After school, Yan Gou and Liang Wendao go to the library to get Jin Monroe's study materials, and Li Nanbian accompanies Jin Monroe to contact her after school. Lu Rong each issued a red envelope to reimburse the dinner, while he was caught in the crowd after school, pushing his bicycle out of school.

But in a middle school, it is inevitable that there are snacks outside. Outside the main entrance of Chengnan Middle School, several trolleys were pushed in a row. The carts carried a large coal stove, and a steaming oil pan was placed on the coal stove, and a swarthy net box was placed on the oil pan.

At the peak of school, well-known spicy chicken foods at home and abroad, such as skewers, sausages, tenderloin, and joints of flesh and blood, are enthusiastically tossed in the oil pan; the net cages are full of spicy chicken foods that have just been out of the pot, and they are wiped out as soon as they are released. . "Have you ever scanned Alipay?" and "Which sausage is the sausage?" Questions such as "Which is the sausage" are floating in the fragrant air.

The students couldn't resist the temptation of spicy chicken food, and they huddled together in front of the booth, and the scene was very hot.

The small vendors ushered in the peak of their business and were so busy that they were so busy that there was only a middle-aged uncle standing in the bleak autumn breeze, with the few strands of hair on top of his head fluttering in the wind. There was no one in front of him, nothing in the oil pan, and the net cages were filled with cold skewers. He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, very melancholy.

Had it not been for his face full of flesh and blood, he might have looked like a poet.

Lu Rong stood still in front of him: "Pharaoh."

Lao Wang's gaze fell: "You are here." He lifted his chin unrestrainedly, pointed at the grilled skewers in the cage, "Take it." He took a deep breath of cigarette as he said, and looked at it again at a 45-degree angle. day.

Lu Rong originally wanted to take it, but as soon as Lao Wang smoked, the soot fell on the tenderloin. Lu Rong stretched out half of his hand and retracted it.

Lao Wang's poor business is not unreasonable. He was short and fat, with few strands of hair left, bald, and his face was full of flesh. The whole image was interpreting the words "middle-aged and greasy".

He doesn't care about hygiene, and uses soot as cumin powder.

Look at the next door, Chen Yulian is quite arrogant. Whether it's a happy smile or a stern reminder, it seems like she has deliberately done this. At first sight, Lao Wang was struggling with his livelihood and barely doing his job. He had no enthusiasm and was not actively working. He is the kind of patron who takes your money and doesn't burn the skewers well and he doesn't care about it.

"Put out the cigarettes and follow me to the food market." Lu Rong suggested.

"Okay." Lao Wang walked out from behind the cart. From top to bottom, there was a white racer top, apron, boxer shorts, hairy legs, and flip-flops. He dropped the cigarette **** on the ground, twisted it in a flip flop, slowly packed the pallet, pulled it to the garage not far away, and pushed it in.

Lu Rong and Lao Wang walked past the prosperous stall, and the aunt was shouting to ask whose chicken chop.

Lu Rong: "Her name is Chen Yulian. She cooks glutinous rice at the entrance of the school in the morning and deep-fries the tenderloin in the evening. When I was in school, she had been doing this for 7 years. That is to say, she has been rooted in the south of the city for 11 years, and it has been rain or shine for 11 years. She has three suites in her family, with an annual income of more than 1 million yuan. During our summer vacation, she went to the Maldives for vacation. Her son was as old as me and was in high school in the United States."

Lao Wang took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. The breath was so long that it even blew his little hair.

Lao Wang: "The big man does not bend his waist for five buckets of rice."

Lu Rong: "My mom is in a situation."

Pharaoh's body trembled.

Lao Wang: "Why does a big man suffer from being wifeless?"

Lu Rong: "I will remember this sentence for you. I will go to my house later and be killed directly."

Pharaoh's footsteps paused.

He was a college student in the 90s, purely literary, with a sensitive heart and an upright character. He couldn't keep up with the newspaper, so he switched to a taxi.

He is an arrogant literati. He feels that driving a taxi is not in line with his identity. He is depressed and does not drive actively. Therefore, he has not made a fortune by driving for so many years.

Pharaoh was robbed a year ago. He was okay, but he got pdst for the taxi. He returned the car he had driven for seven or eight years at the taxi company and checked the balance in the bank card: Damn, I have been there for so many years. What are you doing? Where's the money?

After that, I did a lot of work intermittently, but I couldn't do it for a month. I entered the coal stove and oil pot a month ago and started the skewers business.

Lao Wang is grilling skewers with his heart in literature, and he often thinks about a question: How can I become this kind of b-like after learning the rich five cars?

I think he was also a top student at a prestigious school, studying Russian literature, and walking around the campus holding Tolstoy's book, and many school girls blushed.

It's almost forty now, and I haven't made a few money, but my hair is dwindling day by day.

Haven't married yet.

Over the years, Pharaoh's dream girl gradually changed from a school girl, to a young woman, to a middle-aged divorced woman.

Lu Rong's mother, Fang Qing, is a flower in the tube building. She is single with a child. Pharaoh lives next to his house. In her dream, she wants to be Fang Qing's neighbor Pharaoh.

Lu Rong was noncommittal about this. In the love of middle-aged and old people, he does not take the initiative, refuses, and is not responsible for the younger generation.

But Lao Wang had the intention of being his father, and he couldn't let this potential father stay in such a shabby condition. Otherwise, if one day really succeeds for Lao Wang, others will say: "Oh, your stepfather is the one selling skewers at the school gate?" His face was dull.

Even if his stepfather sells skewers, he must be the king of skewers.

Lu Rong walked to the vegetable market with ease. During the rush hour, the vegetable market was crowded with people, and he still pushed his Giant women's bicycle for a while. The bicycle in this place was like a stone thrown in the water. There is still a sound in the stone thrown into the water. If the bicycle is gone, it is really gone.

While buying vegetables, Lu Rong mentioned Lao Wang: "Everyone sells tenderloin at the school gate, and you also sell tenderloin. You are still a newcomer. There is no gender advantage or image advantage. You have only two possibilities. In the competition Win."

Lao Wang glanced at him: "say."

Lu Rong: "One is to lower the price. You are cheaper than everyone else, and buyers will choose you. But this is not a long-term solution. Once you fight a price war, either the other sellers will also reduce their prices; or the other sellers will also reduce their prices. The partnership isolates you, beats you, and drives you away."

Lao Wang closed his eyes and listened respectfully, and suddenly he jumped up and made a mantis fist with a "hey ha".

"Neurotic!" The woman selling green onions behind was slammed by his hand.

Lao Wang stood right upright, and quickly restored his mature, steady, non-cannibalistic appearance.

Lu Rong glanced at Pharaoh with warning, and the main place in the vegetable market was the stall he talked about: "Second, you provide scarce goods that no one sells."

Lao Wang: "There is a consensus on what to sell at the gate of the school. Customers may not accept the introduction of new products."

Lu Rong: "Don't worry about this, a popular new product, I have already thought about it for you."

Lao Wang: "What new product?"

Lu Rong: "The formula is three thousand."

Lao Wang: "You want to sell me three thousand for a recipe, you grab the money?!"

Lu Rong: "Selling is about your love and my wishes. If you don't want to, you can hold your wallet tightly, and you can't grab your money."

Pharaoh: "..."

Pharaoh: "It's cheaper!"

Lu Rong: "I don't need to charge you. But every time you sell one copy, you will give me a 10% commission."

Lao Wang: "Fuck. Think of me as a fool. This must be a cheap buyout of 3000!"

Lu Rong: "Give me 10% even if I buy a share, I promise you will return to the original one in half a year and enter the store in three years to open a chain."

Lao Wang: "...I don't know if I can return to the current one in half a year and enter the store in three years to open a chain, but I know you can really brag."

Lu Rong finished picking all kinds of fish and placed them in the bicycle frame: "Go back and think about it."

Lao Wang thought for a while: "What's your mother's situation?"

Lu Rong: "Yeah. According to my observations, this is the case."

Pharaoh thought for a while and took out Alipay: "3000?"

Lu Rong said nothing.

Lao Wang: "3000 is 3000." Ready to transfer money.

The page shows: Insufficient balance.

Pharaoh changed several cards, all showing that the balance was insufficient.

Lao Wang flushed and smiled at Lu's gradually expanding evil smile, sweating on his forehead, and finally hid the phone in his trouser pocket and took out the cigarette in a gloomy manner.

Lu Rong's face was cold: "I'm underage."

Lao Wang had to take the cigarette back.

In the sunset, Lu Rong walked with him on his bicycle, patted his shoulder comfortingly: "For the better, we will be partners from now on."

Pharaoh: "Go away."

The two walked downstairs to the tube, and stopped together. At this time, there was a car parked downstairs that shouldn't be here. The paint was shiny, reflecting the sunset in the sky, and the champagne-white surface of the car seemed to be flowing with flames.

Lu Rong supported the bicycle and stepped forward at the same time as Lao Wang, staring at the creamy and silky surface of the car.

Staring at him, Lao Wang raised his hand and straightened out his little hair.

Lu Rong looked at his reflection: "Bentley Mulsanne has a long wheelbase luxury top-fitting, tens of millions."

Lao Wang: "Which Kazakhstan batch will buy this kind of car?"

The bear kid in the tube building is holding a stone to scrape up.

Lu Rong grabbed his hand with a sharp look in his eyes: "Don't touch it!"

Lao Wang took the child and pushed it back: "Understandably, the feeling of hatred for the rich, don't be so fierce, this is not your car." Xiong's parents are four in a row.

Lu Rong said: "You don't know if you will develop in the second half of your life, and you don't know if you will drive this kind of car some day. If this is your Bentley, it is scratched, do you feel distressed?" said After turning around, carrying a bag of fish upstairs.

Lao Wang leaned on the car door, lit a cigarette deeply, looked at Lu Rong's back, and moved his eyes to the sky: "How come this kid has so much coercion in his mouth all day long."

The Bentley's window was lowered.

Driver: "Thank you not to lean on the car."

Old Wang: "...oh."

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