Chapter 53 Give me a way to survive!

Early March 6, 1994.

In the year of Jiaxu, in the month of Dingmao and the day of Xinmao, the Awakening of Insects occurred.

It’s time to open, start construction, open, open the market!

Wearing a blue suit, his hair, which is nearly a foot long, is wet, and from time to time there will be a drop of crystal water dripping down the ends of the hair.

May doesn't know what happened, but today he unexpectedly decided to go for a morning run with Chen Changqing. Is it because he has been hit by his super state these past few days and decided to improve his physical fitness?

After all, I do have some livestock these days.

Her own physical fitness is far beyond that of normal people, coupled with the recovery ability that comes with the physical improvement process, although May is the one who takes the initiative to fight every night, she is also the one who abandons her armor in the end.

Chen Changqing didn't feel anything special, but the middle-aged uncle who lived next to their house had become a little pale recently and his legs were weak.

When middle-aged people have no choice but to soak wolfberry in a thermos cup.

When I met that uncle two nights ago, I could clearly feel the resentment in his eyes.

Chen Changqing was quite embarrassed at first, but when he thought that this man in his forties actually married a beautiful girl who was less than thirty, the guilt in his heart disappeared instantly.

You deserve to be coveted for beauty!

But u1s1, with May’s physical fitness, she really should practice.

A young girl in her twenties should be at her most energetic.

But after running four or five kilometers, I was so tired that I couldn’t even compare to Han Chen, a middle-aged fat uncle.

The only thing that satisfied Chen Changqing was that May's perseverance was not bad. She was obviously very tired, but when Chen Changqing asked if she wanted to continue tomorrow, May subconsciously agreed.

This made Han Chen envious. When he thought of his wife who was almost useless except for her beauty, Han Chen felt that everything was so boring.

The sun is shining brightly in Hong Kong in March.

Unlike the cold spring in the north, the temperature here is at least above 20°C.

Although I didn't have time to dry my hair, the warm wind blowing through the car window made my wet hair dry quickly.

But as the car drove into Wutong Street, looking at Shaqiang who was leading a group of people playing with firecrackers at the door, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Why did you buy so many firecrackers?"

Shaqiang raised his head, holding an unopened plate of 5000 rings:

"It's so lively."

Chen Changqing rolled his eyes and couldn't help but feel a little speechless: "This is reopening, not opening."

But Shaqiang didn't care. He opened the firecrackers in his hands and said to Chen Changqing seriously: "You don't understand, you should buy firecrackers just because the business is reopening. My dad told me that firecrackers can drive away bad luck."

Seeing Shaqiang's serious look, Chen Changqing shook his head helplessly:

"Okay then, I'll go buy some red wedding candies later, and give a handful to people when they come, just to please them."

Shaqiang grinned and patted his chest proudly:

"You don't need to tell me, I bought it yesterday."

After getting out of the car, Chen Changqing walked into the Baile Game Center.

It was almost the same as when it was closed last night, but festive red paper was posted around the counter, and there was even a big red flower, which made Chen Changqing speechless.

He wanted to say something, but didn't know how.

Looking at the price list next to the front desk, Chen Changqing thought for a moment: "Ali, I'll change the brand later and say it's 20% off today."

Ali nodded, but when she saw the most conspicuous line on the sign, she couldn't help but feel a little hesitant:

"Boss, do you want to change this?"

One box costs ten yuan, three boxes costs fifty yuan.

If she hadn't confirmed it over and over again, Ali would have definitely thought that her boss had written it wrong.

But Chen Changqing shook his head and said resolutely: "If you don't change it, just keep it like this."

What is most valuable in the 21st century?

Talent?

No, talent is not valuable in the Internet era because there are too many choices available.

What's really valuable is a good idea, the kind of story that makes people remember it after reading it once.

They are not the only game center in Xiangjiang, but anyone who has been to Baile Game Center will remember the stupid behavior of this store for paying 50 yuan for three boxes of game coins.

When talking about Wo Wo Tou, you will think of four for one dollar.

When thinking of a bit sweet, most people’s first impression is Nongfu Spring.

Chen Changqing didn't care if everyone would laugh at him because of this incident. What he really valued was the communication power of the fifty yuan, from jokes now to private conversations and small anecdotes at banquets a few years later.

Three boxes of fifty yuan will even become a symbol of a generation.

So everything in the store can be changed, but the price of three boxes of fifty yuan cannot be changed!

Sister Ali didn't understand the meaning behind this sentence, so when faced with Chen Changqing's firm tone, although she felt regretful, she could only nod. After all, the person in front of her was the boss of Baile Game City.

But Chen Changqing did not go upstairs.

He glanced around, looking at the waiter at the door who was making a fuss with Shaqiang, and finally stopped at one person: "By the way, Azhi will come back later and ask him to come to my office."

Sister Ali nodded and shouted crisply:

"Okay boss."

Back in the office, Chen Changqing took out the Neon Language Promotion Tutorial from the bookshelf. He had already planned to go to Neon in August this year to discuss the exclusive agency issue of The King of Fighters 94, so it was very important to be proficient in Neon Language.

If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools.

It is impossible for him to bring a translator every time he goes to Neon, so reading is a very important thing.

About half an hour later, with a knock on the door, a smart-looking young man in his twenties walked in.

His name was Azhi, and he was the first one to tell Chen Changqing that day when Pineapple Boy's men came to smash up the store. He was a very smart young man.

His intelligence doesn't mean he looks smart, but he is extremely clever.

As the door was pushed open, Azhi smiled and shouted:

"Boss, call me."

Chen Changqing nodded and took out an envelope from the drawer:

"Here is 40,000 yuan. You drive my car to a store called Hua Ge Watch in Wan Chai District to pick up the watch. The price of repairing the watch is 38,000 yuan. Fill up the gas in the car and the remaining money will be used as currency.

It’s your hard work.”

Azhi's eyes lit up and he took the envelope with a smile:

"thank you boss."

Chen Changqing waved his hand, but before Azhi left, he still reminded the other party: "Go early and come back early, and be respectful to your boss. If he wants to ask me why I didn't come, just say I can't get away."

Azhi nodded, a flash of understanding flashing in his eyes:

"I understand, I know what to do, boss."

As time passed by, Chen Changqing flipped through the books.

When noon was approaching, there was a knock on the door. He estimated the time in his mind and realized that Azhi should be back soon at this time. This made the corner of his mouth curl up:

"Come in!"

Just as the door was pushed open and looking at the person in front of him, Chen Changqing couldn't help but frown:

"Pineapple boy, what are you doing here!"

But what Chen Changqing didn't expect was that he had just finished speaking.

Pineapple Boy then knelt on the ground with a pop:
Chapter completed!