For Fang Wenjin and Liu Xuqiang, there is no concept of more than 30,000 yuan.

But when they really put the money on the coffee table, they can truly feel that it is actually about the same thick as a tiled brick, with a pile of red cash. But it is obviously a pile of paper, but it makes people feel that it is very heavy.

At the same time, they finally understood why Qi Ming wanted cash, because counting money is really a particularly satisfying thing.

More than 400 burned and copied games, a total of more than 34,000 yuan is spent.

After counting the money skillfully, Qi Ming took out 10,000 yuan and put it in front of Fang Wenjin. "The scattered ones sold before are not forgotten. Just use the hard work fees these days. This is the manuscript fee for Chinese translation. According to what we said before, a thousand words are one hundred."

The money was placed on the coffee table, and Qi Ming pushed his hands in front of Fang Wenjin.

I have never done anything out of the ordinary since I was a child. I have always followed the arrangements of my parents. The first time I saw so much money, she didn't reach out to get it right away.

Instead, he looked at Qi Ming with a little nervousness. Although it was the hard money she deserved, Fang Wenjin's opinion was that the money came too quickly.

More importantly, Fang Wenjin grew up under the gaze of the slandered pedantic father like a corrupt scholar. Even though she felt that although the money was earned by hard work as capital, she always felt that she was not at ease.

Seeing Fang Wenjin hesitating, Qi Ming didn't say a word, nor did he try to persuade her. He just took out another 10,000 yuan and placed it in front of Liu Xuqiang. "You are running outside in the past few days of promotion, in the wind and rain. At the product conference, he talked about it for an afternoon and didn't drink a sip of water. Ten thousand yuan is really hard money. If you think it's unreasonable, just mention it."

Liu Xuqiang's visitor did not refuse to smile and took the 10,000 yuan into his pocket, "If you don't talk about these reasonable or unreasonable things, I will give you as much as you give."

Having said that, when he took the money, the fat man's hands were shaking, and he was smiling happily inside, and he was a little flattered. He had no future generations at all. As soon as his family was demolished, he went straight to the 4S store and bought a luxury car worth a million yuan. From then on, he was unruly and unruly.

The atmosphere that followed was a little ambiguous, and Zhao Zeming glanced at the remaining 14,000 yuan on the coffee table.

Although his eyes are straight, he cannot be moved away from the banknotes no matter what.

But he was a little calmer. After all, those who do business at home have seen his father's daily luxury. The businessmen of that era were actually the group who became rich just after reform and opening up. They had a low level of education and were a little reckless in their work and speaking.

Seeing the piles of cash transactions of my father when he was doing business, and looking at the cash banknotes as thick as a brick on the table, Zhao Zeming took a sip of it, "Small money, small money, when my father made his first pot of gold..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Ming took out 4,000 yuan and put it in front of him, "I have been stealing your Fukang these days. Actually, I am also worried that if you are discovered, you will definitely be frying meat with a stick. So there are still risks. What's more, you have come up with a lot of ideas for selling those games. This is your 4,000 yuan. Do you think it's too little?"

Zhao Zeming almost reached for it, but then he thought about it but still didn't reach out. He just imitated his father when he was talking to people about business, drank the green eye-catching green like red wine, and said with a smile: "No, no, no."

After saying that, he seemed to be afraid that Qi Ming would go back on his repentance, and immediately put the money under his own coffee table. "I actually just want to learn to do business, and I can make a little profit."

Looking at Zhao Zeming's pretentious appearance, Liu Xuqiang immediately said, "You are so fucking that the corners of your mouth are almost grinning at your ears. If you ask me to say you don't have a penny. I will do it. Fang Wenjin is responsible for translating and Chinese, and all plans are made. Just like a second brother, you will always part with your luggage. Can the dog-headed military advisor get 4,000 yuan? If you want me, you have a Fukang family. You don't have a driver's license, so I still drive the car."

According to the past rules, when Zhao Zeming heard these words, he would definitely get back regardless of whether he was right or not, but today he was abnormal and smiled and said, "I think we should have a celebration banquet, one is to celebrate our first business, and the other is to say a complete farewell to high school. I will be the organizer, and let's go to Yuexiu!"

Only when Liu Xuqiang heard the name of Yuexiu Restaurant, he muttered and said in a low voice, "This is almost the same. I have to kill you once."

Then Zhao Zeming called in front of the landline to book a seat, while Liu Xuqiang counted the money next to him. Qi Ming glanced at the coffee table, but Fang Wenjin still didn't dare to take that ten thousand yuan.

He immediately grabbed the money, then put it in a white envelope and stuffed it into Fang Wenjin's schoolbag.

"It's boring to compete with yourself as you deserve." Qi Ming said with a smile.

"I just think the money comes too quickly..." Fang Wenjin's voice became thinner the more she spoke.

Qi Ming zipped Fang Wenjin's schoolbag and said, "If you have something to say, you will say it clearly."

"I just think that this money is a bit unrestrained." Fang Wenjin gritted her teeth and lowered her head unconsciously. "My father always says that a gentleman does something and does not do anything. I think you should seriously consider it and have your own career plan and life direction in the future. After all, you can't always go astray if you do anything in your life."

"Your father, do you still want to replace his old Phoenix bicycle? I have seen the broken bike. Except for the bells that don't ring, you can hear your dad riding a bike back half a street." Qi Ming interrupted her and threw her schoolbag into Fang Wenjin's arms. His behavior was very rude: "You have made money now, shouldn't you change his bicycle first? Then talk about what kind of gentlemen do and what they don't do? As for the chicken soup in your heart, leave it to a loyal listener like Zhao Zeming."

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Compared with high-end restaurants of that era, Yuda International Trade's quasi-five-stars should be unique, but that is a hotel. Not to mention five-stars, seven-star and eight-star gourmets are not rare.

Twenty years ago, there were three major restaurants in Zhongzhou. In addition to the East and West Garden, it was Yuexiu.

Even from the aesthetics and perspective of later generations, Yuexiu's architectural style is very stylish in northern cities. You can tell at a glance that it is high-end and has a high price. It is said that Wang Shixiang has also been here for a high evaluation. Unfortunately, he insisted on his feelings and did not transform, and his management was not good enough and he was taken over by Dong Laishun.

You can tell from the name that Yuexiu cooks Cantonese cuisine. The so-called food in Guangdong, and you can cook southern Cantonese cuisine in the north for 30 years. It’s really not possible without two o’clock.

In the afternoon, Zhao Zeming barely booked a medium-sized private room by phone. When the four of them got off at the door of a taxi, the waitresses wearing big red and purple cheongsams didn't look at them at all. Obviously, Mr. Zhao's identity was not easy to use here.

Qi Ming, who was in his previous life, never came to Yuexiu when he was a child. When the money was a little lost, Yuexiu would be gone.

This was the first time he came in, and saw that the high courtyard was wide and elegant, but it was not the kind of exaggeration that was full of gold.

To be honest, Yuexiu's fame lies partly in the dishes, and partly in the style.

At that time, there was no concept of a theme restaurant, but Yuexiu's boss created a place where diners should have gathered to create a kind of elegant place for the people to talk and laugh with great scholars.

There are many masters who have eaten here, but there are more celebrities and big names who have held lectures here later, such as Fei Xiaotong, Wang Meng, and Yang Zhenning who have held academic lectures here.

Therefore, as soon as Qi Ming entered the main entrance, they saw an inscription by Fei Xiaotong: The fragrance of books is beautiful, and the study is beautiful in Zhongzhou.

Looking further, Wang Shixiang's inscription is also: Delicious food is not to be praised, and famous porcelain is beautifully painted to compete for its glory.

But the most conspicuous thing is the huge Chinese painting four meters horizontally and three meters high that you can see when you open the door.

The painting is full of bright red lotus flowers, and are about to bloom, which is a kind of vitality coming to the diners who have just entered the door.

Qi Ming approached the Chinese painting on the wall at this time. He looked closely and couldn't help but stutter. The painting actually came from Huang Yongyu, and the name of the painting was called "Mantang".

After entering the hall, there is a riverside pavilion in the south, which complements the vitality of the pond on the wall. The carved wooden chairs of Ming and Qing dynasties next to the pavilion, and the Ming Sijia Mobao fan that is placed around it, make everything here seem to be in this position, without any redundancy, and without any complexity.

Not only Fang Wenjin, Liu Xuqiang and Liu Laolao, Qi Ming also felt a lot of shock in his heart.

Perhaps in order to regain some face that was despised by the waiter at the door, Zhao Zeming walked while showing off his few knowledge reserves in his stomach.

Qi Ming didn't listen at all, he looked at himself.

While speaking, the three of them went upstairs and into the private room. When they sat down to order food, they saw the price of the menu and disappeared again.

But I couldn't resist the magistrate who came to Yuexiu to treat her to dinner and bragged first, and even ordered two hard dishes. After all, Master Zhao also wanted to save face.

"Are we going to have some drinks?" Liu Xuqiang said maliciously when he was serving the dishes.

Fang Wenjin whispered like a mosquito, "Forget it, the wine here is quite expensive."

"No, no, no wine or atmosphere." Liu Xuqiang continued.

Zhao Zeming hurriedly said, "What wine should I drink? The freshly squeezed juice in their house is pretty good."

"Let's drink some more." Qi Ming smiled, took the menu and called the waiter.

"Just drink beer, I don't know how to drink, and Fang Wenjin is there, so it's not good to drink too much." Zhao Zeming reluctantly handed over the menu.

Qi Ming didn't cheat Zhao Zeming on this once, after all, he just distributed the few thousand dollars.

Only when the dishes are served can you see it, and Qi Ming will understand why this high-end restaurant is high-end.

Regardless of the classic Cantonese cuisine, the recipe for food ingredients is really the original form of Cantonese cuisine. It can also understand why Mr. Wang Shixiang had a high evaluation back then.

The so-called color, fragrance, smell, shape, and meaning. The third-rate restaurant pays attention to color, fragrance, smell, shape, and second-rate restaurants at most add one more instrument, but the most difficult thing to achieve is the last one, meaning.

What are you eating here? Isn’t it the elegant artistic conception of a great scholar who talks and laughs?

Qi Ming felt that no matter in his past and present, he was a complete ordinary person. Seeing this elegant and full of fun, he could not appreciate the slightest tricks inside, he felt that the height was cold, as if he was sitting here, but his feet could not touch the ground.

"Let's have a drink." Qi Ming took the initiative to raise his glass and immediately threw the unique and elegant taste of Yuexiu to the sky.

"It should be, it should be." Liu Xuqiang also picked up the wine glass, Zhao Zeming swallowed a mouthful of the pigeon and raised the wine glass.

Zhao Zeming, who was holding a wine glass, was very nervous. He had not opened up his arms and ordered dishes at this table, but after rough calculations, he was worried that this meal would be more exciting, and he would have to empty the few thousand dollars he had just earned.

But Mr. Zhao's reserve and pretentiousness had to make him insist on eating this meal, even if Liu Xuqiang ordered another bottle of white wine at this moment.

Always wine is a catalyst for emotions, regardless of gender.

The implicit and implicit relationship between men, which is indifferent to words, depends on alcohol, and women have to drink a few glasses when they are half-spoken, otherwise they will not be so young, taking "drink too much last night" as an excuse.

After all, I really have to drink until I feel unconscious, and I can't finish vomiting, but I still have the heart to do that.

The teenagers of classmates should drink and have fun in this way. After drinking a few cups, they will make their childish cheeks red and make the atmosphere a little warmer.

After all, they are still not well-informed. After two or three years of time, after a few glasses of wine and jokes, the stumbling gaps and quarrels over the past period also flowed eastward with a river of spring water after drunk and going to the toilet.

This scene is full of thought and drink a few more drinks, and I sigh at the beauty of this youthful time.
Chapter completed!