Longing for the Salted Fish Male God of Life

Before Huang Lei could speak, Mr. He Jiong spoke first: "Xiaochen, don't say that, it's a matter of the three of us. It's not good to keep asking you to go out and make money."

After hearing this, Huang Lei also nodded, then patted Bai Chen on the shoulder and said, "Since it's to experience life, let's just be a little bit quicker, anyway, there should be another guest in a row tomorrow, let's go outside in the afternoon to see See if there's a good way to make money."

Bai Chen saw that Huang Lei was more tired.Although the mental state is okay, but after all, people are also old, so I said.

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"Mr. Huang, why don't you install a gas stove at home? Teacher He and I go out to see. Isn't there a market on the street today? How about trying to earn a can of gas today?"

Seeing what Bai Chen said, Huang Lei knew Bai Chen's character after getting along for so long, so he simply nodded and said, "That's alright, I'll take care of the house, and I'll cut some more wood when I have time."

He Jiong glanced at Huang Lei and said angrily, "Mr. Huang, we all have gas stoves, so we don't need to chop wood, right?"

Bai Chen smiled slightly, shook his head, and said: "Mr. He, chopping wood is no longer needed, but it has become an activity in our mushroom house. Besides, in winter, we can still make a fire. Usually, if the gas stove is not enough, If so, you can make a fire."

He Jiong shook his head speechlessly and sighed: "Xiaochen still understands what he thinks, why didn't I think of it?"

"Okay, okay, let's work, Mr. He, let's help Mr. Huang move things over, and then go to the market." Bai Chen stood up and said.

"Okay, listen to Xiaochen."

He Jiong hurriedly got busy with Bai Chen.

After moving the gas stove, and then unpacking and folding the packaging box, Bai Chen packed it into a room where the sundries were kept. Huang Lei couldn't help but admired when he saw it.

"At first glance, Xiaochen looks like a person who can live a good life. This cardboard box will be good for lighting in the future.".

Chapter 94 I Miss You

Bai Chen and He Jiong went out after packing their things. The town is a long way from the mushroom house, so they drove there by car. Bai Chen and He Jiong didn't talk too much along the way. in the town,

Bai Chen and He Jiong parked their cars and came to the vicinity of the market. Although it was already afternoon, there were still many people, and the whole market was lively.

"Xiaochen, what do you think we should do?" He Jiong said while strolling around the market with Bai Chen, and he said hello when he saw a few acquaintances.

Since the mushroom house moved here, basically a lot of people have paid attention to this place.

Of course, to a large extent it is related to the program group, because sometimes some related businesses need to move in, so that there is a good ecology around the mushroom house, so that Bai Chen and He Jiong can't buy anything when they come out.

"Three, four, three" "Well, let's find a shop that accepts dry goods and ask. If it really doesn't work, I'll go to paint." Bai Chen nodded and walked into a shop with He Jiong.

The result of the final discussion was that some of the dried bamboo shoots that had been in stock in the past few days were sold. Apart from taking some away for Xu Zheng and others today, the rest was less than a few kilograms.

"This money is still not enough to buy a can of gas." Bai Chen shook his head and stuffed the money into his pocket.

After walking around the street for a long time, Bai Chen and He Jiong finally found a new way to be mascots!

"Haha, Mr. He, you..." Bai Chen, an aloof person, saw that He Jiong was helping the owner of a stall sell ducks, and he couldn't help laughing.

In front of his mascot, He Jiong said to Bai Chen: "Xiao Chen, don't laugh at me, don't laugh at me when you sell pork."

"Ha ha……"

After three or four hours, Bai Chen and He Jiong just finished their work and got 200 yuan. Together with the remaining money from selling dried bamboo shoots, they can basically buy a can of gas.

Originally, there was still money left a few days ago, and with today's money, it's almost the same.

"Oh, I still have a little back pain after standing here all afternoon." He Jiong smiled and got into the car and said.

"My leg hurts too. It's really not easy to make money." Bai Chen said after taking a sip of water.

"Mr. He, are we going to have guests tomorrow?" Bai Chen asked.

"Yes, this show should be broadcast live for two episodes, but I don't know what guests will be coming tomorrow. If there is a director like Xu Zhengda, it will be finished." He Jiong couldn't help but complained: "Then Much better than Xu Zheng."

"Well, it's better, but it doesn't matter who comes here, I can't wait to try our gas stove." Bai Chen said.

"Don't worry, after we go back, Mr. Huang should be almost done, just give the fat director money." He Jiong said.

When the two returned to the mushroom house, the sun was about to set, and Bai Chen saw that Huang Lei had already made the connection of the gas stove, and Huang Lei's food had already been cooked.

"Xiaochen, Teacher He, are you back?"

When Huang Lei's old fans He Jiong and Bai Chen came back, they hurriedly asked.

"Wow, Mr. Huang Lei, you've already fired? How is it? Does it work?" He Jiong asked with a smile.

"Tsk tsk, I think the most correct thing our show team has done these days is to help me solve this big worry."

Huang Lei said while cooking.

"Well, I think so too." Bai Chen nodded, took out 400 yuan and handed it to the fat director.He didn't say anything unnecessary, but he took two steps and asked strangely.

"Director Fat, didn't you say that there are special guests coming tonight? Why is there no one yet?"

"Cough cough, it's almost time, I'm still on the way, Huang Lei has already answered the phone." The fat director explained.

"Ah."

Bai Chen nodded, went back into the room and changed into a suit, came out to help Huang Lei, and asked while working, "Mr. Huang, who is the special guest? It's mysterious."

"Oh, I can't hear it, but I think this guest is too much to ask you to sing to him by name."

Huang Lei nags to Bai Chen as he cooks the pot.

"Judging from my years of experience, this mysterious guest may be a girl."

Bai Chen: "..."