Siheyuan: I Have a Beast System

"Zheng Yi?"

Ding Qiunan wasn't in the mood to hang out at the moment, so he grabbed Jia Zhengyi with a serious face: "I know, you feel bad for me. It's really unnecessary to spend a month's salary to sell some sky-high fruit."

"Does it hurt?"

Jia Zhengyi raised his hand and scratched the tip of Ding Qiunan's nose: "It's not just a mouth to make money, what's more, I, Jia Zhengyi, will never let his woman be wronged."

"What is your woman, you haven't said she wants to marry you."

Ding Qiunan gave Jia Zhengyi a shy look, but his face was filled with happiness.

"Get on my thief's bed and still want to run?"

Jia Zhengyi smiled meanly, and pulled up Ding Qiunan's jade hand: "Sister Jia Ding, give your man a smile..."

"So thick-skinned!"

With a snort, Ding Qiunan shook off Jia Zhengyi's hand: "Don't think that I stay in the infirmary all day and don't know anything. If you dare to disappoint me, I will use scissors and wipe it for you."

After saying that, Ding Qiunan pointed at Jia Zhengyi and fiercely compared a scissors hand.

"Too harsh?"

Jia Zhengyi was really frightened.

Change to any man, and this situation will send a chill down the back.

"You can't control your heart."

Ding Qiunan snorted proudly, turned and walked towards the shopping guide who was carrying the fruit: "Let's go, my hero."

"I feel in your bed of thieves..."

With a murmur, Jia Zhengyi lifted his heels up.

This time, the attitude of the shopping guide is more cordial.

Not only helped to lead the fruit, but also introduced the company along the way.

Even when Jia Zhengyi bought a bicycle, he said that he could help get a cheap bicycle ticket.

Unfortunately, Jia Zhengyi doesn't need it.

Not to mention bicycle tickets, but sewing tickets, Jia Zhengyi only has three or four in his hand and needs her help.

After coming out of the mall, Jia Zhengyi took Ding Qiunan to eat roast duck.

Riding a new car, carrying a pretty girl, walking on the street is different, and the rate of return is not generally high.

In the envious eyes of passers-by, Ding Qiunan held Jia Zhengyi's waist sweetly, as if declaring ownership.

Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant.

As expected of a century-old brand, before entering the door, bursts of aroma came in.

"You go to choose a location first, and I'll buy a pack of cigarettes."

"Be careful when crossing the road."

"Mmmm...Come in, if you're hungry, ask for something to eat first."

Responding casually, Jia Zhengyi crossed the road and walked towards the supply and sales store at the entrance of the alley.

"Let's go buddy..."

Just as Jia Zhengyi was about to open the curtain and go in, he met a young man in a military coat and holding a pile of cardboard boxes.

"Brother Wen?"

Seeing the man's face, Jia Zhengyi was stunned.

Isn't this Han Chunming, the protagonist of "Under the Gate of Zhengyang"?

That's right, Brother Wen who Jia Zhengyi blurted out was Han Chunming.

At this time, Han Chunming was very hard.

Because he was fired from the van, he borrowed money to buy a three-wheeled garbage collector, and directly drove the old lady to the hospital.

In this era, the iron rice bowl is heaven.

Han Chunming borrowed money to buy a car to collect junk. In everyone's eyes, he was condescending and made a mess.

"Comrade, are you mistaken?"

A sentence brother Wen made Han Chunming yell, and it took a while to realize that he was calling him.

"Really mistaken."

Jia Zhengyi smiled slightly to get out of the way. Seeing Han Chunming struggling to come out with the paper shell, he said casually, "Do you need help?"

"This... how embarrassing this is..."

Met someone you love?

Han Chunming's brain was a little dizzy, because he was ragged, and he was often looked down upon and disliked.

I usually run away from people like seeing shit, let alone help.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, it's just a little effort."

Jia Zhengyi didn't act at all, took over Han Chunming holding the cardboard and walked towards the tricycle.

"Thanks buddy."

Thanking him, Han Chunming hurriedly picked up a basket of soda bottles and quickly chased after Jia Zhengyi: "You are different from others. You don't look down on me. If you don't, I, Han Chunming, want to make you a friend."

"Is it a shame to start your own business?"

Jia Zhengyi put the cardboard on the tricycle, smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to Han Chunming: "Jia Zhengyi, we are friends now."

"hey-hey……"

Han Chunming grinned and shook hands with Jia Zhengyi: "Seeing as you are older than me, how about I just call you Brother Jia?"

"Call it whatever you want, I don't care about that."

Han Chunming is a very emotional person. When he is down and down, he will definitely remember him for a lifetime.

Moreover, Jia Zhengyi is familiar with Han Chunming's family history, and it is definitely a win-win investment.

"That's a good feeling."

Han Chunming is very happy to meet someone who has the right temper. It is right that he wants to start a business and make more friends.

What's more, Jia Zhengyi is not an ordinary person at first glance.

"Brother Jia?"

With the heart of making friends, Han Chunming did not hesitate, raised his finger for a while: "It's almost lunch time, let's have a meal and drink together?"

"I invite you, just across from Quanjude."

How did Zhengchou speak, but Han Chunming brought it up first, and Jia Zhengyi didn't bother to bother: "Wait a minute, I'll go buy two packs of cigarettes."

"No rush, no rush..."

Jia Zhengyi's hospitality made Han Chunming a little confused, please be full of virtue?

Wouldn't it be plotting something for myself?

"What are you thinking about Nima!"

With a flash of thought, Han Chunming was immediately ashamed. He was just a ragged little citizen, what could he do to himself.

The only explanation is that this time I really met a generous nobleman.

"Let's go, Chunming."

Coming out of the supply and marketing store, Jia Zhengyi took a few bottles of soda, greeted Han Chunming, who was stupid, and walked towards Quanjude across the road.

"Here is Brother Jia."

After answering, Han Chunming quickly pushed the tricycle to catch up: "By the way, Jacques, what do you do? You must be a leader based on how you speak and behave."

"A person who wants to start a business but can't get away from it, as for leadership, it can be considered."

Jia Zhengyi took the bait, and Han Chunming bit the hook quickly, and asked with a look of surprise, "Which line does Brother Jia want to do?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. The market is not very prosperous now. I plan to start small and accumulate funds to build real estate."

As soon as Jia Zhengyi's voice fell, Han Chunming was dumbfounded.

Hit!

Jia Zhengyi's thoughts collided with himself.

"Brother Jia?"

Like-minded, generous and hospitable, Han Chunming was excited: "I am dissatisfied with Brother Jia, I think the same as you. Now I am worried about food and drink, but in the next ten or 20 years, the population of our country will inevitably increase dramatically. At that time, the worry is place to live."

"Chunming, you are very unusual."

Jia Zhengyi pretended to be surprised, and then smiled bitterly: "Actually, I have also found many partners, but they laughed at me as a lunatic. I didn't expect to meet like-minded people here."

"Brother Jia? What do you think of me?"

The opportunity is a huge opportunity. Han Chunming didn't want to let it go, and looked at Jia Zhengyi excitedly: "We both think the same, although I don't have much money, but I have the strength to endure hardships, so I lack an opportunity."

"you?"

Jia Zhengyi hesitated for a moment, then looked at Han Chunming and said, "How much do you know about antiques?"

"I... that's what I'm doing, collecting scraps is just a pretense, to make quick money, I have to buy antiques..."

Han Chunming was going crazy, and everything Jia Zhengyi said seemed to be tailor-made for him.

Today is really an auspicious day, and when you go out, you will meet noble people.

"You're not fooling me, are you?"

Jia Zhengyi looked vigilant, but he was about to burst into laughter: "I said an idea, and you happen to be doing it. If this is fate, isn't it a coincidence?"

"Ah this?"

Han Chunming didn't know how to answer, and stammered at Jia Zhengyi: "This is really a coincidence, Brother Jia? You have to believe me, we just met today..."

"Just kidding, don't be so nervous."