Counterattack by cannon fodder who reads minds! Eighty-year-old eat melon and become a group favorit

"Yeah, last time I went to the recording studio to see him, he lent me money to buy a braised dish for nine yuan."

Jiang Tianfan clicked his tongue and mocked Jiang Tianyi unceremoniously, "Hey, big singer, you still owe us Chacha nine yuan. Pay it back quickly! Big singers don't have any money yet. As expected, doing art these days is a dead end."

"Jiang Tianfan." Jiang Tianyi's expression was still gentle, even smiling, and his eyes fell on Jiang Tianfan, "Do you have any objections to me?"

Jiang Tianfan felt a chill on his back, thinking of diverting trouble to the east, he stretched out his arms, put his arms around Jiang Yicha, brought him to his side, and said arrogantly, "What do you mean I have a problem with you? We, Chacha, have a problem with you!"

Jiang Yicha blinked at Jiang Tianyi, "I didn't. However, second brother, I have something to ask you for help."

Jiang Yicha pulled Jiang Tianyi and ran out of the door.

Jiang Tianchi and Jiang Tianfan looked at each other and followed.

On the small road at the entrance of the village, Jiang Yicha stuffed Jiang Tianyi into the driver's seat and urged him to drive.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Tianyi has the most free and easy temperament. Under his reserved appearance, he is the most outgoing person.

Before I could ask clearly, the car had already started and drove out of the village.

"Go to the hairdresser on the edge of the city. I want to dye my hair!"

Jiang Tianyi curled his lips, "What color should you dye it? You have fair skin and can handle any color, but I suggest you choose a bright color, preferably softer and more beautiful."

Jiang Tianyi has his own pursuit of beauty, especially during these years of studying music, he has also traveled abroad several times to have a more open view of beauty.

"Pink and purple, so beautiful!"

"How about I mix the colors for you?"

"It's so great! I don't want to pay for the braised food last time."

"Then thank you, Chacha, for being so generous!"

The two of them said nothing to each other, drove the car, and disappeared at the end of the village.

Jiang Tianchi and Jiang Tianfan, who had chased to the entrance of the village, stopped.

"Brother, I have a bad feeling. That kid Jiang Tianyi has never done any good things! He's so bad!" Jiang Tianfan said.

Jiang Tianchi was thinking, "Go to your uncle first, I don't know what to do. What Chacha did... is really unreliable!"

Jiang Tianfan defended, "It's not bad..."

"What a shit! You two went to fry cow dung together and came home covered in shit. You two are so good at it!"

Jiang Tianfan blushed: "Brother! Don't bring up old things again! That was because you were ignorant back then!"

When the two brothers found Jiang He in the Ji family, he was fighting with Ji Shifeng, who had just returned from the Ji family. The two were talking with swords and swords.

Ji Jiajia stood beside Ji Shifeng.

At the age of fifteen, he is dressed in designer clothes, elegant and refined, his hair is carefully styled, and he wears expensive clips.

Ji Jiajia clenched her fists and stared at the Jiang family who had nothing to do with her previous life. She thought of the absurdity of Ming County becoming Ming City, and her mind was filled with dissatisfaction and complaints about the injustice of God.

"Mr. Ji, your love is so beautiful at such a young age. You are so lucky!"

At the table, a boss with a belly as big as a pregnant woman smiled and complimented her.

"You're welcome." Ji Shifeng completely broke away from the gambler and gangster he once was, and walked towards the path that Ji Jiajia had preset for him.

"Mr. Jiang, why haven't you seen your daughter? Haven't you come back?"

Jiang Hezhi casually played a card and said perfunctorily, "Let's play with her brothers."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two brothers Jiang Tianchi came over.

"Uncle, Chacha took Tianyi and drove out of the village." Jiang Tianchi bent down and whispered in Jiang Hezhi's ear.

Jiang Hezhi's eyes narrowed slightly, overflowing with dangerous light, "I understand."

"Uncle, will something happen to them?"

Jiang Hezhi casually dealt a card, "Nothing will happen."

At the card table, Ji Shifeng and Jiang Hezhi were two giants who could not be surpassed. The bosses concentrated their firepower and threw sweet words at the two.

Ji Jiajia didn't know what she was thinking of. She suppressed the gloating in her eyes and walked out of the hospital.

It was getting dark. After the villagers finished their meal, those with whom they were not close went back home, while those with whom they were more close stayed at Ji's house, playing cards and chatting. "Mr. Ji, the Xinghai Building in the city center is attracting investment recently. What do you think?" A boss flattered Ji Shifeng and lit a cigarette.

Ji Shifeng dusted off the soot and said, "The capital behind Xinghai Tower is mysterious. From construction to investment promotion, there is no information at all. It should not be underestimated. It is most likely to have a foreign investment background."

"As for attracting investment, we are fighting not only for financial resources, but also for the future development of the product. However, as long as the product is packaged beautifully and has some emotional stories, it will not only make foreign investors bow their heads, but also make consumers pay for it."

"Goodbye, Mr. Ji!"

Ji Shifeng glanced at Jiang Hezhi, "Is Mr. Jiang sure about this investment? I heard that Jiang Corporation is going to explore new fields recently. Is it such a big step?"

Jiang Hezhi tapped his wine glass with his finger, not wanting to fight with Ji Shifeng's swords and swords, "It's okay, the worst result is bankruptcy."

Everyone: "..."

Is Mr. Jiang going bankrupt?
"It seems that Mr. Jiang has no confidence in building investment." A boss took advantage of every opportunity and said something.

Ji Shifeng glanced at the boss and couldn't help but admire him. He was so lucky to be the boss with his IQ.

"It's not bad." Jiang Hezhi looked out at the increasingly dark courtyard, "Whether we can succeed in attracting investment depends on luck."

He stared outside the courtyard and suddenly saw three bright heads.

Three? !
Jiang Hezhi pinched his fist.

"What is Mr. Jiang looking at...Wocao? Why are there three heads glowing?!"

"hiss--"

Everyone at the card table took a breath.

When the three heads approached, everyone's eyes were completely different.

Whose baby is that?

Dye your hair to make it shine!
"Dad, does it look good?"

The light pink color is shining, twinkling.

The pretty girl is soft and sweet, showing off towards the card table.

Boss at the table, you look at me and I look at you.

A look of embarrassment: Whose daughter is this?
The pretty girl ran over, hugged Jiang Hezhi's arm under the expectation of everyone, and acted coquettishly again, "Daddy~ Doesn't it look good~"

"Jiang, one, tea!"

Jiang Yicha immediately let go of his hand, took ten small steps back, and blocked Jiang Tianyi, who had short light blue fluorescent hair, in front of him, and blinked pitifully at Jiang Hezhi, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Hezhi's eyes fell on Jiang Tianyi's heads again, one with two heads and a green-haired Wang Muching next to him.

"You three!" Jiang Hezhi clenched his fists, "Very good!"

Jiang Yicha's eyes widened, "Daddy, do you want to dye it too? How about brown?"

Jiang Hezhi smiled.

Jiang Yicha poked Jiang Tianyi in the back, "Second brother, my father won't hit me, right?"

"Don't worry, he has never hit you since you have grown up." Jiang Tianyi said calmly.

Jiang Yicha thought that that was indeed the case, so she walked out boldly and hugged Jiang Hezhi's arm again, "Dad, don't you think I am ten years younger?"

"...I think your brain is ten years younger!" Jiang Hezhi squeezed out these words through his teeth.

Jiang Yicha glared at him, "Sure enough, what kind of aesthetics can a man have! I'll go find my mother! She will definitely praise me!"

"Ah!"

Jiang Yicha left Jiang Hezhi and looked around for Su Qingyue. Sure enough, amidst Su Qingyue's screams, her hair was ragged many times.

"How come our Chacha is so beautiful! She is just like Princess Barbie! So exquisite! Glowing pink hair! Mommy wants to buy you the most beautiful crown!"

The aunt sitting next to me exclaimed, "It's true! It's like a little princess descending to earth! So beautiful!"

A table of bosses who felt unsightly doubted themselves. How could that shiny pink hair look like a mop?