Today is a pleasant day and a happy day. I hold Zhang Jingjun’s signature in my hand. Even if an autograph is only worth one or two hundred taels, I can still earn five or six hundred taels. This is also an unexpected windfall. I’m lying at home here As a result, he was hit on the head with money, and every organ and pore in Wang Bu's body was laughing.
"Oops, it's broken, the jelly beans are going to get stuck in the pot," Liu Mei said hurriedly as she patted her head and trotted back into the house.
Wang Bushi also hurriedly put the signature in place. Because he was sweating, he could only put the paper on the table. In order to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, Wang Bushi even pressed it down with a tea cup. Of course, if life likes to make fun of you, you can do it. Everything is useless and only adds to the laughter.
Regarding his own business and his own money bag, Wang Busheng was also very anxious and hurried to the hut.
The jelly beans that were supposed to be golden brown had turned black because they had been roasted for too long.
Looking at this pot of jelly beans, Liu Mei was extremely heartbroken and frustrated. She kneaded the dough, mixed the ingredients, processed it, and baked it all by herself. Every step was carefully made by Liu Mei, and she endured the high temperature and heat. How could she have imagined that in the end she would become... In this way, it is like being pregnant for ten months, enduring pregnancy reactions, and finally giving birth to a ball.
"Master, it's all my fault. This pot of jelly beans is in vain." Liu Mei was in a bad mood. There are hundreds of jelly beans in this nest, and they are worth dozens of taels. Someone who loves money like the young master must be very angry.
As an excellent leader, he scolds his employees all day long, tramples on their dignity countless times, beats them and scolds them, and scolds and punishes them for making small mistakes. Such a boss cannot make a fortune. After all, he is kind. Only in this way can he make money, and he will not get subordinates who sincerely work for him.
Liu Mei has always been conscientious and hard-working, just like a cow, eating grass and squeezing milk. She has created a lot of wealth for herself, and her credit is still great.
There is no fault. We should also comfort those who sincerely admit their mistakes, and we cannot blindly criticize them. Wang Bushit may not be an intellectually rich man with millions of dollars, but he is a conscientious businessman, a businessman who understands and empathizes with Liu Mei's mistakes. Wang Bushi chose to forgive Liu Mei generously.
He patted Liu Mei on the shoulder as a comfort, "It's okay, life always grows by making mistakes again and again, just don't make this kind of mistake again in the future."
"Well, don't worry, young master, I will never make this kind of mistake in the future. If I make it again, I will give birth to a son without holes in my eyes." Liu Mei expressed her solemn stance, with determination and determination in her expression as well as a look at death.
"Well, there's no need to swear, why leave the mistakes of the previous generation to the younger generation," the child is innocent, whoever pays the debt will pay, and it is wrong to punish my son for my mistakes. Wang Busheng is still very reasonable.
Besides, Liu Mei's child is also his servant. It's terrifying to have a servant with no holes hanging around in front of him every day. Will have nightmares.
"But this pot of jelly beans is in vain and can only be fed to the dogs," Liu Mei replied heartbrokenly.
"Don't waste it like this, leave it for Master to eat."
"Uh, okay, waste is shameful. Feeding the master always feeds the dog," Liu Mei said with a bad expression, "It's all mushy, can the master eat it?"
"Tell him this is the latest product we have researched. Master has bad teeth, so these baked jelly beans should be crispier,"
"Well, the young master is really omnipotent and knows everything. The key is to never waste anything. You can use everything you feed the dog. Fortunately, I am not a rich person." Liu Mei really wanted to give the young master a thumbs up, and of course she also wanted to prepare something for the wealthy party, such as tissue paper for wiping their buttocks.
A banging sound on the door startled the two people in the room.
"This is the second time. Could it be that someone is here to cause trouble?" Wang Busheng muttered and told Liu Mei to "take the guy out and have a look."
"Ouch, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I'm about to pull my pants out."
The two of them came out of the house and saw Fu A covering his buttocks and running into the yard. He picked up the paper on the table and trotted into the toilet.
Then Leng Bingbing, Zhu Wu, white cats and black dogs also filed in.
Seeing Leng Bingbing's haggard look, Wang Bushu felt very distressed. He married a wife just for pain. He hurriedly stepped forward, supported Leng Bingbing, and said with concern, "Sister Leng, are you tired? You have worked hard. Sit down quickly." Come on, have a cup of tea."
"It's okay." She was already considered Wang's wife, and Leng Bingbing had long been used to Wang Busui's relatively intimate behavior. Touching the hands or waist, of course, would be a bit more extreme, and Leng Bingbing probably wouldn't mind, but Wang Busheng doesn't have the courage yet.
Liu Mei asked, "Master, what's wrong? It's like being chased by a dog."
Zhu Wuyu was the first to say, "When we met the master's master on the road, he was like this, holding his buttocks and trotting all the way."
"It must be diarrhea. I didn't hear the master say that my pants are about to get loose," the white cat on the side also interjected.
"Yes, yes, you don't smell the smell of shit on me?" Black Dog also expressed his opinion.
Rinse the bowl. After all, bowls used by celebrities do not rule out the possibility of residual bacteria. It is difficult for Wang Busheng to understand that the guy who bought underwear is not afraid of gynecological diseases.
Pour a cup of tea for Leng Bingbing, "Sister Leng, have a sip of black tea to quench your thirst. The big star Zhang Jingjun said the tea I brewed is delicious."
"Master, I'm thirsty too, and I also want to drink tea." After hearing Wang Bu's words, Baraba's lips curled up, and the black dog refused to be ignored.
"When you're thirsty, go make it yourself." You don't bother to pay attention to the black dog that affects your attentiveness and affection. Why should I give you the tea that my wife drinks? Except of course Zhang Jingjun, she is not my wife, but a big star.
"Big stars have also drank your tea." Leng Bingbing was a little skeptical.
Suddenly Wang Busui was shocked, Zhang Jingjun, by the way, his signature is there. I searched carefully and found that it was not on the table or on the ground.
Could it be that he fell into Liu Mei's house and ran back to look for it, but still found nothing.
"Ms. sir, what are you looking for?" Leng Bingbing asked curiously, guessing that it must be something valuable. Otherwise, Wang Busheng wouldn't care so much.
"A few pieces of paper with the signature of the famous star Zhang Jingjun",
"The signature of the big star belongs to Zhang Jingjun. Where is it? Where is it? I am Zhang Jingjun's number one fan," Zhu Wuyu said excitedly. This expression is in line with the image of a die-hard fan.
"I am also a fan of Zhang Jingjun."
"Me too, she is my wife every time I dream."
Of course, the black dog's words would arouse public outrage in the end. Under the double attack of Zhu Wuyu and the white cat, the black dog closed his mouth in aggrieved manner and squatted in the corner.
"Master, where is Zhang Jingjun's signature? I am willing to pay three hundred, no, five hundred taels to buy it." The white cat stretched out three fingers, and then two more. The power of idols is powerful, and he can always make people Some people do crazy things, such as losing money and losing everything. However, since they followed the king to death, the pockets of Bai Mao's pants have also bulged. Although they usually go to the bath more often and the consumption is a bit high, they can still get five hundred taels. .
"I will give you one thousand taels, no, five thousand taels." Of course, the words of such a rich man were said by the richest man in the Ming Dynasty, Prince Zhu Wuyu and Zhu Zhu. He was domineering and worthy of being a nobleman of Tianhuang.
"Don't go back on your word, I'll look for it again." This is 5,500 taels, and Wang Budie no longer cares about his image. The whole person was lying on the ground, searching inch by inch.
Leng Bingbing still can't bear to hurt her husband, and she doesn't want him to be heartbroken because of disappointment and sadness, but long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, and after the pain is over, it is also a kind of growth.
"Ms. sir, there's no need to look any further."
"What, where are you"?
After thinking for a while, he said coldly, "Ms. sir, please don't get excited. If I guessed correctly, Master may have taken Zhang Jingjun's signature."
"What did he do with my autograph? He is still chasing stars at such an old age. He is so shameless." Wang Bushi couldn't help but complain, "A man over a hundred years old still likes a teenage girl? Are you a bit too old?" Love has no borders, but it has age.
"That's probably not the case. I saw him going to the toilet with your signature."
"Ah, the restroom, that nagging guy even wiped his butt with my autograph."
After the dilution, Rich A felt refreshed and muttered as he walked, "People nowadays have bad consciences and even give out rotten chicken that has gone bad to beggars. Isn't this a crime?"
"Okay, you old fool is back. How dare you wipe your ass with my autograph? I'll fight for you." Seeing the wealthy side, Wang Bushit felt like seeing the enemy who killed his father.
"Signature, what signature".
"Sir, the piece of paper you wiped your ass with is the signature of the famous star Zhang Jingjun," Liu Mei explained with a look of regret.
"Well, it seems that those papers really have writing on them. This is a misunderstanding and I didn't mean it," Fu Jiafang explained.
"What's the misunderstanding? I think you did it on purpose." Wang Bushit refused to listen to Fu Jia's explanation. He must teach this shameless old man a lesson today.
He inhaled, raised his fist, and rushed towards Fu Jia.
After a while.
"Are you convinced?"
"I'm convinced"
"Where are you convinced?"
"I am convinced and every pore in my body is filled with conviction."
"You are just itchy. If the tiger doesn't show off its power, you still don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has."
The above conversation was naturally between Wang Bushit and Fu Jia. Unfortunately, Wang Bushit was killed unilaterally. He didn't last a few rounds before being knocked to the ground by Fu Jia's side.
"Master's master is so violent, master is so pitiful."
Zhu Wuyu sighed in his heart. It seems that I need to have more respect for my master from now on.
"Do you still have any objections to me wiping my butt with your paper?"
Wang Bushit lay on the ground, with tears in his eyes, and said against his will: "Master, as long as you are willing, you can use it."
After being beaten like this, it would be pure suicide to insist on it any more. Wang Busheng decided that he would never do anything to his master again. It would be rude to do so.
Zhu Wuyi still had a conscience and ran to Wang Busheng, helped him up, and asked with concern, "Master, how are you? Are you injured? Do you need to see a doctor?"
"It's okay, it's just a skin injury. To the master, it's just like a mosquito bite." Wang Bushu replied calmly.
Of course, it is impossible for the rich party to beat Wang Busheng to death. A tiger can't eat its seeds even if its poison is poisonous. The rich party still hopes that Wang Busheng will take care of him until the end of his life.
"What, Master, you still have Zhang Jingjun's signature,". Zhu Wuyu asked a little embarrassed.
"Uh, do you want those in the latrine? They'll cost you a hundred taels."
"Uh, haha, Master, I was joking." Damn it, I don’t have a bad taste, and I won’t be able to pick up the gold in the pit.
Wang Bu was very heartbroken. One trip to the toilet cost the old man more than 5,000 taels. Wang Bu died and decided to advise the old man to eat less. If he eats less, he will have fewer bowel movements.
"Liu Mei, how come the young master has Zhang Jingjun's signature?" Bai Mao asked.
"Zhang Jingjun came to buy jelly beans from us today and bought 800 jelly beans at one time," Liu Mei replied proudly.
"Zhang Jingjun also likes to eat our jelly beans"! The white cat was a little curious, as if all high-ranking celebrities should not eat the fireworks of the world. He would drink dew when he was thirsty, and take a few mouthfuls of fresh air when he was hungry.
"That's natural. Our jelly beans have become a specialty snack in Songjiang Prefecture. They taste so good, so naturally everyone will like them, including big stars."
"Hehe, speaking of jelly beans, I also want to eat a few." The white cat replied with a smile. It would be best if the people of Songjiang Prefecture regard jelly beans as their staple food, and they can quickly get rid of poverty and become well-off.
"I want to eat too, I know where it is, I'll get it." The black dog trotted into the house and brought out a bowl of dark jelly beans. Yes, it was the one that was burnt.
"Well, it's really unavoidable," Liu Mei said helplessly.
"Why are the jelly beans like this today?"
Liu Mei touched her conscience and explained, "This is the latest achievement of the young master."
"Hey, I thought this kid was hiding and lazing around at home, but I didn't expect that he was also studying hard. Let me try the new product first." When it comes to delicious food, the rich will naturally not lag behind others.
Others did not hesitate, picked up the new product and stuffed it into their mouths.
"Since you want to die together, Master, I can only mourn for you." It was originally reserved for the wealthy party. Since you also like it, let's go together. Seeing that Leng Bingbing also had the urge to try it, Wang Bushi hurriedly shouted, "Sister Leng, come and hold me up. I'm dizzy and have hypoglycemia."
Leng Bingbing hurriedly ran over, supported Wang Bushit, and said with concern, "Mr. sir, how are you? A jelly bean will help if you have low blood sugar. I'll get it for you."
"Hey, Sister Leng, please don't," Wang Busheng whispered, "That's a test subject, something will happen."
"Hey, Liu Mei, why don't you eat?" Zhu Wuyu asked.
"Well, I've been constipated recently, and the miracle doctor wants me to eat less."
"So that's it. Master, master, you should eat more." Zhu Wuyu picked up a few more jelly beans and stuffed them into Fu Jiafang's mouth.
"Wang Bu Die, why do you think this new finished product tastes a bit weird?"
"Well, this is the taste of the new product."
