Porcelain industry leader

Chapter 24 Less useless chapters, come here!

A word suddenly flashed in Lu Qingchi's head: tacit understanding.

Although he thought about it for a long time and didn't know how the tacit agreement was written, it was a tacit agreement.

He hugged his phone and replied: It's much better [smile]

Song Yu leaned back in the driver's seat and patted his forehead.

A Brilliant Fish: Could you stop sending the smiley emoji.

Gu Qingchi: Why?

Song Yu felt that he had no way to explain clearly to this retarded man.

A talented fish: no why!I don't like this expression, okay?Let me see it again and I will block you!

Gu Qingchi: Is it because your ex-girlfriend often sends you emails? [Smile]

A talented fish: Gu Qingchi, if I hear you mention my ex-girlfriend one more time, I'll make you flat, believe it or not!

Lu Qingchi: [Smiling] Hehe, I don't believe it.

Song Yu was almost speechless, wasn't this mental retardation really intentional! ?

A talented fish: come out for me!

Gu Qingchi: Where are you going?

A talented fish: Aunt Zhou's Zhajiang Noodle House.

Gu Qingchi: What are you doing there?

A Brilliant Fish: Crap!Come here for noodles, of course!if not!Do you wipe the floor?

Gu Qingchi: You don't go to work?

A brilliant fish: Just finished talking to a client, ready for lunch, cut the crap, come here!

Gu Qingchi: Immediately.

Song Yu unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. It would be time for dinner, and people rushing to and from the alley like little fish grabbing food.

The old alley where the Zhajiang Noodle Restaurant is located is very old, and the ground is still paved with bricks. There are old-fashioned residential buildings on both sides of the alley, and the tiles on the roof can fall off when the old north wind blows.

This kind of old house is generally only those old men and women who have been here all their lives are willing to live in, or they are rented to those who come from other places to work.

The stores that can still survive in the alley are all of a certain age. Although the decoration is dilapidated, the source of customers is very stable. They are all old businesses, or new businesses brought by old businesses.

Like him.

If it weren't for Gu Qingchi, he might not have known that there is such a memorable century-old brand in this city in his life.

The business of the Zhajiang Noodle Restaurant is still as hot as the last time I came here. The proprietress spread the folding tables and chairs outside the door. Song Yu was afraid of the sun, so he sat inside and waited.

When the proprietress came over with a smile and asked him what to eat, he said, "I'll wait for someone and order later."

"Okay." The proprietress poured him a glass of water and went to greet other guests.

Gu Qingchi's immediate success lasted for at least 20 minutes, and two groups of people were replaced at the next table.

It made him very embarrassed to sit and play with his mobile phone, and he always felt that the eyes of the proprietress had switched from "this young man is quite handsome" to "why he just occupies the latrine and doesn't shit".

Song Yu couldn't bear it any longer, so he sent another message.

A talented fish: do you do your makeup at home?

Gu Qingchi: No, I'll be right there.

A talented fish: You've been here for almost half an hour, and the girl is out of the court without you taking so long, I'll order first, and I'll help you order what you eat.

Gu Qingchi: Same as you.

Song Yu ordered two orders of the signature noodles with fried sauce, and added a dish of stewed beef. Seeing that the big ribs ordered by the table next door looked delicious, he also ordered two big ribs.

After Gu Qingchi finished washing, he threw all the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Dad didn't come home all night last night. When he went out, he deliberately walked around the mahjong parlor and found that the door was closed.

This is a bit strange, Dad actually left without saying a word to him?

He flipped through the phone's address book to make sure he didn't miss his father's number.

Could it be that you lost your temper because of what happened last night?

Hey, it's so fucking annoying.

He has to watch the door again today.

"Did you just get out of bed?" Song Yu moved to the side. The seat he occupied was a four-seater, and the two seats opposite him were just taken by a young couple. For some reason, when he saw Gu Qingchi's face lost his temper immediately.

"You just woke up when you sent me a message." Gu Qingchi pulled out his chair and sat down, reaching out to take the chopsticks from Song Yu.

"Has the fever gone?" Song Yu asked, Gu Qingchi's face still looked pale.

"I don't know, I haven't measured it yet," Gu Qingchi broke away the disposable chopsticks, "But it should be almost returned."

"Are you still dizzy?" Song Yu stretched out his hand and touched Gu Qingchi's forehead. It still felt a little hot, but it was much better than yesterday, and it is estimated that he has almost receded.

"It's okay." Gu Qingchi didn't dodge, and lowered his head to stir the noodles, because it had been served for a long time, and the noodles were a little sticky.

"Why is your voice so hoarse?" Song Yu asked.

"I don't know either. I guess someone strangled his neck while sleeping at night." Gu Qingchi picked up the water glass on the table.

Song Yu still had noodles in his mouth, just as he raised his hand to stop him and said that was what I just drank, Gu Qingchi drank it up as soon as he raised his head.

The words that were about to pop out of his throat were swallowed again, Song Yu just pretended not to know, lowered his head and continued to suck the noodles.

Gu Qingchi had a sore throat, and his eating speed was not as good as usual, and he chewed a big piece of food slowly for a long time.

"No appetite?" Song Yu asked.

"No," Gu Qingchi pointed to his Adam's apple, "It hurts."

"I have throat lozenges in the car. You can take one back later. It's refreshing. Although it's impossible to take it all at once, it will be much more comfortable to swallow." Song Yu said.

"Well, thank you." Gu Qingchi nodded.

"Go home later and have a good rest. If I had known about your virtues, I wouldn't have dragged you out for dinner." Song Yu said.

"I was going to eat." Gu Qingchi said immediately.

Song Yu smiled, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Are you going to work?" Gu Qingchi turned his head and glanced at him.

"It's okay, don't worry, eat slowly." Song Yu lowered his head and checked Weibo.

Gu Qingchi stared at Song Yu's mobile phone screen while eating noodles, "You just passed by, you haven't finished reading the words yet."

"Just look at the picture," Song Yu said with a smile, "How about I register an account for you to play with?"

"Oh, good." Gu Qingchi took out his phone, he wanted to know what people like Song Yu were watching every day.

Song Yu applied for an account for him, "What kind of nickname do you want?"

"Gu Qingchi." Gu Qingchi said.

"Change one." Song Yu said without hesitation.

Gu Qingchi thought that he probably had the same nickname as someone else, so he said, "Then Gu Qingchi 1108."

"No, can't you use your full name as a nickname!?" Song Yu was almost speechless, "No one uses their full name for everything! I'm convinced!"

"Then what name did you choose?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"It's the same as my WeChat name." Song Yu said.

"Oh," Gu Qingchi thought for a while and said, "How about Qingchi 1108?"

Song Yu didn't want to talk to him anymore, a sentence with a lot of words suddenly flashed in his head, and he typed it in, and then helped him follow some funny big V bloggers.

He can no longer let Gu Qingchi spend his free time on poisonous chicken soup in Moments.

After taking the phone, Gu Qingchi glanced at it, and frowned, "Why are you sleeping in the pond and drizzle? What does this word read?"

"Mandarin duck, mandarin duck's mandarin duck." Song Yu said as he walked.

Gu Qingchi repeated the name again, "Does it mean that two mandarin ducks are sleeping in the pond?"

"That's the meaning, anyway, it's just a poem." Song Yu didn't bother to explain so much to him.

"Oh~" Gu Qingchi smiled and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. He felt that Song Yu was very powerful, and he could say a poem with Chi casually.

As expected of a man of culture, he envied him very much.

Song Yu found several Longjiao powder from the car, "What flavor do you want?"

Gu Qingchi didn't understand any of the words on the package, so he could only say, "It's blue."

"This tastes delicious." Song Yu pointed to the lemon one.

"Then take this," Gu Qingchi took a yellow one, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Song Yu threw the rest back into the car.

Gu Qingchi, who was eating and taking, was a little embarrassed. He wanted to invite Song Yu to have a drink, but Song Yu had to give up because he was rushing back to the company for work.

Dad has been out for more than a week this time without any news.

For the first time, Gu Qingchi felt a little anxious. It wasn't that he was worried about what would happen to his father. After all, he was an old man. He just felt that it was a waste of life to squat in the mahjong hall every day and do nothing. He wanted to go out and find a job, to be safe and secure The stable one.

Before he met Song Yu, he never had this kind of awareness, he just felt that every day was a day, anyway, taking a single order could make him calm down for ten days and half a month.

But now he really wants to experience Song Yu's life.

There is a fixed schedule every day, as long as you complete the daily tasks, you can have a fixed income. You don't have to worry about being retaliated against, and you don't have to worry about getting hurt the next time you "run business". You can also introduce your career to others openly , the more unrestrained point is to hand out your business card like Song Yu.

Just thinking about it makes me feel cool.

"Xiao Gu, pour me a glass of water!" someone outside shouted.

Gu Qingchi lazily got up from the sofa, and walked out with a hot water bottle.

"Is it cool and white? It's too hot, why don't you pour hot water?" The uncle was slightly dissatisfied.

"Either it's mineral water, you give me five yuan to run errands and I'll help you go out and buy it right away." Gu Qingchi said.

The uncle took out three steel coins from his pocket, "That's all I have. You can buy me a bottle of C'estbon, and the extra will be used for running errands."

Gu Qingchi sighed.

It is different from person to person.

As soon as Song Yu made a move, it was ten steel coins.

"It needs to be iced." The uncle continued to add.

Gu Qingchi ignored him, turned around and went into the room, put on his earphones and continued to browse through Song Yu's circle of friends.

Song Yu hasn't contacted him for the past few days, and he can't find any decent topics to chat with, so he can only check his latest developments.

"There is a galaxy between the hairdresser's bit and the customer's bit."

The accompanying picture is a selfie with rolled eyes.

Gu Qingchi didn't quite understand the text, but he could tell that Song Yu had changed his hairstyle.

Her hair was cut short, and she looked clean and neat. It felt like she had jumped back from an urban youth to her high school days.

Song Yu said in the comments, "I asked him to cut a little bit, not a little bit left, TT"

Seeing this, Gu Qingchi understood it, and smiled for a long time with his neck raised.

In fact, if you look closely, you didn't cut much. Originally, the hair behind his ears was short, but the bangs were cut off. It looks like a big change.

Gu Qingchi hesitated for a while, and finally left a sentence in the comment area: It's pretty good.