The No. 3 bus carrying twenty boxes of milk tea was racing along Xueyuan South Road again.
When he arrived in front of the Aviation Academy, Xu Dangwu almost drifted.
Just to be prepared, this second-hand tricycle was packed so well that the rear butt was just thrown out by a centimeter when it was stopped by the sensitive brakes.
Get off the car and unload the cargo.
It's still the same process as before.
It was this time that I met Zhao Xiaokai, who immediately came to help.
Of course, Zhao Xiaokai is not Wang Donghe or Xu Dangwu, he is helping.
"Oh, Nuannuan, this milk tea is really heavy..."
Nuan Nuan is a part-time employee at the Aviation Academy. She is also a student at the Aviation Academy and a future stewardess.
In terms of appearance, she may be about 6.5 points, but her long legs, big breasts and proud figure are the key points.
Upon hearing Zhao Xiaokai's call, Nuannuan immediately stepped forward to help.
When her breasts were pressed against the foam box, the low-cut neckline suddenly appeared, and she made an unspeakable sound.
Zhao Xiaokai, who was standing by, narrowed his eyes and lit a Chinese stick. He felt sad because he saw something inside the collar that shouldn't be there. It was fake, and it was really made by his mother.
Is there anyone on Xueyuan South Road who can beat Wenwen?
"At noon..."
Turning around, Zhao Xiaokai saw Xu Dangwu carrying Zhao Chuhe away after unloading the goods.
I originally wanted to discuss it with him, but forget it.
Zhao Xiaokai also said hello: "Nuan Nuan, Xiao Ke, you're leaving."
When the two part-time workers waved to him, he stepped onto the Phoenix Brand Big Erba that he had received very satisfied with two days ago, blew out a puff of smoke, held the handle with one hand, and started to inspect the next stop like an old man.
…
Zhao Xiaokai's leisureliness is based on the fact that nothing happened.
But in fact, something happened in front of the milk tea stalls placed in front of various schools.
Of course, these are not big things and can be settled as soon as he takes action.
This time it was a coincidence that when he arrived in front of the School of Architecture, he happened to meet the urban management officer arguing with him about his part-time job.
As a result, there was a deadlock in front of the milk tea stall. Customers could not buy milk tea, business could not continue, and there were many people watching the excitement.
With a small problem, Zhao Xiaokai got off the bicycle and plugged it in with the latch. Then he wandered into the noisy crowd and shouted: "Mahni, mani!"
As soon as the two female part-time workers saw him coming, they found their backbone.
The two urban management officials didn't take Zhao Xiaokai seriously when they saw him. One of them with a crew cut said, "Who are you?"
Zhao Xiaokai smiled and said softly: "My boss, my name is Zhao Xiaokai. If you have anything, just tell me."
"No stalls are allowed here."
Zhao Xiaokai first handed over two cigarettes.
"Don't do this."
Zhao Xiaokai was not in a hurry: "Let's talk about it in another way?"
Once the words were passed on, the city management officials understood.
Xiaoping glanced at him, and Zhao Xiaokai happily walked back and shouted twice: "Let's go, let's go."
The quality of urban management these days is extremely low. Don't expect them to take care of anything serious. Basically nine out of ten are only thinking about making money.
Zhao Xiaokai understood, so he took Xiao Pingtou to the tree not far away, and he directly handed over twenty yuan.
Don't think that twenty yuan is not enough. In 2008, gifts and other gifts in the county next to Songcheng cost 50 yuan. The 20 yuan fee for serving as a stall was actually the market price, which was very reasonable.
But Xiao Pingtou didn't know if he was new to the job, or if he just didn't understand the rules, or because Zhao Xiaokai was young and didn't accept the money. Yile said, "Are you sending beggars?"
Zhao Xiaokai blinked and thought, aren't you just fucking beggars?
But of course I couldn't say that, so I took out a box of 10-yuan Red Guobin that I had prepared early, and handed it over with 20 yuan to show my sincerity.
The kid is difficult to deal with. There are still a few days left in this milk tea stall. It is better to deal with it kindly first and not to make it difficult in the future.
But Pingtou City Management was still dissatisfied: "It's still missing."
Zhao Xiaokai: "People in the light don't tell secret words, you do."
The crew cut was not polite and held out five fingers.
Zhao Xiaokai: "Fifty?"
"This is my rule."
"Invoicing?"
The flat-headed guy said loudly: "Open a few."
Zhao Xiaokai raised his head, and all the previous kindness disappeared: "Aren't you a little bit pretentious?"
Pingtou City Management was stunned when he was scolded.
Zhao Xiaokai took a step closer to him: "Or do you think you were traveling on Xueyuan South Road?"
"you..."
Zhao Xiaokai: "I don't want to deal with you, Boss Zhou, for this little bit of trouble. I'll give you another chance. Do you want this box of cigarettes and twenty yuan? If you don't want me to cancel the stall now, you will be dismissed tomorrow."
The Pingtou City Guards bullied the weak and feared the strong. Suddenly, Zhao Xiaokai became more aggressive. The key was that their boss was really named Zhou, so he was a little at a loss.
"Take it."
Zhao Xiaokai passed the money and cigarettes into his hands.
Seeing him put it into his pocket coquettishly, Zhao Xiaokai returned to his kind demeanor and put a cordial hand on his shoulder: "We will be friends from now on."
When Ping Tou smiled awkwardly, a Mercedes Benz drove up the road.
The car door was pushed open, and a young man got out of the passenger seat. He called Zhao Xiaokai: "Brother Kai."
"Oh, Xiao Chen."
"Sister asked you to go back."
"okay."
The two had a perfect understanding. After two sentences of conversation, Zhao Xiaokai gently patted the flat-head urban management officer on the shoulder, and then got into the Mercedes-Benz.
Looking at this scene, listening to this conversation, and looking at this car, Pingtou Urban Management originally wanted to go back and find out whether Zhao Xiaokai really knew their boss Zhou, but he put an end to this idea.
Turning around again, he touched the 20 yuan and a box of Red Guobin in his pocket. The flat-headed city manager, who probably had only a small amount of success in his life, greeted his companions cheerfully. He probably didn't know where to go for a drink.
Here, Zhao Xiaokai got into the Mercedes-Benz and leaned against the window to watch the city management officer go away, then said: "Third brother, be sensible."
Chen Zui was very happy and introduced to Zhao Yong: "Brother Yong, my fourth brother Zhao Xiaokai pretends to be invincible..."
Zhao Yong: "???"
However, Zhao Wanju, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said: "Xiao Kai, can you drive?"
"ah?"
Chen Zui: "Should I exchange the Mercedes-Benz for 28?"
Zhao Xiaokai knew that this was to make things more convenient for him, and it was really convenient, so he didn't pretend to be pretentious: "Change it, a fool would not change it!"
…
Two minutes later.
Such a scene appeared on the driveway in front of the School of Architecture.
Chen Zui was riding a Phoenix brand Daerba bicycle and was pedaling forward.
His sister sat sideways on his back seat, with her long hair flying and her arms around his waist.
A Mercedes-Benz was following them very slowly.
Riding his bicycle, Chen turned his head and looked at Zhao Xiaokai who was driving: "No, what about you? You are sending Brother Yong back to the hot pot restaurant. Why are you following us?"
Zhao Xiaokai, who was holding the steering wheel, looked at the scene in front of him and replied with a sad look on his face: "No, why do I feel that I am not as good at driving this Mercedes-Benz as you are at riding this 28?"