Chapter 87： It's hard to make money

Chapter 87

Gu Jiaheng got into the car and felt that this day was really bad luck.

Thinking about it, it was still related to Jiang Zhe. Was she taking revenge on herself by choosing Jiang Fanyue and pushing her into the fire pit?

…

Jiang Zhe got off the bus, and a green sports car with a super burnt bun stopped at the intersection.

As soon as she stepped off the bus, a woman wearing a leather coat with all kinds of style strode over and put one hand on Jiang Zhe's shoulder, "Miss, do you have an appointment?"

"What about the appointment?" Jiang Zhe glanced at her and asked casually.

"Drinking, soaking up handsome guys. Are you coming?"

"Not interested." Jiang Zhe shrugged while carrying his schoolbag.

"Don't, Xiao Zhe! I came back from abroad after a long journey, and I didn't come to be rejected by you."

She took off her sunglasses, revealing a charming face.

"Handsome guy, I'm not interested." Jiang Zhe's expression did not change.

"You can always drink! I, Yang Feiliu, will only fly after drinking!"

Jiang Zhe was pulled by Yang Feiliu onto the supercar, his face full of helplessness.

Yang Feiliu is wearing a leather jacket and a leather skirt. The fabric is super-saving and light, and it outlines the ravine in the chest.

Driving is as hot as her outfit. Every time Jiang Zhe takes her car, she misses public transportation.

"Let me tell you, the last time I got the good wine from Yemeng, I sent it back to China after a lot of hard work, and I kept two bottles for you. You have to taste it today."

Jiang Zhe has heard her mention these two bottles of wine countless times. Wine is Yang Feiliu's lifelong hobby.

A good bottle of wine can hang on her mouth for years.

A bottle of good wine from Yemeng, Jiang Zhe knew that if he refused again, Yang Feiliu would probably be taken to the grave.

The car stopped at the entrance of the bar with a swipe. Jiang Zhe got out of the car, stepped on the solid ground, and followed Yang Feiliu into a bar.

The two of them appeared at the door of the bar together, and countless gazes seemed to be beasts looking for their prey, and they all fell on them.

Yang Feiliu is hot and sexy, and she is extremely hot in her clothes.

Jiang Zhe is cold and flirtatious, but his long legs are full of presence, protruding from the school uniform skirt, long and straight.

As soon as the two walked in, the gazes that were cast over also turned from scrutiny to fiery.

"Sit." Yang Feiliu picked a seat first and sat down.

Jiang Zhe sat down with him, his slender legs resting at will, and the school uniform on his body was particularly eye-catching in the bar.

On the other hand, the look on her face was inexplicably frightening. Those staring eyes did not dare to stay on her body for a while, and they all turned their heads to Yang Feiliu, as if they could get something from her with their eyes.

Yang Feiliu snapped his fingers, and a waiter came over immediately.

"Two bottles of the best wine, and a bottle of the wine I have with you."

Soon, the wine came.

Two of the bottles are the top red wine in this bar, and the other bottle, unlabeled and packaged, is plainly placed in front of the two of them.

"I tell you, Xiao Zhe, you must try this wine, I'm sure you will fall in love with it after drinking it." Yang Feiliu said as he poured the wine, "Anyway, with you here tonight, it's alright for me to drink a little more?"

"Drink whatever you want." Jiang Zhe brought his own small half cup, "I'll drink this much."

"Try it. I got it from Yemeng, how does it taste."

Yang Feiliu and Jiang Zhe clink glasses.

Jiang Zhe has no interest in wine and almost never drinks.

It is Yang Feiliu, who is addicted to alcohol like his life. Hearing that there is good wine, he has to ask for a drink if he goes out.

Ginger Zhe took a sip, this wine has a mellow taste, but it tastes good unexpectedly.

For every sip of Jiang Zhe, Yang Feiliu will taste half a cup.

She hadn't finished drinking the half-cup, and Yang Feiliu's bottle was almost bottomed out.

"It's gone so soon?" Yang Feiliu opened another bottle and poured half a glass.

She took a sip and spit it out, "What is this thing so bad to drink?"

"From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality is difficult." Jiang Zhe took a sip of the wine in her glass and watched as she squirted out tens of thousands of bottles of red wine.

It cost a few hundred bucks to say this.

Yang Feiliu picked up the bottle without any label, and tossed it to her mouth again, until the last drop was gone before she put it down: "Can Yemeng be intercepted by others every few days? I It's better to follow along with some wine and make money."

"Yemeng's goods are so good?" Jiang Zhe put down the glass, and a rare blush appeared on his face that was less than drinking.

"You said, if I go and buy Yemeng's goods myself..." Yang Feiliu smacking his mouth.

Jiang Zhe glanced at her, "I may only bring you the wine I got for Qingming Festival."

"Bah ah ah." Yang Feiliu gave up this plan and lost interest in the high-end wine in the glass, "Xiao Zhe, look, at nine o'clock, there is a good little brother."

This is Yang Feiliu's after-drinking reserved show. It was all over the audience, passing through thousands of flowers, and none of the leaves touched her body.

Jiang Zhe watched her stand up unsurprisingly.

"I've been there right now." Yang Feiliu tidied up her clothes and got up.

When she was with the little handsome guy, Jiang Zhe had never been interested, so he lowered his head and replied to the message on his mobile phone.

In the    WeChat group, Xiao Meng and Si Qing, who had returned, were discussing the topic, and Jiang Zheshun wrote an answer in the past.

"That's it, we can't figure out this step. Where did you find the answer, Jiang Zhe?" Si Qing asked.

"Searched online."

"Oh." Si Qing responded, feeling strange, "What network?"

He searched for a long time just now and couldn't find this type of question, otherwise he wouldn't have discussed it with Xiao Meng on WeChat.

"Baidu." Jiang Zhe typed easily.

Yeah? Si Qing scratched the back of his head, does Baidu have it?

Is his Baidu not updated so backward?

Bar, private room on the second floor.

Five or six young men were sitting on the sofa chatting.

Three of them were fighting landlords, patronizing chatting, and one of them lost a lot.

Qin Jingchen sat in the main seat, pinched his fingers and turned them gently.

Rarely does this happen.

Don't mention seeing Lord Qin come to the bar. Before, he didn't even drink alcohol. He always had a cup of tea and a string of Buddhist beads, and he could sit quietly for an afternoon.

In the past few days, Lord Qin has come out more often, so everyone accepts this fact.

However, they have come, and they have been playing with their mobile phones, and I don’t know who is waiting for news or what.

He Zizhou, who dealt the cards, turned around Feng Ye's arm: "What's the situation? Buddhist beads are not fun, Brother Chen has changed to play with his mobile phone?"

"Go, go, stop talking nonsense. Look at your card." Feng Ye took the card and pushed the man's arm back.

But he guessed it. Brother Chen, is he thinking about Jiang Zhe?

Isn't it because the talent went to Qin's house for a few days, and couldn't help but talk about it so quickly?

(end of this chapter)