Recast youth

Chapter 635 Bald Feng Sande
After returning home.

Ye Feng's heart has always been hot, and his mind is full of what Guo Qianhao said to him. Guo Qianhao said exactly what he is thinking now, it is 2005.

By the time 20016 comes, there will still be 11 years left.

In these 11 years, Ye Feng can really choose to participate in various fields. As Guo Qianhao said, failure is not terrible. Sooner or later, these failed experiences will become valuable experiences for him to turn his cocoon into a butterfly.

Another point, Ye Feng reminded himself in his mind, Guo Qianhao is only about 40 years old, which is very young for his position as executive deputy mayor.

And the next position of executive deputy mayor is most likely to take over the position of mayor.

Ye Feng will definitely develop in Dongzhou City in the short term and will not go to other cities. Many subsequent developments will definitely be inseparable from Guo Qianhao's support, so Ye Feng knows that he must firmly grasp Guo Qianhao's thread.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng couldn't help but find that Chen Mengjie's basketball club was really good. Without a basketball club, there would be no connection with Rong Jiangtao, the director of the Sports Bureau.

Not to mention Guo Qianhao.

I have to say that the fate between people is really wonderful. How can you know that it is not a blessing if you lose your horse?

……

2 month 1 number.

There are still 8 days left until the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the New Year will be celebrated on February 2th.

Before Ye Feng went to Rong Jiangtao's house yesterday, he bought a lot of New Year's goods and put them in the car. He bought four boxes of Feitian Moutai alone, gave away one box and had three boxes left, and bought ten cartons of three-character soft Chinese cigarettes.

In my hometown, Moutai and Soft China are definitely in hard currency. Although many people are not used to drinking Moutai, after hearing the price, they can usually drink it slowly.

After another drink, it tasted quite good.

why?
Just because the price is very expensive.

When we arrived at the Lanshan Club, the club did not plan to take a holiday, but kept people on duty. Those who stayed would be paid three times the salary. The adjustment plan was to allow some people to go back and some to stay. After the Chinese New Year, the employees would come back to work one after another. After that, take a break and go back.

When he arrived at the door, Ye Feng was a little dumbfounded as soon as he got out of the car. He saw a bald man sitting on a small stool at the door of the club, leaning against the wall, letting the not strong sunlight pour on his face.

A face of unrequited love.

There was a cheap cigarette between his frostbite-covered fingers. From time to time, he would raise his hand to his mouth and take a puff. Then his hand would fall down weakly, as if the old man was terminally ill and about to pass away.

Ye Feng walked over, glanced at the bald man with a smile, and said happily: "Little Third Master, where is your hair?"

"Ugh!"

Feng Sande came to his senses when he heard Ye Feng's voice, and then sighed heavily: "Boss, I don't have the face to see anyone."

"What did you do to you?"

Ye Feng was really curious. Feng Sande's middle-parted hair, which he was proud of, was actually shaved. This could be said to be a sight in the Lanshan Club before, and it was full of conversation topics.

Known as the traitor who walks outside the TV series.

It's better now, he's shaved cleanly, even the reform-through-labor prisoners don't shave as cleanly as he does.

Feng Sande stopped talking.

Ye Feng handed over a cigarette, squatted next to Feng Sande, and urged: "Tell me, what outrageous thing did you do to get your head shaved?"

Feng Sande glanced at Ye Feng suspiciously: "Boss, how did I find that you were a little gloating about your misfortune." "Is it that obvious?"

Ye Feng strongly denied it and said seriously: "It's nothing, you are hallucinating."

"Oh, it's all that stinky bitch Zhang Yumei who has been ruined for eight lifetimes." Feng Sande sighed as if he was about to die.

Ye Feng asked: "Why are you doing this?"

Feng Sande said sadly: "She scolded me."

Ye Fengqi said: "She scolded you and shaved your hair? So arrogant?"

"Not at all."

Feng Sande hesitated for a moment and said depressedly: "I met her on the way home yesterday, and she scolded me for being naughty, so I wasn't convinced. Why did she scold me for being naughty? So I caught her bitch. … Then she chased me to my house with scissors and cut off my hair.”

Ye Feng finally understood what was going on, and then couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Why are you always provoking others when you have nothing to do?"

"I didn't provoke her, she provoked me."

Feng Sande felt that he had been greatly wronged. He stood up and defended with a red face and thick neck: "Then I didn't do anything to her. Why should I let this salty bitch scold me for being immoral? If I don't catch her, I will Do I have to die unjustly? Who knew this salty fish girl could be so cruel and cut off my hair."

Ye Feng nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah, she went a little too far. How could she accuse you so unfairly?"

"That's right."

The more Feng Sande thought about it, the angrier he became: "When I entered the club today, everyone pointed at me, especially the little girls. I feel like they don't respect me now that I have lost my hairstyle. They followed those people and pointed at me behind my back." Pointing."

"Didn't someone point fingers at you before?" Ye Feng asked in confusion.

Feng Sande was stunned, and then explained: "That's different. They used to be obsessed with me and my flowing hairstyle. What is it now? Now they just laugh at me for being bald."

"..."

Ye Feng was speechless. He didn't know where Feng Sande's confidence came from, so he could only comfort him: "It's okay, it will grow out in a few months. After half a year, we will be an upright traitor again."

At the end of the sentence, Ye Feng finally couldn't help laughing.

Feng Sande cast an extremely resentful look at Ye Feng. His look was like that of a widow who had been alone in her empty house for more than ten years. She thought bitterly in her heart that she must take revenge on that stinky salty fish girl Zhang Yumei!

Feng Sande touched his bare forehead, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. The previous elegance and ease were all gone now.

Seeing that Feng Sande was like this, Ye Feng was too embarrassed to laugh at him anymore, so he changed the subject and asked, "By the way, will you and Feng Zheng go back to your hometown for the Chinese New Year this year?"

"No return."

Feng Sande shook his head: "I used to go back because I was poor. Now that I have money, why go back? There are not many people at home anymore. The rest are some unruly people who look forward to poverty and don't want others to be good at all."

Ye Feng also knew that people like Feng Sande and Feng Zheng had been wandering for the first half of their lives and had no feelings for their hometown. At most, they just thought about it. After thinking about it, Ye Feng said to Feng Sande: "Then you clean up tonight and meet Feng Zheng tomorrow." Come back with me to celebrate the New Year, Feng Zheng happens to be able to help me drive on the way."

"Is it appropriate for me to wear this hairstyle to celebrate the New Year at your house?"

Feng Sande touched his head unconfidently: "Will you be regarded as a bad guy?"

Ye Feng laughed and kicked Feng Sande in the butt: "As long as you have this consciousness, I will buy you a hat to wear on your forehead later."

(End of this chapter)