Qin Li, who was used to hearing anti-Japanese stories, became alert instantly: from now on, he must make sure An An draws a clear line between himself and Crayon Shin-chan, and resolutely forbid his little sister from playing with him!
"Sure. I'm a student at Linfeng County No. 1 Middle School. I'll deliver it to you tomorrow morning." Qin Ting took another order, and she looked visibly happy.
"Okay, it's a deal." The manager paid a ten-yuan deposit and shook hands with Qin Ting. "My last name is Lu. It's a pleasure to work with you!"
Qin Ting: "Happy cooperation!"
[Wow, my elder sister already has the style of a female entrepreneur.] Qin Anan couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
Qin Ting was praised, her face turned red, and she started to talk: "Manager La, see you tomorrow!"
Lu Qiang:?
It doesn’t matter, just be a spicy manager!
As long as their chili sauce can bring business to the restaurant, it doesn’t matter what his last name is!
Lu Qiang squinted his eyes and looked at the golden glazed tile roof of Jubin Building across the street.
Since the reform and opening up, Jubinlou has been constantly expanding its business, almost taking away all the business on this street. In particular, his old state-owned restaurant has suffered heavy losses and is on the verge of bankruptcy.
It's time to fight back!
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The Qin family had no idea what Lu Qiang was thinking. After eating and drinking their fill, they took the two newly bought big meat buns to the scrap collection station.
The "better thing" that the administrator prepared for them was actually a tricycle modified from a used bicycle.
The handlebars and wheels were all taken from bicycles, and the carriage was converted from an abandoned flatbed cart.
Feng Jingrou tried riding it and found it easier to ride than she expected.
"Uncle, did you modify this yourself?" She was surprised at the uncle's good craftsmanship.
The old administrator finished the big meat bun she gave him in a few bites and said proudly, "When I was young, I liked to tinker with my boss's cars. Building a tricycle is no big deal. Even if the car breaks down, I can make it move again. My boss used to be very wealthy. He had three imported cars at home. Wow..."
Seeing that the old man was about to reminisce about the past, Feng Jingrou hurriedly asked the price of the tricycle.
The old man waved his hand proudly and said, "This is for you."
"Give it as a gift?" Feng Jingrou refused to accept anything without doing anything for her.
The old man was also very stubborn and refused to take any money.
Finally, he became annoyed by Feng Jingrou's pestering and bared his teeth, pointing at the meat stuffing stuck in his teeth and said, "The two big meat buns you just gave me are my reward!"
"They're all modified from completely scrapped cars, so they're not listed in the scrap yard's asset list. Don't worry, no one will fine me!"
After the old man explained, Feng Jingrou finally accepted the tricycle. She planned to bring something back for the old man next time she came to the county town.
She was riding a tricycle with several children sitting in the carriage.
Three wheels raced along the empty streets.
The wind blew past my ears, much faster than when it came.
"Mom, you don't have to carry An An on your back and walk to the county town anymore!" Qin Ting said loudly.
The wind blew away her voice, but it could not blow away their laughter.
Feng Jingrou smiled and said, "That's right! Tingting, you don't have to walk to school anymore! Starting tomorrow, Mommy will pick you up and drop you off at school every week! I can just help you with the delivery tomorrow!"
Qin Ting's smile froze on her face in an instant.
Mom wants to send her away, so what should Xi Lang do?
He has to wait for her at the village entrance tomorrow morning!
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