The love apartment begins with entering the police station

Chapter 642 Eighty!

The next afternoon, on the top floor.

Zhang Wei looked at the time. Although it was still a while before the agreed time, the troublesome old man from Guangdong would be here soon! So he was a little anxious: "Why hasn't the wall knocker introduced by Lao Wang come yet?"

"How about you go downstairs first and I'll talk to them?"

"also."

Zhang Wei nodded and reminded: "Remember to buy two bottles of water for them when the time comes."

Xiang Yu said speechlessly: "I'm not you, I won't be so stingy."

"That's good."

Just as Zhang Wei was about to leave, there was a knock on the door.
"I guess those two have already gone upstairs!"

Zhang Wei opened the door and led the man in: "You are the wall knocking masters that Lao Wang introduced, right? Come with me, I will tell you where to knock."

Zhang Wei brought them inside, and Xiang Yu saw two workers who looked very much like the Mario brothers.

He asked with some confusion: "What are your names?"

The two nodded, and then said nothing.

Zhang Wei at the side hesitated for a moment and asked, "What's your name?"

The two of them still nodded and said nothing.

Zhang Wei was speechless and asked, "Would you please leave your name?"

Xiang Yu whispered to Zhang Wei, "Old Wang said their Mandarin is not good, so you should stop being so pretentious."

"What's your name?"

“I can’t even speak Mandarin, let alone English.”

"That makes sense, my friend. What are your names?"

Just when Xiang Yu thought that the two were still silent, the other party suddenly spoke.

The two of them muttered a few words, and took turns to say: "Karaji is fat, Karaji is thin."

Zhang Wei was very helpless. What era is it now? There are still people who can't understand Mandarin?

Zhang Wei sighed and said, "I'll tell you where to knock on the wall. Remember it and don't knock in the wrong place."

The two nodded.

"Look, this is my office. I'm going to knock this whole place down and replace it with floor-to-ceiling windows to let in some sunlight. Got it?"

Zhang Wei made gestures as he spoke, trying to make his words clearer.

"Zhang Wei, don't make it so complicated. People won't understand you!"

Sure enough, the two of them looked confused and didn't understand what Zhang Wei said.

Zhang Wei was a little dissatisfied: "Then come on!"

"I come."

Xiang Yu took out a pencil from his pocket, drew a rectangular grid on the wall, then took out a red paint pen, drew a circle on it, and wrote the word "拆" (demolition) in it.

"See? Just smash it within this range."

Zhang Wei's eyes widened as he looked at Xiang Yu: "Why didn't I think of this? This is a good idea."

"!@#￥%……&*"

The two spoke a bird language that no one could understand.

"See? They understand."

Xiang Yu said happily: "I didn't expect it to be so easy to handle."

"that is it."

Zhang Wei nodded: "After they finish smashing it, you can take them somewhere else."

"Row."

Xiang Yu made an OK gesture and said, "Go deal with that old man from Guangdong..."

After sending Zhang Wei away,
Xiang Yu then said, "Then you guys get to work! I'll go get a bottle of water. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

After saying that, Xiang Yu walked out and prepared to go to the storage room downstairs to get a box of water up.

When Xiang Yu went downstairs, he saw Zi Qiao, who looked constipated, holding onto the wall and supported by Curry Sauce, walking in with difficulty. "Ouch, ouch~"

Xiang Yu asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Zi Qiao, you are not going to be a food broadcaster again, are you?"

Ziqiao replied weakly, "Now I am either squatting or on my way to the toilet, how can I have the energy to think about live streaming?"

Ziqiao really doesn’t have the energy to think now. He has been having diarrhea since yesterday and the toilet is almost blocked.

Xiang Yu curled his lips helplessly and said: "You'd better not cook any dark dishes. I've eaten so many of Yifei's dark dishes and done so many scientific experiments before, and nothing happened. Now you've done a food show and it's like this. This is not an ordinary dark dish~"

Ziqiao used to be short of money, so he was never picky about what he ate. As long as it filled his stomach and tasted good, he would eat it. He might even do scientific experiments and try out some food and drinks if he ran out of money one day.

But now I have diarrhea and it has lasted for two days. The severity of the problem is too great.

When Ziqiao thought of that taste now, his stomach started churning again.

Dali analyzed rationally: "In fact, I think there is no need for Lao Bu to eat like this. The core of eating broadcast is to eat delicious food, not to hype it up. I always feel that Lao Bu is missing the point."

Zi Qiao nodded.

Xiang Yu added: "In fact, there are many things that can attract attention when doing live broadcasts. Even if the game anchors are not good, as long as they can speak, they can be entertainment anchors.

The second is outdoor live broadcast, such as traveling, cycling, or sea fishing, but this kind of live broadcast requires a lot of time and financial investment.

Next is singing and dancing, but there are more girls doing this, and it is related to appearance, so don’t even think about it. Even if you are good-looking, I guess no one will watch it even if you do it, so it’s just a waste of time.

Secondly, it is your so-called eating show, and few people overeat, most of them just eat all kinds of delicious food. "

Ziqiao had a complicated expression on his face. He didn't want to continue broadcasting his food anymore, but he couldn't bear to leave his previous fans.

Curry thought for a moment and reminded him, “I think it’s better for you to do outdoor live broadcasts. Some outdoor live broadcasts require capital investment, but some don’t, such as running, which doesn’t require any cost.”

Xiang Yu shook his head and asked, "Did the live broadcast produce any results?"

Ziqiao said with a bitter face: "There was a person who placed a wrong order and wanted to return the goods. I refused him! It should be considered as selling one box."

Curry Sauce consoled him: "From zero boxes to one box, it's definitely a qualitative change! Keep it up!"

Ziqiao looked into the distance with empty, melancholy eyes.

"Yoho~!"

Mika came over happily skipping.

"Everyone, come and have a look at the new packaging I designed for the cupcakes!"

As she spoke, Meijia showed off an iPhone case!
Xiang Yu took the phone box, opened it, looked at the small cake inside, and couldn't help but complain: "Packaging small cakes in a phone box?"

Meijia spread her hands and said, "Wouldn't this look very high-end?"

Zhao Haitang sneered, "Tsk, who would buy something just because the packaging looks good?"

All the girls present raised their hands.

Zhao Haitang: “.”

Xiang Yu smiled and said, "Don't you know that women are all animals for appearance?"

Zhao Haitang opened his mouth and closed it again.

I didn't know it before, but now I know it.
Xiang Yu sighed: "Meijia, you should come up with a packaging yourself~ This way, no matter how high-end it is, it has nothing to do with the cake."

Mika nodded, it seemed that she had to change the packaging again.

Xiang Yu went upstairs and checked, and found that the two masters were smashing things with hammers.

Sledgehammer~eighty!

eighty!

eighty!

Seeing that they had started to work within the scope of his drawing, Xiang Yu was very satisfied and put the water aside.

The two masters saw him and greeted him.

Although he didn't understand, Xiang Yu pointed at the water and told them to do whatever they wanted. Then he pointed to the corridor next to him and said, "I'm in the corridor. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

I don’t know if they understood what I said, but I saw them nodding.

Xiang Yu felt that nothing would happen.

The sound of the two people smashing the wall was indeed a bit louder. Xiang Yu took out his headphones, put them on his ears, and turned up the volume of the music, which covered up the sound of them knocking on the wall.

(End of this chapter)