San Fu

"Then it's settled," Mr. Jiang patted him on the shoulder, picked up the vibrating cell phone while getting out of the car, "I'll answer the call, you go up first."

"Second floor." Jiang Kuo said.

Mr. Jiang waved his hand to signal him to get out of here.

As Jiang Kuo walked towards the second floor of the hotel, he felt that something was not quite right, especially Mr. Jiang's sentence "Let's talk about it", no matter how he heard it, he felt that there was a conspiracy.

Just say what?

How did you say it?

Pushing open the box door, several people in the room turned their heads to look over.

Seeing him coming in alone, Dong Kun asked, "Where's your dad?"

"He's on the phone, he'll come up later," Jiang Kuo walked to the table, and quickly confessed, "If my dad chats with you in the air of a boss and an elder, you're asking for it."

"It's okay," Ding Zhe smiled, "When did we ever worry about this, which elders we never drank."

"Have you ordered?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Sun Ji said, "Wait for Mr. Jiang to come."

"You order, you always come, you are familiar with everything delicious," Jiang Kuo took out a tea from his pocket, which he just took in the car, "He can order food ass, it has always been him Assistant."

"Is there a pot for making tea?" Duan Feifei asked the waiter.

"Only the simplest one-piece teacup," the waiter gestured, "the one that leaks when you press it."

"Okay, that's it." Jiang Kuo nodded, "Take another pot of 90-degree water."

The waiter looked at him: "Huh?"

"Take a pot of boiling water." Duan Feifei said,

The waiter brought the boiling water and teacups, and Duan Feifan opened the lid of the boiling water bottle to dry: "It will be 90 degrees in a while."

"What kind of tea is this?" Fatty Liu asked.

"Rock tea," Jiang Kuo skillfully took the teacup, "Do you drink tea? This tea is not bad, more than 6."

Several people came forward at the same time: "Drink."

"Waste." Duan Feifei said.

"No waste, we experience this taste, it is not a waste." Ding Zhe said.

"That's right," the box door was pushed open, and Mr. Jiang walked in, "Try it, the taste is still good, even people who don't drink tea can taste it."

"Thank you uncle for the tea." Several people stood up.

"Hey, sit and sit," Mr. Jiang shook his hand at them, and put a bottle of wine on the table: "Drink the bar?"

"Mr. Jiang, didn't you buy this at the canteen next door?" Duan Feifei saw that it was a bottle of Wuliangye, "It's not real there."

"I brought it out," Mr. Jiang smiled, "and put it in the car."

Jiang Kuo made the tea well and divided them up, and everyone stretched out their hands to take them by themselves.

"This is indeed..." Fatty Liu took a sip of tea, "It is indeed... much better than the one they serve in the restaurant."

"Duan Feifan is still right," Jiang Kuo said.

"It's a waste to give you a drink." Ding Zhe said.

"I'm sure I won't waste this wine while I'm drinking it," Liu Fatty said.

"Hurry up to serve the food," Duan Feifei told the waiter, "Hurry up."

"Okay." The waiter closed the door and went out.

"I'm running out of time this time," Mr. Jiang opened the wine, "I planned to just sit with Jiang Kuo anywhere, just in time for you to have dinner, so let's have a meal."

Duan Feifan watched him open the wine, got up and took the bottle, brought a few small glasses in front of him, and divided the wine.

"Uncle, you're welcome," Ding Zhe said, "If you don't come, we won't be able to drink good tea or wine."

"You guys have time to go to our place to have fun," President Jiang said, "Let Jiang Kuo treat you well, I'll say hello, and leave it to him to eat, drink and have fun, he knows everything."

Jiang Kuo smiled and said nothing.

"Uncle is really nice," Dong Kun said, "Jiang Kuo always tells us that you are very nice..."

You haven't drunk the wine yet, so you're blown away!

Jiang Kuo quickly stared at him.

"Oh?" Mr. Jiang smiled and narrowed his eyes, "How can he say good things about me? What did he say about me?"

Dong Kun followed suit, but Mr. Jiang didn't follow suit. When he asked this question, he couldn't make up the next sentence.

"The main reason is that you came here this time," Duan Feifei brought the wine in front of Mr. Jiang, "He was very moved, saying that he didn't expect that we would basically be at school by ourselves during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and those who came home from the local area would spend it at school from other places. You come to accompany him in person, none of us are treated like this..."

Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifan and took a glass of wine from him.

"Jiang Kuo kept talking about it every day, and thought you would come tomorrow," Duan Feifei said, putting the remaining glasses of wine on the turntable, and let them take them by themselves, "I just saw your car, and I was so happy mad."

Almost got this classmate.

"Duan Feifei," Mr. Jiang looked at him and smiled, "You are much more sensible than Jiang Kuo. If he said the same thing, it would definitely not be the way to express it."

It was punctured!

"The position is different, and the angle of seeing things is also different," Duan Feifei said, "but the essence is actually this thing, and it will not change."

Yo, it's round again.

Duan Feifei didn't give Mr. Jiang a chance to question again, and raised his glass: "This is a toast to Mr. Jiang. Come here from all the way. It's good wine and tea."

"Thank you Mr. Jiang—" Everyone raised their glasses together.

"Thank you, students." Mr. Jiang also raised his glass.

The food was served very quickly. After they drank this round of wine, the waiter opened the door and started serving the food.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for everyone to talk to Mr. Jiang, Jiang Kuo leaned into Duan Feifei's ear and whispered, "Is it uncomfortable, you asked for it yourself."

Duan Feifei smiled happily: "How interesting."

In fact, Mr. Jiang is not a person who talks too much at the wine table, especially with these children, if you start with a few words, you won't talk too much later.

Most of the time he just watched from the sidelines.

But he had never met people like Ding Zhe and Dong Kun before.

Even though Dong Kun almost failed to come to the stage in the first round because of making up nonsense, he still dared to come on stage. Mr. Jiang, you are so young, how did you manage such a big family business, I admire...

Ding Zhe was even more fearless. After all, Brabus was parked outside, and he couldn't let it go. Mr. Jiang, your car is not ordinary...

"Why don't you go down and drive around in a while." Boss Jiang took out the car keys.

"I'm drunk, uncle." Ding Zhe looked confused.

"Oh yes," Mr. Jiang thought for a while, then patted the table lightly, "It's okay, you can get in the car and touch it when you leave later, and when you have a chance to play, take your notebook with you, and you can use the car to drive." .”

"Thank you Mr. Jiang!" Ding Zhe shouted.

Jiang Kuo just buried his head in eating, and Duan Feifan sometimes followed up with a few words, except for making tea for Mr. Jiang, he didn't lift his head.

"It's not easy to get that piece of land," Mr. Jiang took a sip of wine, and told them the arduous journey of starting a business, "You are still young, don't know that era, it seems that there is not much money here, but no one can take it. No, I didn’t even have anything to mortgage at that time, and I’ve been scraping together for a long time..."

"It's really not easy," Sun Ji said, "but winning that land is the first step to success."

"How many people die at the first step, there is no next step, and every step is not easy," Mr. Jiang sighed, "After all, there is only one building on that land that belongs to me, and I don't make much money. It's not easy to start a business."

Everyone is very interested in Mr. Jiang's entrepreneurial history. Mr. Jiang usually doesn't talk about these things, mainly because no one chases after them like this group of people, and looks eager to learn.

Mr. Jiang is also willing to share with them, it is probably much more comfortable than being flattered in the company.

This is also very good, a few rounds of wine, a chat, the atmosphere is quite lively.

"Xiao Duan," Mr. Jiang suddenly looked at Duan Feifan with the cup in his hand, "Did you not drink much?"

"Mr. Jiang is really careful." Duan Feifei quickly picked up the glass, touched him, drank it in one gulp, and then said in a low voice, "I drink a glass, and usually don't dare to drink too much."

"That's it," Mr. Jiang patted his arm, "Then you can do whatever you want, don't force yourself to drink."

"You still have to drink your wine." Duan Feifei smiled.

"You are at the same level as Jiang Kuo," Mr. Jiang also said in a low voice, "I don't think those classmates are."

Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows, and he didn't forget to observe after chatting so happily.

"Yes, Boss Jiang is amazing," Duan Feifei nodded, "Actually, I was at the first level with them, but I dropped out of school, so I am at the same level as Jiang Kuo."

"Suspension?" Mr. Jiang asked.

"He, the hero of the nursing school, the freshman representative, suspended school because of an injury, and now he is a campus celebrity who enjoys a private room." Jiang Kuo was caught between the two of them, and he couldn't keep silent. By the way, bragging, to prove that this school is not what Mr. Jiang thought, and the students are also good.

"Oh?" Mr. Jiang looked Duan Feifei up and down, "This is not easy, most people can't do it."

Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo, smiled modestly at Mr. Jiang, and helped him pour the wine: "Actually, it's not that exaggerated, it happened."

When it was almost time to eat, Mr. Jiang called in.

Everyone fell silent immediately, Mr. Jiang raised his chin at them while standing up: "You guys are chatting, don't worry about me."

After he left the box, everyone's voices rose again.

"Jiang Kuo, your father is awesome." Fatty Liu said.

"Is it enjoyable to listen to people bragging?" Jiang Kuo said.

"That's not bragging," Ding Zhe said. "If Lu Haobo said that, it's bragging. Your family has such a large property. Can it be called bragging?"

"You are still naive..." Before Jiang Kuo could finish speaking, Mr. Jiang pushed the door open again and entered.

"I'm sorry everyone," Mr. Jiang said, "I have a very important person to meet...my driver has already arrived."

"Mr. Jiang, you are busy with your work." Several people stood up.

"I'm really sorry, we had a pleasant chat, but we haven't talked enough yet." Mr. Jiang smiled apologetically, "Go ahead! Xiao Ding, do you want to touch the car?"

"Ah!" Ding Zhe responded immediately, "Aren't you in a hurry?"

"How long can we catch up, and the time to rush out in a hurry, wait for a few red lights and it will be useless." Mr. Jiang said.

Ding Zhe was really familiar with everyone, so he followed Mr. Jiang out happily.

Jiang Kuo also followed out of the box, and President Jiang turned sideways: "Stop following, go back and eat."

"Are you really busy?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's nothing important," Mr. Jiang smiled, and said in a low voice, "I'm here, I'm afraid you won't have a good chat, anyway, I'm full, and Uncle Liu has arrived at the parking lot, so I won't let him wait .”

"Don't pay the bill," Jiang Kuo confessed, "Ding Zhe asked for this meal."

"Understood," Mr. Jiang said, "You can return it when you find a chance."

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"Three thousand and five," President Jiang patted him on the shoulder, "You only have three thousand and five a month now, don't forget, son, pay attention to spending when you treat guests, and don't buy them all in one meal."

"...Got it." Jiang Kuo sighed.

When he returned to the box, Dong Kun was watching with a wine bottle. When he saw him coming in, Dong Kun shook the bottle: "Your father is very interesting, my son's classmate, and he still has such a good wine."

"He doesn't have any bad wine." Jiang Kuo sat on the chair, leaned back, tilted his head, stretched his legs and let out a sigh of relief.

"Your father is very nice, he doesn't put on airs at all," Sun Ji said, "Why do you feel like you don't talk to him much?"

"Before I came to school, I had a fight with him for more than a month. He locked the car and cut off all entertainment. Anyway, I don't want me to come to this school." Jiang Kuo sighed, "My mother still helped him , I managed to find a chance to escape."

"Damn it, why don't you have any luggage?" Fatty Liu was stunned. "Your father looks very gentle, can you do such a tough thing?"

"He said it kindly when he said he broke my leg," Jiang Kuo said, "and he was smiling."

"Then... Ding Zhe won't be in danger, right?" Dong Kun said.

"It's nothing to be able to touch the car and have a leg broken with a smile." Sun Ji said.

A group of people suddenly laughed wildly.

"This time your father is here," Duan Feifei approached and asked in a low voice, "Is it for making peace?"

"It doesn't count," Jiang Kuo said, "It's just that I don't give in, so he just changed direction, old fox."

Duan Feifei laughed: "Really, after all, starting from scratch, the old fox is also normal."

"Believe it all? Self-made." Jiang Kuo said.

"Isn't it?" Duan Feifei looked at him.

"My grandfather is the one who started the family from scratch, but he is not as good as he is now," Jiang Kuo said in a low voice, "he has the capital to start a business."

Duan Feifei was stunned for a while: "Will you make up stories to amuse us?"

"He usually doesn't chat much at the wine table, but today this group of people are really...social masters," Jiang Kuo said, "If you follow up with questions, just make up a story to deceive the children."

"It's so well edited that it looks real," Duan Feifei said, "I really believe it."

"You are not weak." Jiang Kuo said, "I made up that one for me."

"But he was seen through," Duan Feifei laughed a few times, "after all, he is your real father, and he knows you too well."

"Are you okay?" Jiang Kuo glanced at his glass, "Don't fall asleep again after arriving at the dormitory."

"No," Duan Feifei said, "Anyway, they'll go to 107 for a while... Are you coming?"

"Playing cards?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"I'm afraid you are not enough to lose." Jiang Kuo said, "I can pack your month's Mala Tang in one night."

"Did you hear that!" Duan Feifei slapped the table, "Jiang Kuo is going to win a month's worth of Malatang from us tonight."

"Hey!" Dong Kun rubbed his hands and rolled up his sleeves, "You're not in a bad tone?"

Jiang Kuo took a sip of tea with a smile.

"I still have a lot of living expenses left this month, so I won't sleep tonight!" Sun Ji said, "Anyway, tomorrow is a holiday."

When it comes to living expenses, Jiang Kuo's depression wells up in his heart.

"I want to ask a question," he raised his hand, "how much are your living expenses?"

"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned to look at him, "Why, is this going to win based on the total number?"

"No," Jiang Kuo drank the remaining sip of wine in the glass, "I'm just asking."

"Do you want to feel the hardships of ordinary male college students?" Dong Kun laughed, "We are all okay, all of us are two thousand."

"How much?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.

"Two thousand." Fatty Liu held up two fingers, "Two thousand is enough to eat a meal."

"Enough?" Jiang Kuo quickly calculated, and the average was less than 70 yuan per day.

"Our consumption level is right here. It's enough. There are still some people who don't have this amount," Sun Ji said.

"... part-time job? What kind of job?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You are much more capable," Dong Kun said, "Your freshmen, many of you will inquire about part-time jobs as soon as you arrive at school."

"Ah." Jiang Kuo looked at them.

"Your dad didn't come to talk to you about living expenses, did he?" Duan Feifei looked at him, "How much is your living expenses?"

"Before? I don't know," Jiang Kuo said, "Just swipe the card."

"Fuck!" A group of people shouted at the same time.

"But now it's..." Jiang Kuo was a little hesitant. Everyone had [-], and he didn't seem to deserve any comfort when he said [-]. .

"How much?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Three thousand and five." Jiang Kuo said.

"Fuck." Duan Feifei sighed sincerely.

"Do you think we can't finish the flower and want us to give you an idea?" Fatty Liu asked.

Jiang Kuo opened his mouth and said nothing, but finally waved his hand.

Everyone immediately started discussing how much money should be saved and spent in a month of [-] yuan, and what are the specific expenses.

"Did your card be confiscated?" Duan Feifei asked.

"That's not true, but Boss Jiang made a bet with his wife on whether I would use the money in the card," Jiang Kuo said, "Now I feel that the two of them partnered to set me up, but..."

"But you actually want to try." Duan Feifei said.

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "What if it works?"

"...What in case?" Duan Feifei was a little helpless, "Do you need to consider what to do? It's all right, the only event is where you spend [-] on a reclining chair."

"Is the [-]-seat reclining chair my problem?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"It's my problem." Duan Feifei said sincerely, "The lounge chairs will be open to you for free in the future."

"You will be on par with us in the future," Dong Kun said. "Basic food, housing and transportation, according to our standards, you can even save a sum of money to buy a gift for Mr. Jiang and his wife at the end of the year."

Thinking about what Sanqianwu could do, Jiang Kuo finished the meal, and when he walked out of the box, he felt faintly excited, as if he was about to undertake some great survival challenge.

Ding Zhe had already paid the bill, and was waiting for them in the parking lot. After touching Boss Jiang's Brabus, he went next door to buy a bagful of food and drink for playing cards at night.

"I just went out from the back door of the supermarket, and I want to see if the previous shortcut has been repaired," Ding Zhe pointed to the back of a row of small restaurants, "Guess who I saw?"

"My dad?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"...How much did you drink?" Ding Zhe asked.

"Who?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Ma Xiao in your dormitory." Ding Zhe said, "Clean up the garbage behind the duck foot pot for hygiene."

"See," Dong Kun said, "What kind of work are you talking about? This is a kind of part-time job."

"Jiang Kuo wants to work?" Ding Zhe was shocked.

"Let's go," Duan Feifei waved his hand, "I'll talk to you when I get back."

"Let's take a small road. I'll see if I can walk." Ding Zhe said.

Behind this row of shops is a small road that cannot be crossed, leading directly to the small street next to the school gate.

At a glance, there is not even a street light on the small road. If these people hadn't said they could pass, Jiang Kuo wouldn't have seen the road at all.

When they reached the intersection of the small road, there was a man's scolding voice behind him.

Then there was the sound of a trash can being overturned.

Jiang Kuo turned his head and saw several people standing at the back door of a restaurant, one of them was waving his arms and shouting angrily: "Don't throw it away after saying this! Are you fucking brainless or earless!"

"That's the shop." Ding Zhe said.

"Is that Ma Xiao?" Jiang Kuo narrowed his eyes, trying to see the figure standing outside the light.

"It should be, probably because of a mistake in work." Dong Kun said.

It was Ma Xiao, and Jiang Kuo could recognize the unthreaded blue T-shirt he was wearing. He gave Ma Xiao his T-shirt only after seeing this dress, but Ma Xiao didn't know whether it was embarrassment or Sorry, never wore it.

"Let's go." Duan Feifei said.

When everyone was about to turn around and leave, the man cursed and pushed Ma Xiao. Ma Xiao couldn't stand still, so he sat on the ground and yelled.

I couldn't hear what he was yelling, but it was obvious that he angered the man and kicked the trash can that had been dumped next to him.

"Damn!" Jiang Kuo turned his head to that side.

"Never mind." Duan Feifei grabbed his arm.

"Never mind?" Jiang Kuo turned his head to look at Duan Feifan in shock.

Such a large group of people, seeing their classmates being bullied, actually said to leave it alone?

Duan Feifei didn't speak, and didn't let go of his arm.

"Then don't worry about it." Jiang Kuo raised his arm abruptly, shaking off Duan Feifan's hand.