My Legendary Years

Half an hour later

"Come on, come down, hurry up." the old car pulled open the door and turned back to greet us.

"This car is for you to drive. It's all a fucking illusion of pregnancy..." Liu Rui squatted on the ground for a long time before he said such a sentence.

I got out of the car, stood on the street and looked up. It was really a little bee KTV, and there was a nightclub next to it. Although one is a nightclub and the other is a KTV, in fact, I think these two houses are similar in scale, and they both feel a bit like a street shampoo room.

But it's obvious that the business of the nightclub was much better than the little bee yesterday. At least there were several cars parked in front of the house. There were still people going in and out. You're looking at this little bee. It's time for wild grass at the door, and the glass on the window is full of ash. If it weren't for the faint pink LED screen, I'd see that it's a singing hall.

"Old car, you little bee is still in business?" I looked at the scene in front of me and couldn't help asking.

"It's business, it's not business..." the old car thought and said.

"Ah? What does that mean?" Liu Rui was stunned.

"Let's say it's open. There's no one. Let's say it's not open. I open the door every day. Now there's nothing wrong. I'll put two big speakers at the door in the evening to attract those aunts who dance square dance. Two years ago, my singing hall was ok, but now it's not OK. I'm going to clean up and cash it out for him, and then concentrate on my network marketing..." The old car explained.

"Yes, I think your online marketing is a way..." Yang Song nodded in agreement.

"If the entity is capable, who is willing to fuck the whole network? They are all virtual economies. They don't have to be closed to me at any time..." the old car shook his head and said.

"Don't you tell me your business is good?" Liu Rui asked.

"Isn't that brag!" the old car replied without blushing and jumping.

"Shit, I'm still thinking of fooling around with you... You can't help us..." Liu Rui said with a big mouth.

"It's all right. I'll give it to you in a few days, give you some money, and then I'll concentrate on my network marketing. Although I've been down in the past two years, it's still no problem to feed you..." the old car was not angry after listening to it and said with a smile.

"If you don't lack people, we can find something else..." I see the despondent little bee. Speaking from my heart, I think it's hard for him to feed the old car, not to mention us, so I think I have an impulse to go.

"No, I'm running for me. Can I let you go? I'm a small place. It's hard for you to find anything like this. You'd better stay honest with me. If you work well and revitalize my little bee, maybe we can make a lot of money!" the old car replied proudly.

"OK, I'm just afraid to trouble you..." I see that the old car is so enthusiastic and I'm sorry to refuse again.

"Ha ha, it's friends who go out. What's the trouble? Let's go. There's another partner in the house. I'll take you to meet..." the old car smiled brightly and took us to the house.

After we entered the house, I found that the decoration in the little bee was OK. It was no different from the normal concert hall, but it was a little desolate. There was no one in the lobby and no waiter.

"You take a seat first, I'll call my friend and get to know each other..." the old car casually took out a few bottles of drinks from the refrigerator and handed them to us.

The little bee is in the KTV warehouse.

"Why the hell are you sleeping here again? There's no one at the front desk, and the concert hall has been emptied. You don't know..." the old car finally found his so-called partner in the warehouse after wandering around for a few times.

"Why? The thief?" the young man on the folding bed sat up and shouted.

"The NIMA thief!!" the old car said extremely speechless.

"I also said, whose thief is blind, run and steal..." the young man yawned, dragged the quilt and was ready to go to bed.

"Don't fucking sleep. Come outside and meet me..."

"Who?" the young man asked casually.

"Some friends, come and find something to do..."

"Why did you come to us for something?" the young man asked with a cigarette.

"I'm going to leave them and help us watch the shop..."

"Why, what are we going to do when they see the store? We're unemployed?" the young tiger asked.

"We study network marketing..."

"I said, are you sick? Are you careless? I told my mother about internet marketing. I didn't earn a fucking penny and asked you to swipe more than 20000 yuan of gifts for that stupid old woman. Finally, the woman didn't sell them. The woman had to sleep with me. Shit! You pay me back the money quickly. It's not good for you..." After listening to the old car, the young man immediately got excited and shouted with the old car in his arms.

"Oh, when the fuck did this happen? Besides, you didn't pay anything in return..." the old car explained awkwardly.

"OK, I won't talk about you at this time. What's the matter with you? What are you doing? Going to war? Garrison troops? The benefit of the concert hall is not very good now. How can you get so much salary? People hurry to straighten me out. If they don't go, I'll go!" the young man said with his legs crossed and eyes staring.

"They are all friends. How can I get rid of them?" the old car asked askance.

"Brother, in the past, we earned a lot. If you recruit two people, you'll find two. Now it's hard for you to fucking live. Can you control others? What do you give money to others? The young man said reluctantly, and then turned around and went to bed.

"In two days, I'm going to mortgage the house my mother left me, borrow some money, and let's make this concert hall well..." the old car thought for a while and sighed.

"Are you fucking crazy!!!" the young man sat up again after listening to the old car.

"There's no way. I can't just watch this concert hall turn yellow. We've been out for so many years. If we're so disheartened, we won't be willing to go back!!"

"...." after listening to the old car, the young man didn't make a sound. He twisted the cigarette end with his hand. He didn't know what to think.

"Let's go out and see my friend..." the old car patted the young man on the shoulder and smiled.

"But..." the young man stopped talking.

"Stop the fucking ink! People will be in a hurry for a while..." the old car shook his hand and walked out of the warehouse.