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Chapter 350 I'm Getting Married (11)

They were busy until around 12 noon when they finally took a break. This time, even though two people were selling vegetables at the same time, they were still exhausted. After all, the business was so good that the two of them worked non-stop for more than four hours.

, this intensity can be imagined.

Fang Zhiqiang sat on a chair, handed a chair to Huang Wanting, and said: Sit down for a while and take a rest.

Huang Wanting sat down on the chair, and the two of them sat there panting. They were indeed tired. It was a cold day, and both of them were sweating.

Fang Zhiqiang lit up a cigarette and smoked it. A cigarette after hard work was more refreshing than a cigarette afterwards. It had a good effect in relieving fatigue and tension. Of course, these were all psychological effects.

When did you come back? Fang Zhiqiang asked.

Arrived yesterday afternoon, yesterday afternoon.

Is your brother's wedding over?

Well, it's over.

So you don’t plan to go home to celebrate the New Year? Fang Zhiqiang asked, you rushed here a few days before the New Year, obviously you don’t plan to go back to celebrate the New Year.

I won’t go back. I don’t have the money to go back to celebrate the New Year. This time I went back and gave them all the money I had. I don’t have the money to go back to celebrate the New Year. Even if I go back to celebrate the New Year, it doesn’t mean much. It’s better to stay here alone and be free.

.Huang Wanting shook her head.

What about you? Are you going back to celebrate the New Year? Huang Wanting asked Fang Zhiqiang instead.

Go back, go back to celebrate the New Year. Fang Zhiqiang nodded.

Huang Wanting suddenly looked at Fang Zhiqiang with some disappointment, then nodded and said nothing more.

You have a pretty good idea. You can’t handle it all by yourself, so you built this thing. You buy your own food and pay for it yourself. You must be overestimating the quality of these people. How many of them can be honest?

I'll pay for you. Huang Wanting then pointed to the self-service money basket on the floor of the house and asked with a smile.

Don't tell me, the effect is not bad. Although I have to collect so much less money every day, overall it is not bad and I still make money. Of course, there are many problems. It is definitely not as good as selling vegetables, but how can I say it?

, there is no other way, you don’t know,

I have been in the news because of this matter. Do you know why my business is so good? I can be regarded as a small Internet celebrity now, at least in this vegetable market. Fang Zhiqiang said with a smile.

I told you about the interview I gave and then it was circulated on the Internet.

After Fang Zhiqiang had a conversation with Huang Wanting, he got up and went to get some food. He sat at the vegetable stall with Huang Wanting again, eating and chatting.

My dad's health is getting worse and worse. Huang Wanting sighed as she spoke, and then said: Now he has to rely on medicine to survive. Once the medicine is stopped, he will die.

Listening to Huang Wanting saying this, Fang Zhiqiang didn't know what to say.

Are you interested in accompanying me to sing again? Huang Wanting said suddenly.

Huh? Fang Zhiqiang's eyes widened.

I'm very short of money now. I heard that there are a lot of people in the Central Square, and most of them are white-collar elites. As long as you sing well, you can make a lot of money in one night, and

, there is no urban management to chase you. Are you interested in accompanying me? I am very short of money now. Huang Wanting smiled and asked Fang Zhiqiang.

Fang Zhiqiang was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: OK, just right, I am also very short of money now.

I suddenly realized that I really enjoyed singing and singing. Fang Zhiqiang then laughed loudly. He was telling the truth. He did like this feeling.

When? Fang Zhiqiang asked again.

When are you free?

I have to close the stall at about seven o'clock in the evening.

Okay, let's go after seven o'clock. Huang Wanting nodded and said.

You don't have to go to school anymore?

The school has been on holiday since yesterday, so I have no money. I am short of money. Huang Wanting said.

Well, I'll go there after closing the stall.

After Huang Wanting finished speaking, she left. She remained the same and didn't say much.

Fang Zhiqiang thought for a while, then called Wang Yaxin and told Wang Yaxin that he would not go to her place these days because the business was better and he had to get up earlier every day and wanted to do a good job in business these days.

You know, these days he earns more than two thousand dollars every day.

It is already many times more than usual. As a Sichuan fellow said before, the money earned during the Chinese New Year period can account for half of the whole year. For vegetable sellers, the Chinese New Year period is very profitable.

Prime time. And Fang Zhiqiang is now the time when he is most short of money.

Fang Zhiqiang closed the stall when it was almost dark after selling all the vegetables. When he went out to drive, he discovered that one of the rear tires of his car had no air at all. Fang Zhiqiang was a little confused as to what was going on. He took a closer look.

Upon inspection, he saw a very long nail next to the tire. When he saw this, Fang Zhiqiang understood and cursed angrily: Damn it, which grandson did such an immoral thing? Pricked my tire.

But what's the use of scolding? In the end, Fang Zhiqiang could only reluctantly drive the car to a car repair shop one kilometer away, and repaired the tires before driving home. Although it was not a big deal, it was very influential.

Feeling.

In fact, Fang Zhiqiang knew that it must be another vegetable vendor who deflated his tire. He was jealous and jealous, and had no choice but to take advantage of Fang Zhiqiang, so he resorted to this underhanded trick.

After unloading the car, Fang Zhiqiang took a shower, and without having time for dinner, he drove to Huang Wanting's place to pick her up. Then, according to Huang Wanting's instructions, the two drove to the Central Square. They looked for it in the Central Square.

I found a place near the subway exit and started my life of singing.

For Fang Zhiqiang, accompanying Huang Wanting to sell and sing was actually more of an interest than a desire to make money. Deep down, Fang Zhiqiang was actually a standard literary young man.

Most of the time, Huang Wanting sings, and Fang Zhiqiang helps with the guitar. After all, Huang Wanting sings much better than him. And Fang Zhiqiang also likes this feeling. He likes to listen to Huang Wanting sing, and it feels so satisfying.

It makes people feel relaxed and happy, and Huang Wanting’s singing is always easy

It's touching. Listening to Huang Wanting's singing is like watching a touching movie. She can easily take you into the world of her singing and let you feel the happiness and sadness in her singing. After listening to a song, it's like listening to a touching movie.

Finishing a story is like watching a movie, which is unforgettable for a long time.
Chapter completed!
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