Gan Qing: "What happened to your father later?"

Yang Yifan replied: "Later, I finally agreed to go to work. I asked someone to find a job and opened the elevator on this floor."

Gan Qing: "Open...what?"

Yang Yifan said: "Oh, you don't know. In the early years, there were not many residential buildings with elevators. Although this building is old and shabby now, it was relatively fashionable back then. Many people were not used to this thing, so the neighborhood committee paid for it.

Arrange someone in the elevator to open and close doors according to floors. No one does this anymore."

"Every day from six in the morning to twelve in the evening, he would sit on a small table and bench, make a pot of tea, and chat with anyone who came over. This job can be done as long as you know numbers, and it requires no skills or skills.

There is no need to work hard. A big man has a family and a family, and his monthly salary is always in line with the minimum wage. The little money he earns is not enough to buy home remedies and food. But in any case, this is a serious job, and it is better than idleness.

It’s much better to fool around with those bad friends.”

Yang Yifan turned the mobile phone in his hand. It was a pair of hands without any barbs. They were extremely well-maintained, with even flesh and bones, and looked pampered: "When I was a child, I wrote words of gratitude to your master in my diary, but unfortunately

Unfortunately, that diary was discovered by my father."

Gan Qing was surprised.

Yang Yifan stopped talking. At this time, someone in her group that quickly refreshed the screen sent a private message to her. With Gan Qing's hearing, even if it was a normal mobile phone with no sound leakage, she would still hear someone calling in the same room.

When he saw what the person on the phone was saying, he grabbed a handful of toffee and prepared to go back to the house to avoid it.

"It's okay," Yang Yifan waved his hand, "A European purchasing agent, nothing serious."

After she finished speaking, she directly clicked on the audio to listen.

"Happy New Year, dear!" A very sweet female voice came from the phone. As soon as he heard this tone, Gan Qing knew that it must be a colleague. Except for the sellers, no one spoke like this. "That bag that was crazy out of stock last time"

I finally found the bag for you, and there’s a discount. I’m not happy about it! You can give it to yourself as a New Year’s gift!”

Yang Yifan's expression was a little confused, maybe he didn't remember which one he wanted.

The other party sent a series of pictures over "ding ding dong dong" and said: "I will give you a quotation. The purchasing fee will be calculated according to the old rules and I will give you a discount for regular customers. Hurry up and send me the color and model you like, baby.

.I must let you carry it out on the first day after the Spring Festival holiday."

After Gan Qing listened, he got goosebumps all over his body and planned to go back and try to develop all his customers into "babies".

Yang Yifan flipped through the pictures, shared his phone screen with Gan Qing, and asked her: "It's okay, right?"

"Still..." Gan Qing didn't have time to see whether the bag was round or flat. She saw the quotation sent by the purchasing agent first, and almost bit her tongue. Before she could finish counting, followed by a few zeros, the information was swiped.

After going up, she suddenly didn't dare to make any comments - it was suspected of being contemptuous of the RMB.

I heard Yang Yifan next to me replying in an understatement: "I don't want the black and yellow ones, but the other ones are the same. I'll transfer the deposit to you?"

Gan Qing: "..."

She felt that she could go out and brag in the future, after all, she was someone who had lived next door to a rich man.

"I'm sorry, dear," the purchasing agent said softly, "Now all the more expensive purchasing agents here charge full payment. We have known each other for so long, so you should still be able to trust me, right? Now, except for you,

I won’t take orders from other people anymore from old friends.”

"Okay," Yang Yifan said as he was wealthy and didn't care, "Why did you start collecting the full amount at once?"

"Oh, it's actually Coco," the purchasing agent hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but say, "I brought her a pair of boots from Italy before. It's been several months since I sent the items, and I still have half of the balance left.

Call me. Maybe there is something wrong with the courier? But she didn’t get a reply when I sent her a message, she couldn’t get through on the phone, and I can’t get in touch now... Oh, I’m not complaining to you. We’ve known each other for so long.

It’s just shoes, it doesn’t matter if I give them to her. I’m just a little worried about her. You seem to have a good relationship with her. If you meet her after the New Year, just remind me.”

Yang Yifan raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "Which Coco?"

Even across the ocean, you can hear the daigou laughing so hard: "How big is your harem, my God! I just appreciate your ruthless and unrighteous demeanor - even on New Year's Day... I'm still with you on New Year's Eve."

Let’s eat steak.”

Yang Yifan was even more confused: "On New Year's Eve, my skirt was too tight and I didn't have enough food at my company's annual meeting. After the party, I made up for a late night snack and ate it myself."

The purchasing agent was silent for a while, and then sent a screenshot of Moments.

The photos above looked familiar to Yang Yifan, so she took a closer look - they were photos she took herself!

On New Year's Eve, she was bored while waiting for the food, so she took a few photos of the night view of the restaurant. Someone took them, cut off the watermark, slightly adjusted the angle of the photos, and added the text - "make an appointment".

The purchasing agent said: "Well... the time she sent you the picture was only ten minutes apart. I saw that you two seemed to be in the same place, so I left her a message and asked her if she saw you. She said she was with her 'good sisters'

Appointment."

Yang Yifan: "..."

Purchasing agent: "There was also Christmas, and she even sent you a car. Uh... this is embarrassing. I always thought you two had a good relationship... so you didn't know?"

Yang Yifan: "Who is this person?"

Yang Yifan's WeChat address book is too long to flip through, and there is a group of people waiting in it - after all, this is an era when just buying a bottle of facial oil will be chased by the store staff to add WeChat. The posts in her circle of friends are basically about food and drink.

It was just for fun, nothing serious, so it was visible to everyone, and there was no grouping. After searching for a long time, I found this "Coco" account. I can't remember where I added this person. The other person's circle of friends obviously blocked her, so I just

You can see several groups of selfies with the head tilted up and the pouts raised.

"Is there such a drama queen?" The purchasing agent was so shocked that he even forgot to pinch his throat and uttered a very rough and bold mezzo-soprano voice, "She is still in the goddess group, oh shit, no, I have to go

Follow her in the group!"

Because of this episode, another bloody storm broke out in Yang Yifan's group.

"Just kidding, we met on the app for planting grass and selling goods," Yang Yifan said, "There are all kinds of weird things."

Gan Qing said "Ah" with a confused expression.

"Whatever I buy, I take pictures to show off, and then everyone gets angry and compliments each other. Everyone in the group is knowledgeable, and it's more efficient to be vain." Yang Yifan said, "No one is yelling in your ears, 'You spend money.

Are you crazy to spend tens of thousands to buy a bag?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Uncle Yang's voice coming from the living room: "Wouldn't it be enough to just have a bag to put things in? She also changes it every day! How much is a pound of pork? Okay, stew the ribs every day, enough to stew for several days

Years old! A bag! Alas! Maybe you want to carry a national treasure?"

Yu Lanchuan silently retracted the chopsticks that were reaching for the ribs.

Yang Yifan: "Grandpa, I beg you, can you stop saying the word 'douzi'?"

Old Uncle Yang: "Isn't that just a pocket?"

Yang Yifan: "..."

Uncle Yang said something meaningful: "Whether you have money or not, you have to live your life accordingly. You can make money today, but will you not make money tomorrow? Where have you been in this life? You have to save some money for the long term.

Well! When I was your age..."

The ninety-year-old grandfather began to remember the bitterness and sweetness for a century, which gave the younger generation a splitting headache. They all took up the task of copying tables and washing dishes, just to escape from the scene.

Only Gan Qing calmly moved back to the sofa and sat down. While practicing peeling apples with his right hand, he occasionally interjected words along with Old Uncle Yang's voice, so that Gang Leader Yang would not be a one-man show.

She can write with her right hand, which looks normal, but she can't hold heavy objects very well. Her hand will shake after a long time, and it will also shake when she concentrates. She peels an apple deeply and shallowly. Yu Lanchuan is beside her.

It was frightening to see.

Uncle Yang: "...right, Xiaochuan?"

"Huh?" Yu Lanchuan stared at the knife in Gan Qing's hand. He didn't hear the previous sentence at all and said casually, "That's right."

Gan Qing's hand trembled, and the blade slid forward half an inch, directly hitting the tiger's mouth of his other hand.

Yu Lanchuan was even more nervous than the person involved. He grabbed Gan Qing's wrist and pulled him over to look. Fortunately, Uncle Yang's knife was blunt and did not break the skin, only poking a white spot.

"That knife is fine," Old Uncle Yang said. "Last time Fanfan held it upside down and it didn't cut his hand."

Zhang Meizhen crossed her legs and said "hmm" next to her.

Gan Qing raised his eyes with unknown meaning and glanced at Yu Lanchuan. Yu Lanchuan immediately threw her wrist back as if touching a switch: "Is there such a knife for disabled people now?"

"How do you talk?" Old Uncle Yang patted Yu Lanchuan and looked at Gan Qing's right hand, "Girl, your hand has been around for a long time. Have you seen someone? I know a few people who specialize in this kind of injury.

doctor."

"It's okay." Gan Qing switched the knife to his left hand. Immediately, the apple skin seemed to fall off automatically and rolled down smoothly, "It doesn't matter."

"If you want to do something delicate in the future, it will still be inconvenient to use one hand," Old Uncle Yang said. "Are you still working as a waiter in Tianyi's store? Waiters can't work for a lifetime. What are your plans for next year?"

Gan Qing smiled: "Besides, anyway, I have enough food for myself and the whole family is not hungry, and I don't need to buy... that 'douzi'. It's enough to earn some food."

Lao Yang finally caught a child who was willing to listen to him, and of course he would not let her go easily. He was very dissatisfied with such a perfunctory answer: "You have to plan, save more capital for yourself while you are young - I see you

He is very good at cooking, and your master was also..."

Gan Qing's eyebrows twitched slightly, not wanting to discuss this topic with the old man, so she brought up a topic that the other party probably didn't want to talk about, and wanted to end the conversation.

She asked: "Wei Xiao injured your son's bones and disabled his martial arts back then. Don't you bear any grudge for all these years?"

Lao Yang was stunned, but at this moment, Zhang Meizhen next to him sneered: "It's the father's fault if he doesn't raise him or teach him. That kid deserves what he deserves. He should have been killed long ago!"

Gan Qing didn't expect that there was more to this matter than he thought. He looked at this and then that: "Uh..."

Zhang Meizhen stood up without any explanation and picked up her coat: "I'm sleepy, so I went to sleep."

Lao Yang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to stay, but Zhang Meizhen avoided his hand and walked away.

Gan Qing: "Did I mention something that I shouldn't have mentioned?"
To be continued...