godfather of business warfare

Chapter 270 Seven: Chaos (7)

Yan Caiwu and Lao Bu Along indeed belonged to the same category of people. They both came from poor backgrounds, so they knew how hard to get money. They were not keen on some things that many young people are chasing after.

Just like the iPhone 5s, which is very popular right now, the consensus between Yan Caiwu and Lao Bu Along is that it is not as fun to use as an Android phone. First of all, an Android phone can be used as a USB flash drive when it is plugged into a computer, while an Apple phone is troublesome. up.

Mr. Chen can be regarded as half a foot into their ranks. Although the family is rich and successful, Mr. Chen, who was raised by Chen Changsheng in poverty since he was a child, really knows how to work hard, even if any card in his hand is worth thousands of dollars. [-] stored value, but Mr. Chen still smokes cheap little pandas, and wears clothes, pants, and shoes that cost more than [-] yuan.

This is actually better than a lot of rich men who only know how to drive luxury cars and play with beautiful girls.

Taking the computer as an example, Mr. Chen’s only laptop now belongs to ASUS, because this machine does have a "rock-solid" taste. He fell off the bed several times, but it was still safe and sound. Adhering to Mr. Chen’s very I admire Xiaoqiang's style, including his mobile phone Ritu, which is also a brand owned by Nokia, and it is still very small and strong.

Now the boys and girls in Chen Ming’s college media, those with a little financial strength in their families, are all providing them with Apple notebooks and mobile phones, especially the group of girls in Mr. Chen’s class. Comparisons have become commonplace. I want to buy Apple mobile phones at home. At the last class reunion, a group of girls found out that their mobile phones were all Apples.

At the last class reunion, Mr. Chen still remembered his old Ritual, and when he took it out, someone laughed at him as a phone bill.It made him a little embarrassed.

So the three of them had more and more topics in common, and they could talk more and more. They felt like seeing each other late, and they just left the slightly sad Xianling aside, and the three of them began to drink again. While chatting, there were some sporadic appetizers on Table Mountain. They were all dried beef that could be bought in the supermarket. Although it was simple and cheap, Mr. Chen still ate very happily.

At this time, Old Bu Along also began to talk about his vicissitudes of the past, sad but not hurt, impassioned, with a lot of pride in "the past is nothing but the present", which made Chen Ming and Yan Caiwu Thumbs up, tsk tsk praise.

"...And where did we talk about it?" After the three of them had another round of bragging, Old Bu Aaron was obviously disconnected, and he just forgot what he was talking about just now.

"...You said the emerald flowers in your village." Chen Ming was chewing peanuts, the kind of alcoholic peanuts that had been peeled off, roasted seeds and nuts, and they were very dry in his mouth. A large piece of peanut film stuck to his lips, it looked extremely funny, but he still chewed, gulped down his drink, and gestured to old Bu Aaron.

"Ouch! Yes! Cuihua! Ge Laozi's..." At this point, Old Bu Along actually said Trump, and said eloquently: "I saw it when I went back to the village last year, hey, it's amazing. Cuihua married well, no Presumptuously, I have been secretly in love with her for so many years, married well, a rich second generation in the city, in fact, Mahler Gobi is a male nurse, but the mother has money in his family! Last year, I drove a car that I can’t name. The car went back to the village, and everyone in the village knew that Cuihua married a rich man. You didn’t know that at the time, Cuihua’s eyes seemed to be showing off to me, ‘How is it? It’s wise for my mother not to choose you right?', the next day I was so angry that I packed my luggage and went out to work by train. Originally, I wanted to go to Beijing, but I didn’t have enough money. My mother sold a lot of chickens to make enough money. I think I looked at the train fare at the train station, and it seemed cheaper to go to Luzhou, Anhui, so I bought a ticket, and I came here. I have been working for two years, and I am still a small worker in a barbecue shop. , and dare not go home, for fear of embarrassing my mother and making the villagers laugh at me. Although I like this job very much and regard the barbecue shop as my home, I haven’t made much money after all..."

After finishing speaking, Old Bu Along took another big gulp, then wiped his mouth, heartily.

Chen Ming stretched out his hand, patted Old Bu Along's shoulder meaningfully, and said, "Brother, I promise you, when you go home this year, you will regret the Cuihua in your village to death! Everyone in the village regards you as a hero. Do you believe it or not?"

"Trust! Old Bu Along let out a loud roar, his eyes became moist immediately, he nodded, holding back his crying, and said: "Boss Huang, what will happen to you in the future? In a word, as long as I, Old Bu Along, can go Move, and the bullet will be blocked for you!Being a bodyguard by Boss Huang's side, even if I go back to the village, it's enough to show off! "

"Boss Huang!? Calling Big Brother! Or Brother is fine too!" Yan Caiwu looked drunk and bleary-eyed, holding a beer and poking Old Bu Aaron with his elbow.

"Well! Brother!" Old Bu Aaron said generously.

"Don't say anything! This year's Chinese New Year, Lao Tzu, and you Yancai five brothers, go back to your village with Brother Bu Along! Let our mother, let everyone in our village know that Old Bu Along is outside Promising! Let that doggy Cuihua regret it, damn it, what does it mean to marry a rich man to be promising? Why are women’s values ​​so distorted now!? Don’t use the mirror to look at your damn shit Damn! My brothers don't like it! That woman is blind!" Chen Ming became emotional for a while, picked up the wine bottle, and bumped into Yan Caiwu and Lao Bu Along, and then It was a burst of madness.

Three full bottles of beer, blown dry by three people again!