The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

"By the way, Hao Zai said that the night you spent with the top dancer in Lido last night, is it true?"

Although this is not a big deal for a young man who has reached the age of nineteen, it is not a good thing to think of him as a boy who is icy and jade, if he opens his head, he will get a bad man's disease in the future.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jianan turned his head, raised two handsome eyebrows and said loudly: "I slept in a room with Jiabao, but I was beaten twenty sticks by the Leopard Lord, and I drank alcohol and didn't do anything! "

Qiao Wen believes that he will not lie on this matter, after all, it is not a shame to spend the spring together with a top dancer. He smiled and said, "Is it possible to have a pure chat with a beautiful woman under a quilt?"

Chen Jianan said: "I didn't talk, I fell asleep, and she went to the sofa by herself."

Qiao Wen was momentarily dumb: "Can you be a little manly?"

Chen Jianan took it for granted: "Then I am injured, so I can't sleep on the sofa."

"That's true." Qiao Wen nodded, thought about it, and said, "Brother Nan, you really should have a girlfriend at your age, but if you want to have a girlfriend, you should find a good and innocent girl."

Chen Jianan waved his hand disapprovingly: "What to look for? I don't know what kind of girl I like."

Qiao Wen originally said casually that he had completely dismissed pornographic magazines on the ship before, and said that he was fainting, before thinking that he was deliberately talking nonsense. But think about it carefully, whether it is the memory of the original body or what I have seen with my own eyes since I have known it for so long. Although he does not reject girls and even has compassion, he never seems to have any other ideas, let alone playing a hooligan or something. In the past, he felt that he hadn't learned anything about men and women. Now it seems that he has Then something is wrong.

He tentatively asked: "Brother Nan, you haven't really been interested in any girl since you were a kid?"

Speaking of this, Chen Jianan seems to be a little bit distressed: "Yeah, why am I not even looking at a girl? Do you think it's because I'm facing you every day, making me look too high? It's not beautiful than Xiao Qiao's. , Can't get into my eyes?"

Qiao Wen laughed: "I told you I'm a big man, don't compare me with a girl."

"Good, good, no comparison." Chen Jianan gave him a smirk, and when he was unprepared, he suddenly grabbed a hand under him, "But where are you a big man?"

Qiao Wen frowned, showing a fierce look, and pinched the wound on his back mercilessly.

Chen Jianan was so painful that I yelled strangely: "I was wrong, I was wrong." After screaming, he smiled and turned his head and said, "Xiao Qiao, don't go to the factory today, stay with me at home. You go to work with Siyanzi I’m not happy to stay longer than with me."

Qiao Wen put his clothes away and said, "Alright, I'll call Zihui so that he won't pick me up. By the way, I will buy you a bowl of offal."

Chen Jianan turned his head with a smile and said, "Oh, Xiao Qiao, you are getting better and better to me, Brother Nan didn't hurt you in vain."

Qiao Wen straightened the pillow slightly for him: "Your gunshot wound hasn't been completely cleared, and now there is no good place on your back. Stay on the bed and don't move."

Chen Canan smiled: "Yes."

When Qiao Wen finished the call and returned with two points of assault, Chen Jianan was already asleep on his side.

Qiao Wen put the offal in his hands on the coffee table, walked over to the bed and sat down, silently looking at this face that he was already familiar with.

He is a standard handsome face, with thick black eyebrows, a tall nose, and the wind and sun's skin with a bronze color, but it is smooth and clean, and the whole person is full of healthy and vigorous vitality.

Qiao Wen's hand stretched out to that face involuntarily, but when he almost touched it, he was suddenly inexplicably shocked, and then slammed it back.

Chen Jianan slept in a dark night until noon. He woke up when he smelled the scent of food. He looked up and saw the clock on the wall. He said, "Have I slept for so long? Xiao Qiao, why don't you calls me?"

Qiao Wen smiled and said: "If you are injured, you should have a good rest. What do I tell you to do?"

Chen Jianan rubbed the disheveled chicken coop head, sat up and stretched out his arms, sucked in a cold breath, and said, "Don't say it, it hurts."

Qiao Wen, who was sitting on the sofa serving the meal, looked up at him and said, "Do you think you really don't hurt me? Be honest these days. I have to take care of my body before tossing."

"I know, you are like a housekeeper now." Chen Jianan smiled and moved to the sofa, sat down next to him, looked at the dishes on the coffee table, and said: "Sausage rice, soy sauce chicken, they are all I love it."

Crowded together on a hot day, Qiao Wen pushed him speechlessly: "You don't feel too hot."

Chen Jianan not only didn't move it away, but also deliberately smirked and pressed it tighter.

Although Qiao Wen said in his mouth, the person did not move, smiled and shook his head, and handed him the chopsticks: "I made it. I have already given it to grandma. We have eaten all of these."

"You made it? Don't you know how to cook noodles? When did you learn how to cook?" Chen Jianan picked up a piece of chicken and brought it into his mouth. He opened his eyes exaggeratedly and held out his thumb. Joe, you are getting better and better!"

Qiao Wen said: "What's so great about being a dish? Besides, it's not too complicated."

Chen Jianan chewed and said, "Isn't it because you were afraid of oily smoke before, and grandma wouldn't let you cook." He sighed, "You should be a young master by nature, but it's a pity that you are in the city."

Qiao Wen smiled and said: "If I don't come to the walled city, wouldn't I be able to know you?"

Chen Jianan nodded: "That's true. It doesn't matter, anyway, we will always go out in the future."

Qiao Wen laughed but said nothing.

The two were full and packed. Qiao Wen remembered the suit beside the bed again. He took the clothes over and said, "Brother Nan, this is a sample of our factory's new brand. I took a set of your code. You can try to see how it works?"

Chen Jianan took it curiously and smiled: "I have never worn a suit yet!"

This suit came with a white shirt underneath. Chen Jianan took off his medicinal T-shirt, revealing his body full of scars. Qiao Wen's eyelids jumped, but he didn't notice it. La put on her shirt, wiped her hair like a handsome man, curled her lips and smiled: "How?"

Qiao Wen stepped forward and reached out to fix his slightly crooked collar.

With warm fingers across his neck, Chen Jianan's heart trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyelids subconsciously to look at him.

At this moment, the two were not close enough, Qiao Wen's height just reached his brow bone, and he looked down like this, and he happened to see the other's fan-like long eyelashes, the tip of the nose, and the slightly open lips under the tip of the nose.

Chen Jianan suddenly felt a little hot.

He took a step back subconsciously and raised his hand to hold the collar: "I'll do it myself."

Then he breathed out inexplicably.

Qiao Wen looked up at him up and down, and couldn't help showing a touch of surprise.

As a forty-nine boy in a mess, he has always dressed casually, and occasionally has a bit of a posterior style to kill Matt. But he has a long body and a handsome face, which is actually very suitable for formal wear.

Putting on the upper body in this suit, it was as if he had changed in an instant. He was clearly a chic and handsome noble boy, no one could tell that he was a bad boy from a slum.

The more Qiao Wen watched, the more satisfied he became. He couldn't bear to look away. After looking up for a while, he raised his head and smiled again: "Brother Nan, you are really handsome in a suit."

Chen Jianan was originally thick-skinned like a city wall. At this moment, he was praised by him like this. Looking at his smiling face, for some reason, he suddenly gave birth to a rare aura, and even his hands and feet seemed to have no place to put. He cleared his throat as if trying to cover it up, and said: "I am already handsome, and the first beaut in the city is me." After that, I quickly added, "No, I am the second, you are the first."

Qiao Wen was amused by him: "I am not as handsome as you in a suit."

His words were not modest. Although the original body did have a long evil face, his body was far inferior to the tall and tall Chen Canan.

Because of the praise, Chen Jianan was a little reluctant to take off the suit immediately, and asked curiously: "How much do you sell for a suit like this?"

Qiao Wen said: "We are going to be a mid-to-high-end brand, which is expected to be around a few hundred yuan."

Chen Jianan's eyes widened: "A set of clothes for a few hundred yuan, if you sell a few thousand pieces that year, you will not be able to make a few million."

Qiao Wen laughed: "What about the cost? Although the materials and labor are not expensive at the moment, the store advertising is not a small amount. If you can only sell a few thousand pieces a year, you can't make much money. I forget it, sales. At least 50,000 is considered a preliminary success, and this is only in Hong Kong, and in the future will be sold to Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Southeast Asia and various countries around the world. "There is also the mainland of the motherland that will develop rapidly in the future.

Chen Jianan looked at him with a look of admiration in his eyes, and said sincerely, "It sounds so amazing."

Qiao Wen smiled and said: "This is just an idea. Whether it can succeed depends on the situation." Although in the original book, in order to show the halo of the hero, Lin Zihui was involved in all aspects of the industry, clothing manufacturing is only one of them. He didn't focus on the one described, but he was still very confident in Lin Zihui. In addition, with the rapid economic development of Hong Kong City, white-collar workers and above and the middle class have become an important part of the social group. The mid-to-high-end business formalwear market for local brands is almost blank, which is indeed a good opportunity for them.

Chen Jianan smiled and said, "You and the four-eyed boy will definitely succeed."

"According to your auspicious words."

Chen Jianan turned around, held his shoulders, and said in a moment: "Xiao Qiao, you are really completely different from before."

Qiao Wen smiled and shook his head, as if asking casually: "Then do you like the former me or the present me?"

However, Chen Jianan seemed to be stumped by this question, frowned for a moment, and said: "You used to be like my brother, but now you are not like a brother..."

Qiao Wen interrupted him: "So you don't kiss me now?"

"Of course not!" Chen Jianan explained hurriedly. "It's still the same as before, but it feels a little different. Oh, I can't tell."

He scratched his hair with an annoyed look.

Qiao Wenwen deliberately teased him. Seeing his appearance, he couldn't help but smile: "I understand, people always grow up. You used to take care of me. Now that I grow up, I can take care of you."

"That's not it? If it weren't for you, I would have died in Vietnam."

Qiao Wen: "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to go to Vietnam."

"Why are you saying this again?" Chen Jianan looked scared of him, pretending to rub his hair viciously.

How the formal outfit is done mainly depends on whether it looks like a texture or not. Obviously, it is very good to be able to turn the slums into the suit of the noble son.

After such a long time without serious work, Qiao Wen naturally had trouble catching fish and messing around when he went to work, and started to enter workaholic mode by rolling up his sleeves with the fighting spirit Lin Zihui.

The new clothing brand is called "Mengzhen", a simple and auspicious name. For the two young people, what they hope most now is the cost of their dreams-although Qiao Wen does not know what his dreams are in this era.

Young Master Hui's growth was amazing. In just two or three months, from the very beginning, the young man who was not in the eyes of the workers, turned into a resolute young master. Because of the improved salary, the workers are full of enthusiasm, especially the old employees who have been singled out to enter the new production line, wanting to use their 18 martial arts.

There is no problem with production, and the next step is to prepare for the opening of the first store.

When Qiao Wen went to Vietnam, Lin Zihui was looking at the store. Originally, in order to save rent, he planned to find a store under Lin Zhaoming, but the location was not satisfied.

After Qiao Wen came back for a few days, the two of them left early and went back late and finally settled on a store in Tsim Sha Tsui Commercial Street.

The area is not large, but the rent is extremely expensive, costing tens of thousands in a year. Now, Mingyue Factory’s accounts are just enough to pay the workers, and this rent is simply astronomical to them.

Fortunately, Lin Zihui created a new brand and got a start-up fund from his father, but after paying the rent deposit, there was not much left.

So much so that Master Hui couldn't make a decision after he took a fancy to this store.

Seeing him hesitate, Qiao Wen dragged people to the sidewalk outside the store, and pointed to a few foreign brands nearby: "Have you seen? The dream is really here, which means it is on the same level as these big brands." He pointed to the well-dressed urban men and women who came and went on the road, "and these people are all potential consumers of Mengzhen."

Lin Zihui conceived the future in his mind, thinking that dream would one day become a brand pursued by the city's elites, and his heart was surging, and he patted Qiao Wen on the shoulder: "Okay, just rent this one."

Of course, Master Hui's hand still trembled for a long time when signing the contract.

In a blink of an eye, a month passed. Qiao Wen went out early and returned late. In order to maintain this body, he basically went home to rest and go to bed. And Chen Jianan, who has just become the red stick of Hexing Club, is also very busy these days. Because of the particularity of his work, he often has night actions and comes home more and more late. So the two often fail to meet each other for a few days.

As a result, Chen Canan turned into a bat in the middle of the night and got into the window of Qiao's house, and touched his bed more and more times in Qiao Wen's sleep.

It is often Qiao Wen who wakes up in the morning and sees another person who is asleep next to him.

More than a month later, Hong Kong City entered early winter from early autumn. Of course, there is no winter in tropical cities. The so-called winter is just a day on the calendar, and Qiao Wen finally ushered in a day to leave work early.

Before 6 o’clock in the afternoon, he came to the Longsao Niu Zao who had an appointment with Chen Jianan before parting in the morning. Someone had already arrived first, and a person had occupied a small table. Nearly, immediately smiled and waved: "Little Joe!"

Qiao Wen curled his lips and smiled, walked over and sat down opposite him: "What did you get here?"

Chen Jianan: "Just arrived, there is nothing wrong with today."

While talking, Sao Long brought two bowls of offal on the table. When Chen Jianan stretched out his hand to pass the chopsticks to Qiao Wen, Qiao Wen saw two fresh scars on his arm.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, took the chopsticks, and casually asked about his "work" situation: "What have you been doing recently?"

Chen Jianan picked up a piece of cattle and sent it to the entrance, and said casually: "Go out to collect the accounts, and discuss the site with a few small organizations outside."

Qiao Wen knows that what he calls "discussion" is probably to use force to grab territory. Nowadays, the public security in Hong Kong City is chaotic. Almost every block has gangs who dominate the situation. If you grab a site, you can get more protection fees.

Zhao Shanhai had already planned to expand the society, but Hexing Society, which only covered the sky in the walled city, was actually a small society outside the walled city. It was not so easy to go outside to share a piece of the pie.

Chen Jianan must be doing this difficult task now.

Qiao Wen asked again: "The injury on your hand was caused by a fight with someone?"

Chen Jianan glanced at the scar on his elbow, and said disapprovingly: "Go to the temple street to collect the gambling bill, and there was a conflict with some of the street clubs over there. Don't worry, it's okay. Beat it like a grandson."

Qiao Wen smiled and said quietly: "Brother Nan, I know you fight hard, but don't get addicted to it."

Chen Jianan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that Qiao Wen didn't love him fighting. It's all because of the fist that Leopard Master gave him for more than a month. The frequency of fighting twice in the past three days has made him accustomed to it. Now that he heard Qiao Wen's reminder, he reacted suddenly and said: "Don't worry, I have a sense of measure."

Although the two had less time to meet each other during this period of time, what Qiao Wen did to him was actually heard. In less than two months, his newly appointed red stick is now in the limelight in Hexing Society. Occasionally, on the road, children can be heard admiringly saying "How is Liang Zai Nan".

His ability was originally suitable for this path, but now he doesn't need to hide his clumsiness anymore. It's just that the road has gone too long and it's long, and it's always going to be a road that hurts the world, and it's a dead end.

Qiao Wen raised his head and glanced at him with a smile: "You also have to be careful yourself. Swords and guns do not have eyes. No matter how good your skills are, you may not be in danger."

At this moment, Scar and a few horses also came to eat the offal. Seeing Chen Canan, he first became stiff, and then showed a big smile, walked forward and took out a cigarette, bowed his hands and offered it. On the top, one mouthful one "Brother Nan", doing everything he can to flatter.

Chen Jianan took the cigarette casually, raised his eyelids and glanced at him contemptuously, and said, "It's all right, don't disturb me eating."

"Okay, Brother Nan and your brother eat slowly." Scar and the younger brothers retreated.

In just two months, the Sijiuzai Liangzinan, who could not support the wall, turned into a hot red stick boss in Hexing Society.

It can be seen that the world is unpredictable.

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