On the side of the road, Mark's black Santana sedan slowly drove, but the one who drove was Mark's girlfriend Anna.

Anna picked up Mark into the car first. Mark got drunk too much and she was worried that she let him drive on the road.

Mark got into the car and waved to Jinjiu, saying, "We'll take you there!"

Jin Jiu greeted Song Zhichao and Uncle Kun and went to Santana.

At this time, the big phone number "beeping" in the car, Mark was holding.

Mark connected with his elder brother, and as he beat him, his face became strange.

In a moment, he actually handed out his elder brother's phone number from the car window and said to Song Zhichao: "Achao, please answer the phone."

Song Zhichao was slightly stunned and soon guessed something. He reached out and took the big brother Mark handed it in his hand. It was very heavy. No wonder he was called the ancestor of the "brick machine". After weighing it for a little, it was at least about one pound.

He put his elder brother to his ears. Before Song Zhichao could speak, a familiar voice from Master Su had already heard from over there: "Is it Song Zhichao? Do you know I am the next one?"

"Old Su, you have only been away for a few hours, and you have become lively again." Song Zhichao said with a smile.

Master Su snorted coldly over there, as if recalling his embarrassing attitude of being hit by an egg sandwich this morning.

"Song Zhichao, don't be stubborn! I just conveyed my blessing to Mark on behalf of the eldest lady, hoping that he can run the Caesar Dance Hall and not be stolen by Cha Yongxiao's Broadway. As for you..."

Master Su deliberately paused, then laughed: "Miss Fu has something to tell you... How can the light of fireflies compete with the sun and the moon? You, a bad boy from the mainland, even if you have the ability, you are just a penniless worker!"

Song Zhichao held the big brother, didn't say anything, and didn't even have too much emotional fluctuation.

This made the master Su on the other side of the phone very dissatisfied. He thought that Song Zhichao should have some reaction after hearing this.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

"Listen." Song Zhichao said casually.

"Is it really listened? Do you know what I mean?"

"Oh, you said I'm a working man. Yes, I'm just a working man, that's right."

Master Su was so angry that he was so angry that he was over there, "Our eldest lady will stay in Pan Yu for three months...Song Zhichao, just use your skills to see if you have any, and see if you are a dragon or a snake!"

"Are you wrong? I'm a dragon or a snake in charge of her bird affairs!" Song Zhichao hung up the phone directly.

On the other end of the phone, "Song Zhichao! Hey, Song Zhichao! You are talking! You are frustrated! You are so nasty! You dare to hang up my phone, I will rush you!"

Mark, Jin Jiu and Uncle Kun all looked at Song Zhichao with admiration - if they heard it right just now, Song Zhichao scolded Fu Qingying on the phone and said, "Do you care about her bird's affairs."

Damn, I have a genital!

...

Mark and Jinjiu left in a Santana sedan.

Only Song Zhichao and Wu Bingkun were left at the entrance of the hotel.

Uncle Kun drank a little too much, so Song Zhichao helped him first, waited for the second to come, and took him home in the traffic jam later.

Uncle Kun's tongue was a little big, and he stared at Song Zhichao and said, "Achao, you are a smart person. When I was so old, I was confused and didn't understand anything. It's good to be young. You dare to fight and fight, but you are not afraid of losing! I can't do it. I'm old and can't fight anymore." I don't know what I remembered, Uncle Kun's eyes were a little red.

Song Zhichao said, "Uncle Kun, do you have a business card? Give me one of your business cards."

Wu Bingkun took out his business card from his arms.

The business cards of this era are very precious, and only those with status and status can have business cards.

Wu Bingkun didn't understand what Song Zhichao wanted to do for his business card, and said, "There is my phone number on it. If you need anything, you need my help. Even though I am not capable and have a little slick in my life, I admire you very much - Achao, remember to come to me in the future!"

It is obvious that Uncle Kun regards Song Zhichao as a friend.

Song Zhichao didn't answer. After taking the business card, he took out a pen from his pocket, and then wrote down his name on the business card with the three big words "Song Zhichao".

After Song Zhichao finished writing, he handed over the business card to Wu Bingkun and said, "Uncle Kun, whether you believe me or not, I don't like to owe favors. Please keep this business card. When the dance hall encounters any difficulties, you can use it to me. I have no choice but to define it!"

After saying that, Song Zhichao saw that Wu Bingkun was still stunned, so he gently stuffed his business card into Wu Bingkun's suit top, patted it, and said, "Uncle Kun, take care of yourself!"

One car came over, Song Zhichao helped Wu Bingkun into the car, told the location, and the car left.

Inside the car, Wu Bingkun came to his senses and turned his head to look. He saw Song Zhichao waving at him from behind. The afternoon sun shone on him, looking particularly heroic.

Wu Bingkun shook his head, touched the business card in his pocket that was equivalent to "promise", and said, "It's great to be young."

For Wu Bingkun, he didn't believe that Song Zhichao could really solve the crisis in the dance hall in the future. If even Mark was at a loss, what could Song Zhichao do as a worker from another place?

But Wu Bingkun still put away this business card. At least, it was a memory, isn’t it?

...

After Song Zhichao sent Wu Bingkun away, he smoked a cigarette on the side of the road.

For him, his mission has been completed and he has earned 10,000 yuan in three days. The most important thing is that from now on, no Mark or Fu Qingying will appear in front of him again.

If possible, now he just wants to be quiet for a few days and then plan for the next step.

"Well, I'm so tired!" Song Zhichao bit the cigarette and stretched out his arm lazily.

At this time, a car slowly drove in front of him.

There is no way. Although there are many people these days, there are more people eating in big hotels. It is already very good to be able to stop a car at the entrance of the hotel.

After getting on the bus, the driver asked him where he was going.

Song Zhichao put out the cigarettes and threw them out through the car window, saying, "Go to the staff dormitory of the developed toy factory!"

The "face" of this era is said to be running fast. Before Song Zhichao could sniff in the car for a while, he had already arrived at the street outside the dormitory. The driver said that the streets of this place were too narrow and the car could not enter.

Song Zhichao paid 90 cents of the car, and then got out of the car with a briefcase.

After getting off the car, I looked up at the sun above my head, and the heat of summer came directly.

Song Zhichao found a small shop selling cold drinks next to him, bought a frozen watermelon, picked it up in a plastic bag, and walked into the dormitory.

Along the way, people who knew him pointed at him, with complex eyes. Some people even avoided him when they saw him, and hid from him like they were evading the plague. When they saw him turn their heads and leave.

This attitude of the workers made Song Zhichao feel like a "clean street tiger".

In fact, Song Zhichao didn't have to think about it and understood why. He offended that guy Zhao Jinbao, but that guy was the production manager of the toy factory, and no one dared to get so close to him.

As for the others pointing at me and saying something, Song Zhichao didn't hear it clearly and was too lazy to pay attention to it.

In this way, Song Zhichao was indifferent to the watermelon in one hand and briefcase in the other, and walked towards the place where he lived in a swagger.
Chapter completed!