mo was stunned: "You can read it clearly."

Zeng Xiaoxian clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's not talk about Nuonan for now... Bah, Nuolan."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Nan Feng and Yu Mo expectantly: "Which one of you is willing to be my first sales client?"

Nan Feng and Yu Mo looked at each other.

"goodbye."

The two of them got up from the sofa and prepared to leave.

"Hey, you guys are so unloyal!" Zeng Xiaoxian said sadly and angrily.

Nanfeng said with a half-smile: "Teacher Zeng, it's not that we don't have loyalty, it's really that you are too unprofessional."

"Am I unprofessional?"

Zeng Xiaoxian pointed at himself in astonishment and said unconvinced: "Ziqiao has taught me all the core points of speaking skills just now. Brother Yixian, there is absolutely no problem with my intelligence, okay?"

"Let's not discuss whether you are intelligent or not."

Nanfeng asked calmly: "Let me ask you one question, what exactly are you promoting?"

"My autographed photo." Zeng Xiaoxian replied matter-of-factly.

Nanfeng spread his hands and pointed at the empty coffee table in front of several people: "Where are your photos?"

Zeng Xiaoxian's mouth opened wide with a dull look on his face.

"Yeah, where's my photo?"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Zi Qiao: "You arranged for me to sell the photos. Where are the photos?"

"Please, how can I have your signed photo?" Zi Qiao spread his hands and said, "Go back and get it yourself."

Zeng Xiaoxian said depressedly.

"Depend on!"

…

"Depend on!"

Nan Feng and Yu Mo watched helplessly as a large cardboard box fell on the coffee table with a dull sound.

The two people's incredible gazes went up from the coffee table and the carton, until they stared at Zeng Xiaoxian who was hunched over and panting.

"Teacher Zeng, how many sets of signed photos did you bring here?" Yu Mo adjusted his glasses and asked in surprise.

Zeng Xiaoxian wiped the sweat from his forehead, lying on the sofa and waving weakly: "About dozens of sets."

"Dozens of sets...cough cough cough..."

Yu Mo almost choked to death on his own saliva because of Zeng Xiaoxian's words.

Nan Feng patted Yu Mo's back gently: "Are you okay?"

"fine."

Yu Mo stroked his chest gently, with lingering shock still on his face: "Teacher Zeng, do you know that there are only a few dozen people in the whole bar?"

The Yangyangtian Bar was originally just a small bar downstairs from the apartment. Even if the whole bar was full, it wouldn't be able to hold many people.

Not to mention that it was still broad daylight, and how many people could come to the bar in broad daylight like them?

"I know." Zeng Xiaoxian said confidently, "Counting the passenger flow this morning, there are over a hundred people.

"And maybe my fans will buy a few more sets to give away or amway. Dozens of sets may not be enough."

"Hahaha..." Nanfeng laughed at Zeng Xiaoxian's confidence.

"What do you mean when you smile like this?"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Nanfeng who was laughing angrily: "Don't you believe that I can sell all these?"

Nanfeng laughed and nodded: "Of course."

"Don't underestimate people, I tell you that after the transformation, I am no longer the same. I am terrifyingly strong now!"

Zeng Xiaoxian puffed up his chest and looked like he was sure of victory.

"Well, it's scary. It's really scary."

Yu Mo pretended to be serious and gave a thumbs up to praise Zeng Xiaoxian. In the end, he couldn't help but lie on Nan Feng's shoulder and laughed out loud.

Now it was not just Nanfeng who was laughing, but even Yumo was bending over with laughter.

Zeng Xiaoxian was about to go crazy with Nan Feng and Yu Mo, especially when he saw Zi Qiao couldn't help but snicker, Xiao Xian was immediately furious.

It’s okay if they laugh at me, but you laugh at me too?

"Don't just laugh, what if I can really sell out?" he asked angrily.

Nanfeng took several deep breaths before regaining his ability to speak: "I don't even expect you to sell out all of them, but your box contains more than seventy sets, right?

"I'll give you a 50% discount on thirty-six sets.

"Before twelve o'clock today. As long as you can sell thirty-six sets at the price specified by Zi Qiao, I will consider you a great person.

"At that time, I will directly ask my dubbing studio to promote you and mention your popularity.

"But what if you can't sell it?"

Zeng Xiaoxian concluded his words, but at the critical moment he began to hesitate and evade again.

But both of them had reached this point, and Zeng Xiaoxian couldn't help but take a step back for the sake of his own face.

"If I can't sell it, you can do whatever you want!"

Nanfeng gave a thumbs up: "Brother Xian is awesome!

"Since you are so generous, then my request will not be too much."

He glanced at Zeng Xiaoxian: "I remember you are an experienced driver. And you also have a master's degree in philosophy and history."

Zeng Xiaoxian raised his head proudly: "That's right."

"Then you must be good at writing papers, right?" Nanfeng's eyes lit up.

"……That is."

Zeng Xiaoxian didn't know what Nanfeng was planning, but now he had the courage to answer.

"That'll be easy."

Nanfeng chuckled and said, "If you can't sell it, you have to help me write a paper on recommended vehicles to buy.

"I will tell you my requirements for a new car, and you will write down the recommended vehicle configurations in the paper in detail, and each car will meet my expectations.

“The car purchase locations and detailed routes near the apartment, as well as the theoretical lowest price of the vehicle, the specific subsequent maintenance procedures, etc.

"And if the paper is not satisfactory to me, you must take it back and revise it until I am satisfied."

I was still thinking about how to choose a car, but now I have a free labor force who knows both cars and can write papers.

I couldn't bear to add more workload to Dali, but Zeng Xiaoxian...

Arranging more tasks for him is also to prevent him from having the energy to be mean.

Zeng Xiaoxian understood, and he was so angry that he said, "After doing this for a long time, you use me as a car buying software?"

Nanfeng just smiled: "If you don't dare, forget it~"

【Depend on! 】

Hearing Nanfeng's mean tone, Zeng Xiaoxian felt as if there was a thorn in his throat.

I have always been mean to others, but now someone is mean to me?

Is this justified?

Is there any law?

If I give up, my brother Xian will lose his face.

"It's a bet!"

Nan Feng looked at Yu Mo: "Well, Yu Mo, you will be the notary. If Teacher Zeng dares to pay the bill out of his own pocket, you will find Yifei and strangle him to death!"

Yu Mo nodded with a smile.

Zeng Xiaoxian really shuddered. He really had the idea of ​​paying for it out of his own pocket just now.

Even though he is already strapped for cash, Brother Xian cannot lose his face.

But obviously, Nanfeng is not so easy to fool.

Especially since the entire bar was within his hearing range, it would be too difficult for him to pull off any tricks.

Zeng Xiaoxian now regretted that he had taken the advantage just now, but now he was in a difficult situation.

Do it, you have to believe in your own personality charm and the core of the speaking skills taught by Zi Qiao!

"Teacher Zeng, don't say that brother doesn't support you."

Nanfeng pulled out a packaged set of signed photos from the carton and scanned the QR code to pay.

"Now you only need to sell thirty-five units, come on."

Yu Mo thought for a while and followed Nan Feng's example and took a set.

"Teacher Zeng, I would also encourage you... at least I won't let you lose too badly."

"You...just wait and see!"

Zeng Xiaoxian walked towards Yifei aggressively holding several sets of signed photos of himself.

"Nanfeng, are you not worried at all that you will lose?"

Yu Mo asked softly.

Nan Feng looked like he had a winning chance: "Apart from Zi Qiao and Xiao Xian, there are only four others left in the bar, Yifei, Meijia, Guangu, and Zhang Wei.

"I don't believe that the four of them would be willing to buy several sets of Zeng Xiaoxian's signed photos to occupy space in the bedroom. One set for each of them is already the greatest support for him.

"Even if Teacher Zeng had the ability to ask Zhang Wei to pay, he would still have thirty sets of signed photos to sell."

Nanfeng paused, then smiled slyly: "If he has the ability to sell these thirty sets of signed photos, then of course I will be willing to admit defeat.

"...After all, I have almost prepared the matter of helping him promote it, but I just haven't told him yet."

Zi Qiao and Yu Mo gave thumbs up in unison.

"It has to be you."