San Fu

Demolition is like throwing one shoe in the middle of the night and waiting for the other to hit the ground. Now that both shoes hit the ground, it's a deal.

Regardless of whether the demolition documents can be read or not, the impact will not be great. It is nothing more than the transition period, the location, the new market... All these things will come to you one by one before July, and you don't need to understand.

"How is uncle feeling?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's okay," Duan Feifei said, "This didn't happen suddenly, and I'm already mentally prepared."

"It's March now, and it will be three or four months until July," Jiang Kuo said. "You can officially start making some preparations after your birthday is over."

"Still thinking about my birthday?" Duan Feifei smiled and turned to look at him.

"That's for sure," Jiang Kuo said, "I even set a reminder on my phone, what do you want to do?"

"It's the same as celebrating your birthday back then, just invite a group of people to eat, drink and have fun." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, recalling the process of celebrating his birthday last time.

Duan Feifei glanced at him, and added: "If you want to live alone with us..."

"No," Jiang Kuo said quickly, "I didn't mean that."

Duan Feifei said that when the two lived alone, he suddenly wanted to agree.

But Duan Feifei is not him, Duan Feifei has a bunch of friends, among other things, just a few of the role model group, it can't be justified to get rid of them on birthdays.

"I was thinking about where to eat and drink." Jiang Kuo said.

"Listen to you." Duan Feifei said.

"Let me think about it." Jiang Kuo tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, "Who are we going to call?"

"Classmates and friends, old uncle and others." Duan Feifei said.

"Do you have time, uncle and aunt?" Jiang Kuo was a little surprised. After all, he never had holidays or weekends, and he only had a few days off during the Chinese New Year.

"On my and Duan Ling's birthdays, they will ask someone to look after the store and go out to eat with us," Duan Feifei said, "They think birthdays are very important days for children."

"Well, then old uncles, aunts, classmates... and friends, how many are there?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"A dozen or twenty," Duan Feifei smiled, "I'll come, you just wait to eat and drink."

"Then am I not the same as others?" Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

"Let's go together." Duan Feifei said.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Are you... not used to it?" Duan Feifei asked.

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "What are you not used to?"

"Well, at least half of the people are people you don't know or know," Duan Feifei said, "It's noisy."

"I'm definitely not used to it," Jiang Kuo said, "But it's the same when I go to parties before. I don't know more than half of the people, and I can't name the ones I've met."

Duan Feifei laughed.

"Every time I sit and play with my phone," Jiang Kuo said, "I play when I have something to play, and sit there when I don't play."

"Understood." Duan Feifei stretched out his hand and scratched his face lightly.

The sweet wine workshop at the entrance of Nandahu Hutong is still there, and it hasn't closed down for so many years, and it hasn't even changed its location.

However, the storefront has become much more advanced. Duan Feifei has no impression of this small workshop, but he has a unified impression of the storefronts in this area. They are all very old small shops integrating commercial and residential use.

Now the sweet hotel has been renovated. It is a clean and tidy small shop. It looks like a milk tea shop. It not only sells sweet wine, but also sells desserts. The business is not bad.

Duan Feifei and Jiang Kuo ordered two small glutinous rice balls and sat in the shop to eat, waiting for the boss to pack rum for them.

Five catties of liqueur is bottled in five frosted bottles with wooden corks and delicate store logos on the bottles.

"It's so formal." Duan Feifei looked at the bottle while eating glutinous rice balls.

"Very beautiful." Jiang Kuo said.

"We want to be a business for young people," Duan Feifei said, "I didn't pay so much attention before, just put it in a plastic bottle, but now it looks like a drink."

"Packaging is still very important," Jiang Kuo said in a low voice, "but I think his home is a bit wrong. It looks good, but it's not appetizing enough. It's too alcoholic. It's sweet wine, it's glutinous rice balls and egg flowers Tian Jiuniang is very market-style."

"Well, there is no outstanding feature," Duan Feifei looked at him, "It should be more... nostalgic."

"Yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "but I don't know how to make it more nostalgic."

Duan Feifei laughed: "You are the one who gives direction."

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't understand these things, just like Niu Sandao, I don't really know what direction it should be, so I always want to go."

"Go," Duan Feifan said, "The third floor of Niusandao is yours."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

After buying the sweet wine and going back to the market, as soon as the car drove into the gate, I saw the relocation notice posted on the notice board by the door.

After parking the car, the two of them went over to take a look again. It was probably in May that they would start moving to the temporary transition point. The current landlords and merchants can register and apply for booths first. The relocation work will be completed before July, and the demolition of the market will begin.

The notice document in the uncle's hand was written in more detail, and the phone number was also brought.

"It's too far away," the old aunt sighed. "There are no residents at Sanxin Bridge. With such a big market, who can sell things to?"

"The land is quite large, and it's all shacks!" The old uncle was a little angry, "The temporary transition can't be made so temporary, the sixth one went to see it, and said it was just a shelf."

"It hasn't been built yet, but it should be finished when we move in." Duan Feifei frowned, "What do you mean by building shelf? Will all the shops be moved into the building?"

"There is a big building," said the old aunt, "and part of it looks like what we have now."

"I'm going to find Brother Wen." Duan Feifei took the coat and walked out while putting it on.

Jiang Kuo quickly took his coat and put it on, and followed behind him.

"It's not time to sign up yet," said the old man, "what are you looking for now?"

"Ask him if he knows the floor arrangement of the booth, and let him try to reserve the booth on the first and second floors or outside," Duan Feifan said, "Aren't the booths upstairs waiting to die, who will go up."

The old aunt sighed.

"Isn't the stall upstairs hard to sell?" Jiang Kuo followed Duan Feifei at a fast pace.

"Well," Duan Feifei said, "especially in markets where there are not enough people. Not to mention the third and fourth floors, even the second floor may not be willing to go up. In many markets with more remote locations, stalls on the second floor cannot be rented out."

"Can I stay?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"If you want, you have to try it," Duan Feifan said, "Brother Wen is not bad, I know him quite well, it will be easy to register and choose a seat normally, but I am afraid that there will be a lottery when there are too many people robbing."

"What if you can't get a good position?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Then we have to find a shop elsewhere." Duan Feifei said.

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

Duan Feifei didn't stop when he passed the market management office, and continued walking.

"Isn't it here?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Brother Wen is a veteran in this market, and there must be a lot of people looking for him right now," Duan Feifei said, "He won't be in the office."

"Where can I find him?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"His house." Duan Feifei said.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo was a little surprised, "do you still know where his home is?"

Duan Feifei turned his head and grinned at him: "I grew up here, and I know when the sewer cover was replaced in what year. If you want to know where it goes down, I can tell you."

"...I really don't want to know about this." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei laughed and hugged him on the shoulder: "You will wait for me outside when I get there in a while, there is a cafe there, you can go and sit in it for a while."

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, it's okay to go to the office, but it's really inconvenient for Duan Feifei to take someone with him when he goes to the house, "If you just tell me, I won't come with you."

"I'm afraid of you..." Duan Feifei smiled, "You can accompany me."

The cafe is very small, with only two small tables, and the boss's computer is placed on one of the tables.

Jiang Kuo asked for a cup of hand pouring. The boss is a young man who looks very sporty, and he looks pretty good at hand punching.

"I'll finish the chat soon." Duan Feifei said.

"No hurry," Jiang Kuo said, "you have a good chat."

"En." Duan Feifei patted his head twice, turned around and walked out of the cafe quickly.

Jiang Kuo watched his figure turn a corner through the window and disappeared behind several residential buildings across the road. He lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, which tasted okay.

It can be seen that Duan Feifan, who is usually comfortable in everything, is a little nervous at the moment. He is probably not very sure about finding Brother Wen, and Brother Wen should not be able to decide.

Jiang Kuo held his chin and sighed softly.

This kind of worry and anxiety, as well as uneasiness, is something that Jiang Kuo can't understand. He has never experienced such an experience. It is similar to the mother's cafe, opening a shop, doing business, especially a business like Niusandao. It has always been far away from him.

"Is the taste okay?" The boss sat at the small table opposite and turned on the computer.

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

The boss looked up at him: "If you have any comments or suggestions, you can put them up, and we will improve."

Jiang Kuo also glanced at him: "No."

"...OK." The boss said, "Please use it slowly."

Jiang Kuo turned his head and continued to look at the residential building on the opposite street.

I don't know which building Duan Feifei entered, but he should have seen that brother Wen by now.

He couldn't imagine such a scene, he had never begged before, the first time he begged was probably to ask Duan Feifan to let him use the air conditioner in 107.

... Well, it can't be counted as a request.

Otherwise, Duan Feifei would not be able to accept money from him.

Gee.

Half an hour later, before Duan Feifan came out, the role models were already preparing to come to Niu Sandao and started talking in the group.

[Ding Wuwei] I went directly from home ah ah ah ah

【Sun Zhuanghan】We are putting on shoes, Slender insists on shining shoes now

【Dong Xiaosa】I'm bored to death

Duan Feifei didn't reply, probably the chat wasn't over yet.

[Jiang Youqian] I am waiting for handsome, he is chatting with the market manager

[Ding Weiwu] Is it about demolition?Is there any news?

【Jiang Youqian】Yes

[Sun Zhuanghan] We went to prepare first, the meat hasn't been put on a stick yet

【Jiang Youqian】Okay

Looking down at the chat messages on the phone, a cup of coffee was placed in front of him.

Jiang Kuo was stunned for a moment, then looked up and found that the boss was standing beside him.

"This store presents you with a cup of new products," the boss folded his arms, "how about the taste?"

"...Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

"You're welcome," the boss sat back next to the computer, "You can provide any comments and suggestions."

Jiang Kuo sighed.

Anyway, you can't keep silent!

Is there some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder?

He took a sip of the cup of coffee he gave him.

"Does it taste good?" The boss asked immediately.

"The previous cup was more to my taste," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't really like floral and fruity fragrances."

"How did that cup taste?" the boss asked again.

"Is this a new store?" Jiang Kuo couldn't help asking.

"No," said the boss, "the store is not new, I am relatively new, I just took over the store."

"Very good," Jiang Kuo said, "I think it's okay, I have no other suggestions or opinions, and I'm not a professional, so you don't need to pay too much attention to my evaluation."

The boss smiled: "Thank you."

After the models arrived at Niusandao and started preparing the barbecue materials, Jiang Kuo finally saw Duan Feifei appearing across the street.

From such a long distance, he could feel Duan Feifan's exhaustion.

"Please pack a croissant for me and heat it up," Jiang Kuo said.

"Wait a moment." The boss got up and quickly handed him a small cardboard box.

Jiang Kuo went out of the store with a small cardboard box. Duan Feifei regained his composure the moment he saw him, and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Did you see me? I still want to go in and find you."

"I've been watching," Jiang Kuo gave him the paper box, "Do you want to eat?"

"Eat," Duan Feifei opened the box, "I'm really hungry, I was going to roast two skewers of meat pads first."

"How was the chat?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's okay, but there are really a lot of people looking for connections," Duan Feifei said, "He doesn't have much power, and there is a new team over there, so he may not be able to follow him, so he still has to be prepared."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Duan Feifei said it very simply, but he could already hear that he was not too sure about this matter.

"If we can find a new store location, it will actually be better than the remote location in the past." Jiang Kuo said.

"Yes." Duan Feifei said while eating, "But...if you want to open a new store, the online store..."

"Is there not enough money?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's not enough," Duan Feifan said, "Originally, the old man wanted to give me some money to build an online store, but now if I want to build a new store, I think it's better not to take money from him."

"I have." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei glanced at him and smiled: "I have it too."

After Jiang Kuo finished speaking, he felt a little regretful, remembering that Da Pao had reminded him before, don’t just withdraw the money when you go up, don’t just wave your hand and I’ll give you the money...

"Then you can calculate it when the time comes," he said, "see if it is enough, and how much is the difference. I can...invest."

"Well," Duan Feifei put his arms around his shoulders, "it should be about the same, if not enough, you can vote for me."

Although it was not so smooth to find Brother Wen, but when they returned to Niu Sandao, there was still laughter.

The old uncle cuts the meat for people in front, and the old aunt helps them with the sauce in the back kitchen.

Several people were crowded in the store. Once Duan Feifan and Jiang Kuo came back, the space was not considered big, and there were people everywhere at a glance.

"I don't know if there is enough space for all these people after the relocation," the old man said with a smile, "There is no place to sit here."

"There are big ones over there, but...everyone wants them." Duan Feifei said.

"What did Xiaowen say?" the old man asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure. He's not familiar with that side. He'll be in charge of registration here. It's uncertain whether he can arrange a suitable one there. The specific application has not yet been determined." Duan Feifei said.

The old uncle sighed, helped others pack the meat and looked at the table in a daze.

After a while, he said again: "Did you mention opening a branch before?"

"Well," Duan Feifei looked at the old uncle and understood what he meant, "I can go for a run."

"Don't worry about it, you go to your class," said the old man, "I'll ask Duan Ling to find out first, don't you still want to set up an online store?"

"The online store doesn't need to run, and there is no rush." ​​Duan Feifei said.

"Let Duan Ling inquire first." The old uncle patted him.

"That..." Duan Feifei said in a low voice, "I don't need the money from the online shop right now..."

The old uncle was taken aback for a moment, and then roared: "These are two different things!"

Duan Feifei was startled, and several people in the room turned their heads to look over in fright.

"What's wrong?" Ding Zhe asked, "Uncle! I'll beat him up for you!"

"Poke your flesh." The old man said.

"Okay!" Ding Zhe shouted.

"Two things!" The old uncle looked at Duan Feifan, "Two things! If you agree to do it, you can't be short of it, understand! It's not that bad! Is your uncle like that! For so many years, I don't know me at all..."

"Got it, got it," Duan Feifei patted the old uncle's back, "I was wrong."

"Help me later!" The old uncle tilted his head.

A group of people obviously only got together for a few days before the Chinese New Year to eat, drink and have fun, but today it seemed like they hadn't been together in 100 years, and they kept arguing in the store until night.

When returning to the dormitory, the old aunt looked disgusted and almost pushed them out the door.

The model group had to go back to the dormitory to play, Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifan didn't have the nerve to say they wanted to go alone, so they had to go back to the dormitory together.

It happens that the homework is not finished, so let's finish the homework first.

Jiang Kuo felt that he was really a good student.

Although Tang Li, the best student in their dormitory, had already finished his homework, he was lying on the table and studying botany seriously.

He packed up his things and went to 107.

Duan Feifei leaned on the bed and played games with the model group. When he saw Jiang Kuo coming in, he patted the bed: "Here."

Jiang Kuo was shocked by his bold and shameless proposal, but after looking around, there was no room for people in the room. The chairs and recliners, including another empty bed, were already occupied, and several people There seemed to be no reaction to Duan Feifan's words, and they all lowered their heads and poked their phones.

He took his homework, climbed onto Duan Feifan's bed, and said in a low voice, "You fucking scared me by saying that."

"It's okay, they can't tell," Duan Feifei smiled, bent one leg and leaned against the wall, "Leave here."

Jiang Kuo sat on the bed, leaned back on his lap, set up the small table next to him, and was ready to start studying hard in an environment where everyone played games and I loved studying.

"Are you ready?" Ding Zhe asked on the recliner.

"Okay!" Several people replied.

Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifei. Duan Feifan leaning against the head of the bed looked a little lazy, which reminded him of the scene when he saw Duan Feifei leaning on the recliner when he passed 107 for the first time.

Charming.

Jiang Kuo quickly reached out and touched Duan Feifan's thigh.

Duan Feifei raised his head and glanced at him, warning him with his mouth: Don't touch blindly.

Jiang Kuo smiled, looked at the people below with their eyes glued to their phones, and ran his hands up Duan Feifan's legs.

Duan Feifei sat up suddenly, grabbed his hand, and turned his face in front of his eyes, his eyes were rounded, and he asked in a shocked voice, "What?"

Jiang Kuo propped himself up on the small table and couldn't help laughing.

Duan Feifei squeezed his hand, stretched out his hand to pinch his waist, warned him again with his eyes, and then let go of his hand.

"Be honest." Duan Feifei slowly leaned back on the head of the bed.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded with a smile.

Duan Feifan's gaze returned to the phone.

The new phone is still very cool, and I feel that the picture is much clearer.

However, within 2 minutes of playing, a message notification popped up on the top of his game interface.

In order not to miss the customer information of the beef sauce, he did not turn on Do Not Disturb. He thought it was too late and there would be no more news, but he did not expect news to come in at this time.

He scratched a little annoyed.

The moment the message pop-up window disappeared, he saw clearly that it was not a chat message, but a bank transfer notification.

-Your bank card ending in XXX deposits RMB 4...

He was stunned, four yuan?Four hundred?four thousand?

The point is that no customer asked for a bank transfer today, so he cut out the game interface and clicked into the text message.

After seeing the transfer information, the transaction party: Duan Xiaohao.

The old uncle transferred 4 yuan to his card.

Duan Feifei tilted his head back, leaned against the wall and sighed.

"Duan Feifei, what the hell are you doing!" Dong Kun shouted from below.