"Oh...without you in charge...my Jigong Tea House...isn't it just like a street tea stall?" Zhang Shangcheng paused and said with a sad face, "This is a big investment of several billions, Mr. Tang.
Can't..."
"Haha~! That's your business. Little old man, you have to take a good...sip of this good tea...good tea...good tea..." Tang Feng glanced at Zhang Shangcheng, who was crying, as if he was holding a treasure in the world.
Still holding the purple clay teapot, he walked away slowly.
"This..." Zhang Shangcheng quickly picked up the tea cup that Zhang Lilu had not finished drinking. After drinking, his face changed drastically. He couldn't help but slapped his mouth regretfully. "Ouch... How did I get away with scolding a god!
"
Liu Guihua said quickly: "Isn't he my daughter's friend? Let my daughter talk about it!"
"Hmph~! I don't have the shame to go! What is my identity..." Zhang Lilu raised the corner of her mouth, but turned around to pretend. Zhang Shangcheng quickly winked at Liu Guihua.
"Lulu... why don't we invite him to our house for dinner in a few days, and mommy will cook a few side dishes to keep him company?!" Liu Guihua said with a smile, holding her daughter's shoulders.
"Those of my friends are all bad friends, can I really invite them home?" Zhang Lilu was secretly happy in her heart, but her face was still pretentious.
Zhang Shangcheng sighed: "Please! Please!! You can invite as many as you want!"
"You have to apologize to him in person!" Zhang Lilu increased the price again.
"Okay! Okay!! Why did I give birth to a daughter with arms turned outwards!" Zhang Shangcheng nodded helplessly.
Liu Guihua touched Zhang Lilu's head lovingly, and joked with a smile: "How can our daughter's taste be so different? You! You have been in business all your life, and your taste is not as good as our daughter's!"
After Jin Hao walked out of Dikang Hospital, he smoked a cigarette and put his hands in his pockets and wandered around the street. The bureau had nothing to do with him now, so he could just relax and be lazy.
Jin Hao was strolling around when he was suddenly attracted by a commotion in the street. He saw an old woman quarreling with a Uighur young man wearing a square hat at a stall selling cut cakes on the side of the station.
Jin Hao came forward and took a look. The Uyghur young man was holding a bag of wrapped cakes and was determined to give it to the old woman, but the old woman refused to take it at all.
"Cut the cake~! One or two yuan, a total of 3 yuan, come quickly and get the money~! Old woman!!" The Uyghur youth said to the old woman in blunt Chinese.
The old woman said angrily: "I didn't say I wanted to buy it, but you cut so much for me at once! I don't want it!!!"
"You have to ask for it even if you don't want it! Bring me the money!!!" The Uyghur youth rudely pulled on the old woman's clothes and asked for money. People on the roadside didn't dare to look at her and hurried by with their heads down.
"These forced purchases and sales in Xinjiang are really too much! The police don't even care!" An old man said something fair, but was stared at by several Uighur youths next to him, and he quickly lowered his head and left in fright.
"Stop!! What's going on?!" Jin Hao stepped forward and pulled the Uyghur youth away. He shouted sternly.
"Oh, little comrade, you have to be fair to the old woman! I didn't want to buy it at first, but this young man waved to me and called me. I thought he was an acquaintance, so he walked over and cut a piece of hard
Put it in my hand! You want me to pay 3 yuan! I don’t have enough money to treat the old man’s illness, how can I buy this kind of thing to eat!” The old woman saw someone finally saying something fair, holding a cut cake in her hand
