The temperature in Beijing in November was only a few degrees. At around 5 a.m., when the weather was still gray, Hou Wenjun, who was wearing a southern single clothes, was blown away by the cold wind from the late autumn to the north as soon as he got off the plane. This sourness was useless even if it was wrapped in a green cotton military coat. After all, Hou Wenjun is from the south and has been staying in the south.`

Zhou Weiguo, who was walking in front, looked at Hou Wenjun, who was trembling with coldness, and laughed and said, "Sorry, Hou Sheng, force you to come to Beijing. I'll ask you to get another piece of clothing for you later."

Hou Wenjun, who was facing the cold wind, did not speak when he heard this, but instinctively accelerated his pace. For the first time, he realized that he was such a person who was afraid of the cold.

After sitting in the car that had been waiting on the runway, Hou Wenjun came to his senses. He looked at Zhou Wei Guolu next to him, "Look for a place to buy clothes first. The weather in Beijing is too cold."

Zhou Weiguo laughed and said, "No problem, Xiao Wang drove to Xidan Department Store." After saying that, he looked at Hou Wenjun and said, "Your store is in Xidan Department Store, right? I have bought a few clothes there, let alone your clothes are so grand when you wear them."

As the car drove out of the airport, Hou Wenjun looked at the early Beijing workers on the roadside wearing blue cloth clothes and riding their bicycles to move forward in the cold wind. Hou Wenjun looked at them curiously for a few glances and suddenly pointed out the window and looked at Zhou Wei Guoluo. "What are these people doing? They carried big bags in the early morning, they couldn't go to fight."

Zhou Weiguo followed Hou Wenjun's finger and looked at the twenty or thirty young men riding bicycles with long cloth pockets on their backs, and smiled and said, "This group of people is indeed going to fight, but in our Beijing, we are not called fighting but fighting. It's very interesting rules, and you will know it slowly in the future."

Hou Wenjun looked at this guy speechlessly with nostalgia. There was no need to ask that Prince Zhou must have been a good person before.

Along the way, Hou Wenjun looked around, looking at everything he saw with curious baby. Zhou Weiguo explained to Hou Wenjun one by one as if he was looking at a rusty bumpkin. He asked questions and answered questions on the way, and he quickly arrived at Xidan Department Store without asking questions.

Zhou Weiguo looked at his watch and said to Hou Wenjun, "The door will be opened at 8 o'clock. I will take you to try our Beijing specialty breakfast. Sour bean juice and fried dough sticks."

Hou Wenjun, who followed Zhou Weiguo to the roadside breakfast stall, regretted it when he first tasted sour bean juice. He really felt that he had been cheated.

Looking at Hou Wenjun's look of wanting to vomit, Zhou Weiguo picked up the bowl on the table and drank a big mouthful of sour bean juice and said, "This is a good thing passed down from our old Beijing."

Hou Wenjun, who had long vomited, ignored Zhou Weiguo's jokes and ate fried dough sticks.

After breakfast, Hou Wenjun felt a hint of warmth, and pulled Zhou Weiguo to the department store. The Gionee store, which opened in Xidan Department Store, spent several hundred thousand to buy it, but he had only seen the photos, and he also wanted to see how the physical store was like.`

Hou Wenjun, who walked into the first floor of the mall, saw the signboard of his store at a glance. Judging from the appearance and the decoration style of the topic, it is indeed much better than other shops.

Hou Wenjun, wearing a military coat, slowly walked into his store and picked two outfits. He smiled and talked about the situation of the specialty store with the sales staff.

Zhao Qing is the manager of this specialty store. After opening the door in the morning, Zhao Qing was a little bored and was watching her staying at the door of the store. She suddenly saw a guy wearing a military coat walking into her store. Zhao Qing, who repeatedly confirmed that she was not dazzled, knew that this person was his big boss Hou Wenjun, and immediately ran to Hou Wenjun enthusiastically to greet him.

The reason why Zhao Qing was able to confirm that Hou Wenjun was her big boss so quickly was that, first, the pictorial model with several sets of styles of clothes in the store was Hou Wenjun, and second, she was from Hou Wenjun's loyal fan (well, Hou Wenjun came with an album).

"Hello, Hou Sheng, I am Zhao Qing, the manager of Gionee Trading Beijing Xidan Department Store. Welcome to visit and guide our work." Zhao Qing walked to Hou Wenjun with a smile and said.

Hou Wenjun waved his hand, pointed at the clothes with a smile and said, "You're welcome, I'm here to shop today. Please help me bring these clothes for me?"

After changing his clothes and dragging the damn military coat and the drunken suit last night, Hou Wenjun replied to his identity as a young man Caizi, and talked to Zhao Qing about the situation in the store with a smile.

In a teahouse in Wan Chai, Hong Kong

While drinking morning tea, he ate breakfast and looked at the unstoppable guest in front of him and said, "I'm not in the mood to talk to you, you'd better disappear in front of me as soon as possible."

Dad smiled and picked up a char siu bun on the table and took a bite and said, "How can you brag? Do you think you are still a big boss? Ma Wangbo fell down, Hou Wenjun also came out to make Lianji, you are useless. Uncle Longgen has already said that Wan Chai area will be re-elected, otherwise we and Liansheng will be beaten out of Wan Chai."

Hearing this, Cheek Chicken looked at him and said, "You don't have to lift the dragon root out and press me, what is he? Wan Chai's turn is not his turn. I'll tell you that even if the leader of Wan Chai is to be replaced, it's not your turn."

Dad spit out the char siu bun in his mouth. He stared at the drumstick chicken fiercely and said, "Boe Deng is talking, now I want to give up the young people like me. My brothers in Tsuen Wan have agreed to abdicate. I will come and I will defeat them in Wan Chai."

Blowing chicken shook his head disdainfully and said, "Have you beat Chen Yaoxing? Or? If you dare to touch the deaf territory, I will give you this position in minutes."

Dad laughed and said, "I know, Hou Wenjun is amazing now. Even Sha Kun has been settled by him. I beat Chen Yaoxinghe, but I didn't say I'm going to beat him alone." As he said that, he nodded behind him as he looked at the chicken.

"Uncle Chicken is so early, I'm sorry to get stuck in the traffic." A voice sounded from behind the blowing chicken. You don't have to turn around and blow the chicken to know that Ale is coming.

Ale walked to the side of the chicken and poured him a cup of tea in a regular manner before sitting down and then said, "This time I joined forces with Dad to enter Causeway Bay, and I hope Uncle Chicken will support us more."

After looking at Ale, he said with dissatisfaction, "It's enough to have you two, why do you guys do with me?" Then he put down the chopsticks in his hand and stood up and prepared to leave.

A Le smiled and grabbed the shoulder of the drummer, saying, "Uncle Chicken cannot say that. Hou Wenjun is doing a couplet, and everyone is not feeling well. If we don't do anything, the signboard with the word "title" will be foul. This time we took advantage of Hong Xingnei to coax and defeat it and snatch it back to Causeway Bay."

Chuji stood there and hesitated for a long time before saying, "It's okay to ask me to retreat, let Longgen come and talk to me in person." Chuji knew that it would be impossible not to give way this time. The underworld has advanced but not retreat. He can't get through the line and block the younger generation behind him. He should be careful that others will knock you down from behind directly. (To be continued.)

ps: Regarding some comments, I don’t want to say more. This is a world that has been changed by the Internet. Think about China in the 80s and was still arguing about capital or social background. Don’t look at people in the 80s and not using the thinking of today’s Internet world today to look at people in the 80s and even if they are. You can also think about yourself. If you travel to the 80s and you really don’t need to remember any stocks or shortcuts. Just take your way of thinking today and you can do something, because your way of thinking alone is already ahead of most people in this world for a whole generation (compared to your parents). As people say, people in coastal cities have been ahead of us in 6 cities, and people in big cities are ahead of people in small cities. Of course, such gaps in the Internet era have gradually been smoothed out (but there are still some, but not as big as before).

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