"It's just a drop in the bucket. Drinking poison to quench thirst will eventually lead to a greater disaster."
While sighing, Li Longyuan put away the two glass tubes with milky white bubbles beating slightly in the golden red liquid, turned around and left the hall.
The show is about to begin. His role is very important.
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The New Year has passed, and the cool spring breeze is blowing the green leaves outside the window swaying and rustling, and the sun is shining warmly from the window at the end of the corridor.
The young man who was lying on the coffee table tinkering with an old laptop looked a little frustrated. Even though he had just cut a few StarCrafts with a red dot, and they were all flattened in a crushing manner, this did not make him feel happy.
Because the image of the panda burning incense in the friend list has dimmed and has not been illuminated for a long time.
Lu Mingfei always believed that the bizarre encounter with Old Tang on the subway station after meeting him was just a dream. After all, he was still sitting on the bus when he woke up. He even deliberately asked Chen Wenwen, who also appeared in the incident, about their reactions. This was not the case at all, and this gave Lu Mingfei his unrealistic fantasy of a hero saving the beauty.
Although Old Tang, who broke the appointment, later showed up like a corpse, the two of them went to the Internet cafe to play a lot of Star Wars together. But after coming out of the Internet cafe, Lu Mingfei felt that something was wrong with Old Tang at that time. The joyful joy between his thick eyebrows was gone, leaving only inexplicable melancholy, and his eyes were as confused as An amnesia patient who ran away from a mental hospital. She said goodbye to him with a worried look.
No, since that time he logged into his StarCraft account at an Internet cafe, Old Tang has not been online again to this day. Which serious StarCraft player would give up his "love of his life" easily? If so, Lu Mingfei would spit on him in front of his face: "Despicable!"
The young man scratched his head and quickly checked out his QQ friend list. The profile picture of a girl wearing a baseball cap was that of a girl in a baseball cap. The same gray profile picture instantly turned his originally eager eyes into darkness.
"I used to boast so much in front of Young Master Li and Senior Brother Chu, but now I don't even have the courage to say a word. What should I do?"
Lu Mingfei clenched his fists as if crying, as if to cheer himself up.
"A box of discounted bagged milk, half a pound of Cantonese sausage, and the new issue of "Hui" that Narusawa asked for. After buying it, I came back quickly and picked the celery on the table for me! Are you still playing games? It's your own business. If you don't care, will you pass the exam if the school doesn't admit you? What's the use of spending so much money on you?" Auntie's voice sounded like thunder next door. "
(Is it the same as the original? Smile. Just excerpting one paragraph will allow book friends who have read the original to recall the summer when they turned over the book. After all, it is our lost youth.)
Lu Mingfei trotted out the door. He originally thought that after turning eighteen on his birthday this year, he would be an adult in the legal sense, and the days of being ordered around by his aunt would be gone forever.
But this habit engraved in the genes is not so easy to eliminate. The aunt toasted Mingfei pleasantly on New Year's Eve just to test his attitude. It turned out that this boy had perfectly avoided the excellent genes of his parents who were far away from abroad. , just like his uncle, the woman felt more and more that she still needed to train him as usual.
"call."
After trotting down the street, the thin boy put his hands in his trouser pockets and took out an Android phone more energetically than usual.
The uncle got this from the second-hand market. The VIP card used to reward Lu Mingfei's "Songbai Teahouse" greatly increased his reputation in front of all the friends.
Anyone in Binhai who has some information channels knows that the owner behind the newly opened "Songbai" teahouse on Jiang'an Pedestrian Street is extraordinary. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a noble man with great hands and eyes. The store managers are all female executives with an annual salary of one million yuan drawn from the Shengtang Group to perform their duties.
No, not long after the teahouse opened, many business celebrities, film and television stars came to visit, but the owner didn't even show his face.
Only a group of celebrities were left to drink tea dryly, and queue up every day to get a limited number of tickets. The main tea room, which is the most spacious and comfortable, would rather stay vacant for a long time than accept customers.
As a result, these celebrities not only did not get angry, but instead came more frequently. As a result, the teahouse was surrounded by luxury cars such as Bentley, Martha, and Ferrari. Ordinary people did not dare to squeeze in after seeing this crowded scene. Celebrities often check in and take photos and post them in their circle of friends. It seems that being able to have afternoon tea at Songbai has become a watershed in measuring wealth.
The owner's lazy business style has also become a major marketing point, and there is an endless stream of tourists checking in in front of the teahouse every day.
Is it really true that the Jiang'an Pedestrian Street, which serves as a facade project for the municipal government, is more prosperous and popular than the 5A-level scenic spots Huashan Stone Forest and Ocean Park?
Is the tea cooked in a teahouse hidden in the city more fragrant, fresh and elegant than anything you can buy for a lot of money in the outside world?
There are factors for this, but not all.
At least many business bosses are busy making money every day and have no time to take care of the business of a small teahouse. What they value is just the owner behind the teahouse, hoping to get acquainted with him and build a broader network of people.
So when Lu Gucheng got off work one day, he brought a large group of friends into the building with his nephew's membership card, and was led all the way to the main tea room by the clerk. The jaw dropped, making the man steal the show that day.
It wasn't until my uncle finished drinking tea and having a nightly meal with his friends that he came back drunk. He patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder with a flushed face and lamented that the old Lu family had successors and it was hard to make friends. So classy.
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At that time, Lu Mingfei also lowered his head in shame and said with a red face that he was just taking advantage of others and that relying on his own ability was the right way to get ahead. God knows how a weakling like him could keep his head down and say such awesome words.
The uncle was stunned at first, and then became more satisfied. He smiled, put his arm around the boy's shoulders, and praised loudly: "You are ambitious, and you are worthy of being from my old family."
When he was about to say something, he bent over and vomited into the trash can.
Lu Mingfei pinched his nose and handed his uncle a washcloth and sobering tea. He couldn't help but think that although his parents lacked a sense of responsibility, after all, they were archaeologists who went abroad for a long time. Looking at the photos, they look like a polite couple, which doesn’t match the style of my uncle and aunt at all.
If you really want to put his father's photo next to his uncle's, except for the vague similarities between his eyebrows and eyes, you really can't tell that they are brothers based on their temperament.
"Wow... ugh"
Another smell of alcohol mixed with food residue and gastric acid secretions hit him. The boy stopped thinking in an instant, covered his nose and patted the unshaven man on the back.
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"He really did that?"
In the Songbai Teahouse that had closed early that evening, Li Longyuan sat in front of the screen and listened to Manager Song, who was temporarily transferred from the Shengtang Lai Group, reporting on the recent situation in the teahouse. At the same time, she is just an ordinary person who entered the company through normal recruitment channels.
Orthodox mixed-race species have their own duties to perform, and naturally they cannot be wasted in a place like this.
"Yes, Young Director."
The beautiful store manager, who was wearing a classic cheongsam showing off her mature charm, held up the vinyl frame and said.
"As an ordinary middle-aged employee working in a medium-sized logistics company, I rejected all the chairman of large companies who handed me their business cards in the teahouse, as well as the high-paying positions they promised in the future, and just mind my own business with my friends. High-tongued braggadocio.”
"After drinking tea, they ignore the rules that customers with membership cards can spend unlimited money at Songbai, insisting on paying for the cheapest pot of tea they bought. How many people have you seen like this?"
Li Longyuan recounted what the store manager had seen, and found Lu Mingfei's uncle more and more interesting.
