Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Letting Go
The back of his hand felt painful again, and Lao Fan hit him hard, "What are you robbing! You can't miss it! Talk about the boss, the child is ignorant, don't mind it."
"It's okay." Tan Du took the bag and said, "Thanks, Brother Fan. See you later."
"See you later, drive carefully." Lao Fan replied.
"Okay. See you tomorrow, Boss Qiao."
Qiao Zhuoyi didn't bother to pay attention to him and lowered his head to pick up the chili peppers.
After sending him away, Lao Fan sat down opposite him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Qiao Zhuo picked and chose: "I said no carrots."
"You're wasting your eyes," Lao Fan said, his tongue twisted. "Hey, let's get down to business! Didn't everyone apologize for what happened before? Tan's boss is a very nice person."
"I don't hang out with nice people."
"Hey you……"
Qiao Zhuoyi bent his index finger and tapped the bridge of his nose: "I don't like wearing glasses."
“…” Lao Fan took out a cigarette box.
"I hate smoking the most."
Lao Fan tossed his cigarette box and said, "That's great. Boss Tan doesn't smoke."
"You're such a good pretender. Open your eyes."
"Hey you……"
Qiao Zhuo raised his chin and said, "Guests are coming."
"Just wait, you little brat!"
After serving the guests, Lao Fan sat back down. The bowl opposite him was empty, with a small pile of carrots on the edge. The instigator was leaning on his knees - in a daze.
"Hey!" He leaned over and yelled.
His elbows suddenly slid down to his knees, and Qiao Zhuoyi supported himself on the corner of the table: "I don't like indecent things!"
"Go to hell!" the old man said, "Seriously, let me arrange a party for you and Mr. Tan. The workers started the renovation secretly to save time, and he didn't even know about it..."
Click——
The little stool slid back a bit.
Qiao Zhuo stood up.
"Hey! You haven't finished speaking!" Lao Fan said hurriedly.
He was answered by a roar.
Lao Fan quickly chased after him with the bag in hand: "Chicken legs!"
The car turned around, Qiao Zhuoyi hooked the bag with one hand, did a beautiful drift and drove onto the bridge, turned left into the small road, and entered the gate of the villa after two hundred meters.
jingle--
The lights-out bell at the middle school next door rang for the final round.
A black pastoral dog, with only a white band around its neck, came running over excitedly. Qiao Zhuoyi rubbed its head a few times: "Tsk, what a dirty blanket! Where have you been playing again?"
Blanket stuck out his tongue and grunted.
"Let's go! I brought you something delicious!"
A man and a dog were enjoying their chicken legs each when their cell phone suddenly rang.
Qiao Zhuo waited until the second round before slowly pressing the hands-free button.
"Xiao Zhuo, it's Mommy. Are you home?"
“Woof woof——”
"Oh, why do you still have a dog? It's so dirty..."
"If you have something to say, just say it."
As soon as Qiao Zhuo threw the bone, Blanket jumped up and grabbed it, and he whistled.
"Xiao Zhuo, doesn't your mother care about you? So, your father found you a job as an art teacher in the city center. The pay is good and the work is easy. Find some time to go over and meet the principal..."
"No, I have work." Qiao Zhuo beckoned, and the blanket ran over. Qiao Zhuo bared his teeth at it.
"Hey, your dad is doing this for your own good. Being a teacher is so nice and respectable..."
"No need." Qiao Zhuo hung up the phone and threw it aside.
"Woo—" Blanket's two front paws rested on his thighs, and Qiao Zhuo squeezed them. "It's okay, just ignore it."
"Hey! I'm talking to you! Why are you pretending not to hear me?" Xiao Lu grabbed the man amid the roar of the truck engine. "At least move it in. There's so much stuff, it's blocking the road! At worst, I can give you more money!"
"Dude, I really don't have time today! I didn't even have time to eat breakfast!" The man snatched the signature form and quickly got into the car.
"Damn!" Xiao Lu, who took a breath of exhaust fumes, quickly called his boss for help.
"Move the things at the stairwell first." Tan Du stepped on the accelerator. "I'll be there soon."
The ginkgo tree in front of the building grows lushly, especially in autumn, when it attracts the sun's favor and fills the entire street with brilliant light.
In order not to disrupt the production of tattoos, TD's shop door is located in the stairwell. Opposite the door is their small warehouse, and the stairs in the middle are the only way to get to the tattoo shop.
Qiao Zhuo stared at the corridor with nowhere to go, the veins on his forehead throbbing. He counted down to one minute, and when no one came to deal with him, he retreated with one leg and raised it -
"Boss Qiao, please be gentle—"
Qiao Zhuo turned a deaf ear.
Crash——
Coffee beans fell to the ground, and Xiao Lu's eyes pierced over like a knife, staying for a second before retracting.
Qiao Zhuoyi hadn't expected there weren't separate packages, so he said stiffly, "What did Tan Du say last time?"
"If you do that again, Boss Qiao will do whatever you want." Tan Du's slightly panting voice came from behind him. "Boss Qiao, you kicked well."
"Move quickly."
He could kick all these boxes over to block the new air conditioner from entering.
Qiao Zhuoyi raised his foot again, but his path was blocked again. A shadow fell in front of his eyes. He took a half step back and raised his eyelids, "Anything else?"
The person in front of me had slightly wet bangs. From a close distance, I could see that his eye sockets under the lenses were very deep, and his brow bones were more prominent than those of ordinary people. If I only looked at the upper half of his face, he even looked a little fierce.
Although his eyes were cold, a smile still played on the corners of his mouth, and his lips moved up and down. "We have a new product on the market. Mr. Qiao, would you mind tasting it?"
"I'm a nobody," Qiao Zhuo retracted his gaze, "get out of the way."
Tan Du turned slightly sideways.
Qiao Zhuo immediately moved to push him away. When he reached the corner, he came to his senses. The man surnamed Tan seemed to laugh. Before he could attack again, the voice of the old Guan from the opposite building came out loudly -
"Hey, Xiao Tan, are you making trouble again? This Hedgehog Qiao..."
Joe Hedgehog?
The person in front of you is a hypocritical and smiling tiger!
Qiao Zhuoyi resolutely went upstairs and slammed the door.
Bang--
Old Man Guan shuddered: "What a temper! Xiao Tan, it's really hard for you to rent the same building with him!"
"We're the ones blocking the way. Don't blame Boss Qiao." Tan Du handed over a bag of cherries. "Here, take it."
"I don't want it!" Old Man Guan shook it off. "Xiao Tan! You have to protect your wealth when running a business! How can you make a big business if you keep giving things to old guys like us?"
"We're all neighbors, so let's not make a fuss about it. Take it," Tan Du said with a smile, putting the back of his hand to his lips. "If Aunt Xu likes it, just say you bought it specially for her."
"You little boy..." Old Man Guan took the bag and walked towards his house, "Wait!"
"Brother Tan," Xiao Lu whispered as he carried the boxes, "Remember to check the expiration date this time, and don't end up in the hospital again."
"rest assured."
Xiao Lu took two steps and then stepped back. "The meat that Grandma Zheng brought yesterday was already spoiled, but she wouldn't let me throw it away. She even put it in another bag and put it in the refrigerator. You're not going to take it back and eat it, are you?!"
"Am I stupid?" Tan Du replied, "Grandma Zheng picked up the cardboard box, but you threw it away too early. Won't she see you?"
"I saw it, I saw it..." Xiao Lu muttered.
"Go ahead and do your thing." Tan Du took a few steps forward and took the box from Old Man Guan. The old man muttered, "These are the cakes our grandson bought for us. They're a famous brand. They're a bargain for you, kid!"
"Oh!" Tan Du said with a smile, "It's all thanks to you."
Just as Old Man Guan left, a young man came up and looked upstairs: "Is Guiyi Tattoo here?"
"Come to get a tattoo?" Tan Du looked at him.
"Yes," the young man nodded, "Is that so?"
"Yes," Tan Du gestured for Xiao Lu to continue moving, and he pushed open the glass door on the left, "Come in."
The young man was a little confused when he walked in: "Isn't this a coffee shop?"
"Guiyi is upstairs, we are celebrating our anniversary..."
"Your store has been open for a year? How did I..."
"Anniversary celebration," Tan Du pushed up his glasses, "It's free for customers of the tattoo parlor."
"Free?" The young man's eyes lit up.
"free."
"Sweet! High sales!"
"No problem, I'll bring it up to you later."
“Ouch—it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts…”
Qiao Zhuoyi held the tattoo machine and said, "It hasn't started yet."
The young man scratched his head: "I'm just trying to cheer you up."
"Pump up my eardrum?" Qiao Zhuo looked at him and said, "You did it, awesome."
"……Hahaha……"
Qiao Zhuo rolled his eyes.
"Will it hurt?"
"No." Qiao Zhuoyi smiled and put on a mask. "Lie down."
“Ouch—”
God's howling almost drowned out the knocking on the door.
"Talk about the boss?" Xiao Luo closed the door slightly to give God some face.
Tan Du was holding a tray, not surprised at all: "Coffee for the guy inside."
"Oh - my, my coffee -" the young man cried, "Boss Qiao, take a break..."
"It's just the beginning." Qiao Zhuo looked at him.
The young man said with a bitter face: "Low, low blood sugar..."
As soon as Qiao Zhuo put down the machine, the conversation at the door continued.
"Why three cups? Talk about the boss."
"We're preparing for our half-year celebration. It's free for guests. By the way—" Tan Du's eyes fell behind him, "We just got a new batch of beans. Let the two of you try some."
"Give us a taste of what we picked up from the ground?" Qiao Zhuo walked over and glanced at the tray. "Which cup?"
"Boss Qiao, you're joking. We've already dealt with that." Tan Du extended his hand, "I think this cup suits Boss Qiao."
Qiao Zhuoyi didn't answer: "Which cup does the guest want?"
"The most fancy one," Tan Du gestured towards Xiao Luo, "have something sweet, it won't be so hard."
Since the boss was there, Ronaldinho didn't dare to be presumptuous and only brought in the "fancy" things.
Qiao Zhuo swung the door open, but was stopped by a foot. He frowned and asked, "Is it not over yet?"
Tan Du handed over the cup: "I'm really sorry about what happened this morning. Xiaolu was alone and happened to have guests, so I was too busy to handle it, so I was delayed."
"Got it." Qiao Zhuo was about to close the door, but the other party still didn't retract his foot. He took a deep breath, "You—um... cough cough..."
Tan Du was quick to act and directly fed the cup to the man. The bitter taste exploded in his mouth and Qiao Zhuo vomited it all, choking so hard that the corners of his eyes turned red. "Damn it! You came here just to get revenge on me?!"
"...No." Boss Tan handed over the tissue, "I thought you would like it."
"Who likes Chinese medicine?" Qiao Zhuo wiped his mouth fiercely.
"...wasn't that what you drank last time?" Tan Du said with a smile, "I thought Boss Qiao just didn't like the food in our restaurant."
"When did I--" Qiao Zhuo paused, remembering the day when he came back from lunch with the bayberry juice in his hand. No wonder this guy had been staring at him that day.
"If your eyes are not good, go get treatment!" Qiao Zhuo slammed the door shut and then opened it again. "Don't stare at me!"
There were gusts of strong wind, and the door was slammed shut again. Tan Du lowered his eyes and looked at the coffee liquid on the ground, rubbing the tip of his nose.
We were prepared for the battle, but loaded the wrong bullets.
Boss Tan strolled back to the first floor and beckoned to Xiao Lu: "Have you confirmed what I asked you to inquire about earlier?"
"Of course!" Xiao Lu vowed, "The information I tell is never wrong!"
"It's been half a year," Tan Du took out his phone and went outside to make a call. "It's time for TD to come up with some new features."
"Boss Tan!" the voice on the other end of the line raged. "All those green cakes lately are making me almost vomit! Have you thought it through?"
"Didn't you give the highest score to the one last night? Come over if you're convenient, Boss Su." Tan Du smiled and nodded to the neighbors passing by.
"Okay," Su Qi said, "but weren't you too lazy to make desserts before? Why did you suddenly come to the idea?"
Tan Du looked up and sideways. The word "Return to One" on the second-floor balcony window was baring its teeth and claws. He smiled meaningfully and said, "Well, I've come to terms with it."
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