rebirth of the nasty

When Fang Zijin returned to the banquet hall, he saw Zuo Xun brazenly approaching Ning Xiner, and couldn't help but be speechless: "This is the real forgetting friends!" Thinking of his "friendship", Fang Zijin had no choice but to curl his lips and continue to look for favorites in the food pile.

Jin Muyun just went to another place, and now that the business talks are almost done, he also came over to get some food to fill his stomach - he stood beside him for a long time, only drank a few glasses of wine, and he was really not full.

Seeing Fang Zijin wandering around with a fork in front of a pile of food, the sharp-eyed Jin Muyun found the only plate of shredded coconut cubes left in the corner, and on a thought, he brought it to him: "Try it, it's one of these The desserts in this hotel are well done."

Fang Zijin estimated the available memory in his stomach, and quickly waved his hands: "I'll just come together..."

Hearing Fang Zijin's words, Jin Muyun's frown that had just been frowned because of the other party's rejection gesture eased again.

Of course, Fang Zijin has no way of knowing this little change in the other party's mood, and although the system has noticed it, it cannot analyze it because the version is too low.

In fact, the method of shredded coconut is really not difficult. Even Aunt Wang, who is not very good at making pastries, has made it several times and replaced shredded coconut with other flours, but the taste is always so-so.This time it seems to be okay, not sweet, and it suits his taste.

So Fang Zijin, who said he only tasted one piece, took another piece from his brother's plate and threw it into his mouth.In this way, there was only a pitiful small piece left in the small plate for one person, which originally only had four small squares.Fang Zijin couldn't help but said awkwardly: "Brother, how about I get you another dish?" He searched around while talking, but couldn't find another dish.Can't help being a little disappointed.

Fortunately, Jin Muyun shook his head lightly: "No need." Although Fang Zijin nodded when he heard the words, he still blamed himself a little.

Seeing Fang Zijin suddenly depressed, Jin Muyun thought for a while and reacted.He glanced at the various foods on the table, frowned slightly, and finally pointed to a small plate of kiwi fruit in Fang Zijin's hand, and asked softly, "Zijin, can you pass it to me?"

Fang Zijin smiled for a moment: "Hey! Good!"

Seeing that he regained his vitality, Jin Muyun couldn't help but smiled and shook his head: Really, why are you so easy to coax?

Let's talk about Zuo Xun's side, although he summoned up the courage to wait until the people around Ning Xiner dispersed and moved over, he still didn't dare to directly explain the reason for his visit, and just rambled about "the dinner party layout is good" and "there are a lot of guests" , Ning Xiner felt a little helpless after politely responding: "Senior brother should want to say more than that, right?"

When Zuo Xun heard that she changed her address from the commonly used "Zuo Shixiong" to "Senior Brother", he understood that her mood was not as warm as the smile on her face, so the little courage that had just been summoned disappeared completely. I couldn't help coughing lightly and lied half-truth: "Then what, I just want to say, next time you want to hold a banquet, you can find me! There are also discounts! Why go far away!" If you abandon what he wanted to talk about just now On the topic of feelings, these words come from the heart.

After hearing his words, Ning Xin'er was relieved, and at the same time, she finally let go of the polite smile on her face, and returned to the usual state of getting along with the two of them. She glanced at him and said, "I was looking for you , but there is no precedent for Xuan Pavilion to be reserved, I am not sure. I asked Brother Jin, and he told me that you just said that Xuan Pavilion was not profitable a few days ago. I thought that Senior Brother Jin would not lie, Most of what you told him is the truth, I want to ask you face to face, you must agree to it for the sake of our friendship, what if it delays your business?"

Zuo Xun suffered from this dumbness, and couldn't even utter a rebuttal: Yes, he was the one who said he had no money a few days ago, and Jin Muyun was not lying; the junior sister didn't come, and it was out of good intentions. Generally speaking, there is nothing wrong with it!

Ning Xiner saw that his complexion was not good, and she felt a drum in her heart: Could it be that telling the truth about the brother's poor management made him lose face?Shouldn't it?

She was worried that Zuo Xun would blame Jin Muyun and affect the friendship between the two, so she hurriedly remedied: "However, Senior Brother Jin also said that the business of the catering industry in the whole country is not doing well during this period. I think Xuange has the popularity accumulated over a long period of time." , it shouldn’t be that bad.”

Zuo Xun couldn't laugh or cry for a while.Regardless of the truth or falsehood of Ning Xiner's words, he clearly knew that Jin Muyun, a superficially innocent big-bellied black man, must have adapted his joke that day to make Ning Xiner believe so firmly, but he really couldn't expose the other party He had no choice but to swallow the "evil fruit" he had planted with a wry smile.

The dinner party came to an end soon.Both Jin Muyun and Fang Zijin drove here, but they were both more or less drunk.It's winter and it's night again, so I can't trouble my two drivers to come over, so I called the driver who cooperated with the hotel.But what was different from Jin Yujie's birthday party last time was that the two of them sat in the back seat of a car.

Fang Zijin was browsing Weibo all the way.Although he turned off the comment reminder, he couldn't help but look through the comment list to see what others said about him.

And Jin Muyun has unbuttoned the single button on his suit since he got in the car - he is always more relaxed when he is not in front of people - now he does not pay attention to whether his clothes are wrinkled or whether his posture is correct, but Leaning casually on the leather seat behind him, he tilted his head to see Fang Zijin's silly expression while brushing Weibo.

Seeing Fang Zijin scratching his head annoyed by other people's comments for a while, and laughing foolishly for a while, Jin Muyun was very puzzled: It's just playing with the phone, what about it?

Of course, as a workaholic who pursues high efficiency, in addition to calls, text messages and browsers, he usually uses notepad and office software (including dictionaries) on his mobile phone. He cannot understand Fang Zijin's addiction to Weibo. reasonable.

In fact, Zhang Mengyang registered a weblog for Jin Muyun at the beginning, and even took pains to get the certification, so that he had a long list of titles under his name.However, this account was quickly abandoned by him under the pretext of wasting time, and later thrown to Luo Qingyuan to take care of it. As a result, his understanding of Weibo was only the relevant text or data in the Financial Weekly.However, the biggest reason why Jin Muyun is successful is his super execution ability. He just wanted to play Weibo again because of Fang Zijin's brushing Weibo. When he got home, the app had been downloaded and he had registered Weibo By the way, he generously asked his brother for his account name, and then followed him.

As soon as Fang Zijin refreshed the fan list, there was an annual fee member with the default avatar among the bunch of new fans. Eddie saw that he was his brother: Zero85313.Don't ask him how he recognized it, the string of numbers behind it is obviously his brother's birthday, what's so hard to guess!

Leaving Fang Zijin over there in a daze, Jin Muyun went back to the house by himself, took a shower and changed clothes.

When he came out, he only wore a bath towel around his waist. His muscles, which were usually covered by his clothes, cast shallow shadows under the warm yellow ceiling light in the bedroom. He didn't train his upper body muscles too much to make him look bulky. That's an exaggeration; after all, he is very busy, and he has neither the time nor the energy to sculpt his figure. He just works out at a fixed time, or practices the Sanda that he started learning in high school.

If Fang Zijin, the version with a small belly next door, sees it, he will definitely complain, and then say "Anyway, I don't have the willpower, so I don't need to compare with you."Thinking of Fang Zijin's possible expression, Jin Muyun wiped his hair while turning on the phone, with a very gentle expression on his face.

When he saw the contents of Fang Zijin's Weibo, he laughed even more: Why are they all food!

Obviously just reporting the names of the dishes boringly, but Jin Muyun flipped through them one by one, and then remembered the "photo consecration ceremony" that the other party had recently held before the meal, he couldn't help shaking his head, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He just turned forward and turned to Weibo before the other party returned to China. He frowned again and made a comment: "Damn!"

As soon as he said these two words, his brows frowned even more, so that a deep gully formed in the middle: Although Zijin seems to have changed his ways recently, but after all, the dark history is so long, what if One day he can't figure it out again and picks up the things from before...

Thinking of this, Jin Muyun unconsciously swiped down with his finger, and the page immediately jumped back to the top.Seeing Fang Zijin's personalized signature, he had a thought, and made a call: "Okay, as long as he is as obedient as he is now, he can do whatever he wants."

Fang Zijin on the other side just changed his personal signature to "I want to be an Internet celebrity", but he was still not at ease, so he asked the system: "System, do you think my brother can see it? Am I being too euphemistic for doing this?" Already?"

The system is not sure: "Probably...you can see it. If it doesn't work, just go to him directly. After all, he is also the richest man in Jin City, so it's impossible not to know these people?"

Luo Qingyuan, who had finally used the excuse of "discussing Ershao Jin's work" as an excuse to make an appointment with Zhang Mengyang for the next day, received a call from Jin Muyun just as he and the other party came out of the western restaurant, feeling happy.At this time, his mood was as complicated as when he saw that his first choice of international finance and trade was rejected in the college entrance examination, and then he found out that he was admitted to the international butler major of the same school that he had filled out.

Luo Qingyuan picked up the phone under Zhang Mengyang's urging eyes, and then heard his boss explain the purpose of coming straight to the point.

Luo Qingyuan was dumbfounded when he heard this: "President Jin, you said you want me to find an online celebrity agent for your younger brother?"

Zhang Mengyang, an uninformed onlooker, was dumbfounded when he heard the words: Boss, didn't you say a few days ago that the second young master should work hard?Are you really sure that being an Internet celebrity is the right way to work hard?