People in the courtyard: starting from the canteen director

There is no door on your mouth, right?

Talk nonsense to anyone caught.

It seems this kid.

He really missed Ran Qiuye.

If you don't deal with him, he is afraid that he will go to heaven.

He Daqing said, "Da Mao, what do you think?"

"You have worked so hard."

"I still want to fool around like Yan Jiecheng."

"Is your body fit?"

Xu Damao said awkwardly, "Yan Jiecheng is speculative."

"It seems to make a lot of money."

"It's much better than going to the countryside to show movies."

"The issue is."

"It's just quick money."

"Maybe, when will it be done by others."

"I don't want to lose my job."

He Daqing laughed.

There is nothing wrong with Xu Damao's thinking.

Ordinary people are indeed not suitable for long-term mixing in the pigeon market.

And it's this kind of person who holds an iron rice bowl and has a serious job in a large state-owned factory.

Because of the manuscript, Xu Fugui lost his job, squatted in a cell, and his wife ran away with others.

It is estimated that Xu Damao still has a psychological shadow on this matter.

Definitely have to hesitate again and again.

It is impossible to be like Yan Jiecheng, who is desperate and can only give it a go.

The end was not so miserable.

I plan to go ashore when I earn enough.

He Daqing sneered, "Those who are afraid of wolves in the front and tigers in the back will be cowardly."

"Is this still a man?"

"correct."

"How do you know?"

"Yan Jiecheng was speculative."

"He told you himself?"

"I can't."

"Is he looking for death?"

Xu Damao replied, "It's not easy."

"He doesn't have a formal job."

"It's really quick to make money."

"It must be a pigeon market."

"Moreover."

"Yan Xiecheng smells like pigs all over his body."

"Like just ran out of a pigsty."

"It can smoke people up."

"It's just that he can't smell it himself.

He Daqing nodded.

This judgment is correct.

It seems that Xu Damao is also rough and fine.

Sometimes I can observe and speculate.

The smell on Yan Jiecheng's body was indeed a huge flaw.

Plus.

This kid is too ostentatious.

With two broken coins in my pocket, I couldn't help showing them off to others.

As long as you're not stupid.

You can make a guess.

So, He Daqing asked again, "And then."

"You're not willing to take any chances."

"I want to make quick money again."

"What do you think?"

"Is there such a good thing in the world?"

"Isn't that bullshit?"

Xu Damao slapped his thigh, "Damn, I haven't thought about it yet.

"Let's see and talk."

"It really doesn't work."

"I take a step back."

"Same as Uncle Yan."

"When you get the chance, just go to Liulichang."

He Daqing laughed.

It seems that Xu Damao knows a lot.

However, it is legitimate business for Yan Bugui to help collect paintings by modern masters.

There is no need to hide from anyone.

Liu Haizhong also knew about it a long time ago.

He Daqing said, "All right, you can figure it out yourself."

"Da Mao, you have a flexible mind."

"Something will happen."

"Maybe he can do this better than Yan Laoxi."

"Uncle likes you."

Xu Damao suddenly smiled.

so long.

Finally heard a positive energy.

It's not easy.

He quickly patted his chest to assure, "Uncle, don't worry."

"I'm doing this."

"There is still an advantage."

"An object I was in before."

"She's in the Children's Palace, teaching the children how to draw." Hearing this, He Daqing couldn't laugh or cry.

Kicked Xu Damao directly, "Go away! Little bastard!"

"Do nothing good every day."

"Pure nonsense!"

"Your ex-girlfriend taught children to draw, what does it have to do with you?"

"So you have artistic cells?"

"Go away! Don't let uncle see you again!"

Xu Damao giggled and quickly disappeared.

but.

He Daqing still decided.

Anyway, let Xu Damao try it.

Anyway, he is an empty-handed white wolf.

Don't make money, don't make money.

If Xu Damao was tricked by others and received JS products or something, it would be equivalent to paying the tuition fee.

Anyway, it is impossible for He Daqing to lose.

Soaking in the bathhouse is comfortable.

He Daqing did not go home.

Go directly to the Daqianmen Bistro.

It's been a long time since I've had a drink here.

I still miss it.

Seeing him, Xu Huizhen greeted him, "Hey, senior brother is here!"

"You haven't been here for a long time."

"What's wrong, forgot about our small shop?"

He Daqing didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, "Hello, Junior Sister.

"As for me, stop by for a drink or two."

"I miss your pickled vegetables."

"By the way, take a look at Junior Sister."

Xu Hui said in embarrassment, "Don't mention it."

"The taste of pickled vegetables is not as good as before."

"If you try it, you will be disappointed."

"Sit down."

"If you want something to eat, I'll bring it to you."

By this time.

Except for Xu Huizhen and Cai Quanwu, as well as He Daqing and Li Yaner.

No one knew that the big stone left by old man He had been stolen.

This is the secret to making marinated pickles more flavorful.

Xu Huizhen won't show it around.