Standing on the east side of the river and looking west, the fog was halfway up the center of Baolong. The top floor passed through the clouds, and a red sun the size of an egg yolk hung at the corner of the building. In less than two hours, the clouds and fog dissipated, and this red sun was hard to look at. The dazzling light evaporated the water vapor as usual, making the hustle and bustle of the city even more manic.
In such a city and such a season, Liu Changan still felt the sun was shining. As long as one could get by, one should not let the gloomy clouds cover one's heart. One should be gentle and broad.
Speaking of the sun and living as long as one could get by, Liu Changan thought of an older Japanese drama, "Sunny Days in the Lower North."
The protagonist, Uta, followed his girlfriend to the city to continue his studies and lived in an apartment full of beauties. It was full of benefits, and the beauties showed all kinds of erotic scenes. He and his girlfriend were on and off, and the girlfriend even considered dating a senior who confessed to her. Then, they finally dated. After dating, they went to get a room, and after getting a room, she went to take a shower. She probably calmed down after being showered with cold water, and felt that she still could not let go of the male protagonist … So, the male protagonist finally abandoned a room full of beauties and ended up with his girlfriend.
When Liu Changan watched this drama, he suddenly realized that the core idea of the entire drama was to remind everyone to take a shower before having intimate relations.
Liu Changan went home and moved out the jar of sauce. After drying the chili sauce, he took a cold shower and sat on the balcony to read a book. He was waiting for Zhou Dongdong to deliver the soy milk when he heard a "Pa" sound coming from downstairs. He turned around and found Old Man Qian alone patting the tree beside the Chinese parasol tree.
"You have a problem with this parasol tree? What did it do to you? "Liu Changan looked at Old Qian unhappily.
"This parasol tree was struck by lightning some time ago, which means that it is full of spirit energy. It is especially effective for me to exercise here. Do you know that I have Qi in my hands? This Qi can communicate with this tree. "Old Qian certainly had his own reasons.
"Didn't you say that there was a treasure under the parasol tree, and it absorbed the Treasure Qi?"
"This Treasure Qi and spirit energy are interconnected, involving Yin and Yang and the five elements. You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
"When I was discussing Yin Yang and the Five Elements with Zou Yan, I didn't even know where your ancestors were."
"Hehe, don't brag. I won't argue with you. I just want to take a picture in front of you."
Liu Changan looked at Old Man Qian, and Old Man Qian looked at Liu Changan.
Liu Changan took out his phone.
Seeing that Liu Changan couldn't do anything to him, Mr. Qian immediately felt refreshed. He finally took revenge on Liu Changan for sowing dissension last time.
Liu Changan found a news article and began to read it.
"Uncle Liu is in his sixties this year, and he firmly believes that hitting trees has health benefits. In order to exercise, Uncle Liu often went to the park to hit trees. Unexpectedly, before the effects of his exercise could be felt, Uncle Liu was hospitalized due to a persistent high fever. "
"He might have AIDS." Old Man Qian hesitated for a moment and continued to pat the tree.
"After inquiring about his medical history, the doctor learned that Uncle Liu often went to the park to hit trees in the morning. After examination, it was found that a pathogen called Staphylococcus epidermidis was cultivated in his blood. The doctor said that normal people have Staphylococcus epidermidis on the surface of their skin. If the skin is intact, it won't get sick. The phenomenon of the old man's high fever is because his skin was damaged in the process of hitting the tree. The bacteria took advantage of the situation and caused the clinical symptoms of septicemia. "
After Liu Changan finished reading, he looked at Old Man Qian who was looking at his hands.
"He hit the tree. I just patted … I just patted it …" Old Man Qian hesitantly patted the tree again and then stared at Liu Changan unconvinced.
"Yes, you just patted it. You continue." Liu Changan nodded in agreement.
"Of course, I want to continue." Old Man Qian touched the tree.
"Go ahead and pat it. What are you touching for? It's not like I'm your guest." Liu Changan urged.
"I will touch it if I want to!"
"I will find another news article to read to you."
"Don't read it …" Old Man Qian wiped his hands on his clothes and hurriedly prepared to go home to wash his hands. "I won't do it today. I will do it another day."
Finally, he drove the old man away. Liu Changan pulled a leaf of the sycamore tree that stretched over. We are all old men, but old people are not the same. Can you beat me?
Liu Changan stayed at home until 12 o 'clock. At noon, he went to Baolong Center for a walk. The new store had just opened. He was not too concerned about the business. It was not that he did not care, but he was sure that the business would be very good. Although the variety of products sold in the store was limited, the reputation had spread. A bowl of noodles and a chicken drumstick would also be eaten by many people. Nowadays, many traditional famous stores in Junsha relied on a stinky tofu, a sugar and oil dung to make a name for themselves. Even if they derived other products, in fact, the best-selling products were still the classic products. Other derivative products were often of little value and only increased costs.
When Zhou Shuling saw Liu Changan coming to the store, she quickly pulled him to sit in the corner and looked at him happily.
Liu Changan was ordering.
"Guess how much did we sell it for yesterday?" Zhou Shuling could not help but reach out and press his hand that was holding the phone, reminding him of the important news she was about to announce.
"I won't guess." Liu Changan signaled her to take her hand away with his eyes.
"Why are you like this?" Zhou Shuling was unhappy and did not pay attention to Liu Changan's eyes at all. "We sold it for a lot of money. We are really going to be rich."
"Rich … If we are rich, you can buy a small plane for Zhou Dongdong."
"What small plane? A toy plane? She already has one. "
"I'm serious, how about a helicopter? Zhu Juntang has quite a few."
"Then how can we afford it?"
"You can't even afford a helicopter. How dare you say you are going to be rich." Liu Changan pulled his hand out and poked her overly excited face. "That's all you've got."
"How much does a helicopter cost?" Zhou Shuling touched her cheek that was poked by Liu Changan and asked curiously.
"Hundreds of thousands to hundreds of millions." Liu Changan looked up at the top of the building as if his gaze could penetrate the 93rd floor and reach the hangar on the top floor. "You should set a goal for yourself. In the future, buy a helicopter for Zhou Dongdong that costs hundreds of millions. Then you will be rich."
"Why do you want to buy it for her? "Zhou Shuling doesn't like it." I saw the Third Young Miss's helicopter flying upstairs several times. It was quite noisy. “
"She's not a dog. How can she fly so fast?"
"Even a dog can't fly so fast, right?"
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