Starting a business is never an easy thing. According to Zhou Caifeng, a graduate student from a prestigious university, there are three hurdles that must be overcome: projects, funding, and the market.

But the last and most important hurdle is actual action.

Anyone can talk about it on paper, but a few words are useless. Only when you do it will you encounter setbacks, and only setbacks can make people more clearly understand what they want to do.

After Zhou Yidian saw the magic of medicinal baths, he began to plan carefully. The project was naturally available, and the funding seemed to be no problem for him. As for the market, he was very confident from the beginning. He

was also blocked at the last hurdle.

The first problem was to find a suitable shop to open the club.

He and Zhao Yulin went out early in the morning and didn't have time to eat breakfast. They each ate a piece of bread and drank a bag of milk to fill their stomachs, and didn't eat lunch until the afternoon.

Zhao Yulin didn't care. Mercenaries often roamed in the worst environment on earth. Their basic quality was strong vitality. They could resist cold and heat when hungry. As long as they were given water, they would be energetic.

Just skipping a meal, being hungry was fine, but it didn't affect anything.

Zhou couldn't do it at all. He was a rich young man who was used to enjoying a luxurious life. Although his body was strong, he had suffered too little.

In addition, today's weather is really cruel. It's only been a few days since the beginning of the Great Heat, and the sun is so strong that it's nearly 40 degrees hot and sultry. It's very uncomfortable.

Going out is like taking a sauna.

In just two hours, Zhou Yidian drank half a bottle of Nongfu Spring by himself, and he had symptoms of hypoglycemia.

"Brother-in-law, it's much more difficult than I thought."

Zhou Yidian looked a little depressed, lying in the co-pilot seat, breathing weakly, but there was no frustration on his face.

He was just very tired.

Zhao Yulin adjusted his hairstyle in the rearview mirror and smiled, "The difficulty is not starting a business, but starting a business in Yanjing."

As an international metropolis, it is also the capital of China. Among the total population of 20 million, there are countless aspiring young people who came from foreign countries with dreams.

In their original circle, they may be very outstanding, but when they enter the imperial capital, they are bound to meet more and better people. At that time, ambitious young people are no longer equal to high-quality young people.

The city that seems prosperous on the surface also has stinking ditches in the dark, and the stinking ditches have polluted countless once bright dreams.

A very pretentious sentence suddenly passed through Zhao Yulin's mind. He forgot where he saw it, and only vaguely remembered the second half: It was a bright sadness.

Obviously, Zhou is very sad now.

"Let's go eat first, and then run after eating."

Zhao Yulin turned his head and looked out the window. He was in a commercial street, selling all kinds of goods, but there was no rice.

So he started the car and followed the route in his memory to a street he had passed by a few hours ago. Although the hotel had been gone for a long time, there were still a few restaurants open to welcome guests.

Some people say that eating is the best solution when you are depressed. Zhao Yulin has never heard of this. He just feels that Zhou Yidian needs to eat now.

If he gets hungry, it will delay things even more.

"Rice or noodles?" he asked.

There are only these two choices at the moment. It is impossible to eat delicacies from land and sea. Seeing that his brother-in-law is so anxious, he probably doesn't want to eat those time-consuming things.

"Noodles."

Zhou Yidian said weakly.

...

...

It is difficult to have the fighting spirit when you are hungry. Only when you are full can you have the strength to fight against the torrent of the times.

Zhou Yidian ate three bowls of fried noodles with a gluttonous momentum. Zhao Yulin bought him a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi water, and the brave young man became lively again. He

was full of fighting spirit.

"Well, let's go to Dongcheng this afternoon!"

The youngest son of the Zhou family stretched his waist with his arms wide open, as if he was particularly confident about the road ahead.

Zhao Yulin smiled but said nothing. He went to the supermarket to buy a box of mineral water, wiped the sweat off his face, and squinted at the sun from afar.

Zhou Yidian was puzzled, so he asked him what he was looking at.

"Nothing, get in the car."

Zhao Yulin retracted his gaze, turned around and got into the car, turned on the navigation and prepared to drive to Dongcheng District, and then heard shouting from outside the car.

Zhou Yidian opened the car door and got in the car with his hands covered. He was choking with anger. It seemed that his hands were burned by touching the car skin.

The Buick slowly drove out of the street and headed east. Soon it arrived at the border of Dongcheng District.

The car had air conditioning for cooling, which was cool and comfortable, but Zhao Yulin and Zhou Yidian actually stayed in the car for a very short time.

Most of the time, they walked under the scorching sun, and the high temperature made them sweat all over. Their clothes were soaked and then dried, and then soaked again.

Unfortunately, hard work does not necessarily pay off. After visiting the busy areas of Dongcheng District, they still gained nothing.

Instead, Zhou Yidian got a heat stroke, and a bottle of Zhengqi water for half an hour was of no use.

In the deep night, Zhao Yulin and his brother-in-law came out of the hospital and drove back to Zhuxiyuan Community. In the villa, the girls were playing mahjong in the middle of the hall.

"Any results?"

Zhou Caifeng, who was facing the gate, asked lightly when he saw the two people coming back.

"Not bad."

Zhou replied in a daze.

After receiving two bottles of fluid, he waited in the hospital until his complexion returned to normal before leaving, not wanting Zhou Caifeng to see that he had suffered from heatstroke.

At this time, his face was already rosy, and he seemed to be in good health.

Leng Hanshuang walked out of the room. It seemed that she had not slept either. She said a few words to Zhao Yulin briefly, then rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen to cook a midnight snack.

Zhao Yulin held Zhou Yidian's shoulders and went upstairs. When they reached the door of the guest bedroom, Zhou Yidian slid down as soon as he let go. He immediately reached out to catch him.

"There is a bathtub in my room. Aunt Leng will bring you hot water later. Take the medicine and take a bath in the old way. I'll go find Tang Rufeng first."

...

Zhou Yidian was actually quite ill. Being exposed to the scorching sun, shuttling back and forth in the air-conditioned room, and alternating hot and cold temperatures made it easy for his body to have problems, not to mention that he had been doing this for a whole day.

Not to mention that he was a wealthy young man with a delicate body, even Zhao Yulin was seeing stars in front of his eyes.

If it weren't for accompanying his brother-in-law, Zhao Yulin would never have done such a suicidal thing.

Thinking of this, he knocked on Tang Rufeng's door.

Leng Hanshuang said that the young master of the Tang Clan did not go out all day today. Except for eating, he stayed in the room the whole time.

Zhao Yulin found it strange. It was obviously his own will to stay, and no one was keeping him under house arrest. Who was he showing his disdain to?

The door was opened from the inside, and Tang Rufeng looked normal.

"I heard you locked yourself up?" Zhao Yulin asked.

Tang Rufeng smiled, pointed to the computer with a lit screen beside the bed, and said, "The Tang Sect is busy with affairs, and many things need me to handle in person, so I can only operate remotely."

Zhao Yulin understood, it seems that he was overthinking, and then said, "You seem to be in a hurry to go back."

"Yes."

Tang Rufeng nodded, and said, "So it's better to talk to Brother Zhao as soon as possible. There are thousands of mountains and rivers, and the things in Sichuan and Shu can't all be handled by a computer."

Zhao Yulin said, "That's perfect, I'm here to talk business with you."

Tang Rufeng turned aside, making room for him to enter the house, and then locked the door again. The details of his gestures revealed natural caution.

Zhao Yulin sat down at the tea table and poured himself a cup. He found that the teapot was not Longjing before the rain, nor was it any aged tea, but milk tea.

There were originally two owners living in the villa, both young girls. Although Chen Meiyi was intellectual, intellectual people might not have the taste for tea tasting. Therefore, the villa was usually prepared according to Sun Leling's preferences. There were only drinks on hand, and coffee was rarely used because Sun Leling thought it was troublesome to grind it.

The mellow aroma went into his throat, and Zhao Yulin smiled while sipping the cup. The sweetness of milk tea was in the corner of his mouth, and there was a bit of mischief - people like Tang Rufeng didn't look like they liked milk tea.

The pot was full of milk tea, and it seemed that it had not been touched.

"Isn't it a bit rude to not drink the tea served to you when you are a guest at someone's house?" Zhao Yulin asked.

Tang Rufeng quickly tapped on the keyboard a few times, got up and walked to the tea table, sat on another chair, and said calmly: "I don't like to drink sweet things. To be exact, I only drink boiled water."

"Don't you think it tastes bland?"

Zhao Yulin asked again, smiling and still joking.

Tang Rufeng ignored this, slowly leaned back against the chair and lay down, rubbing his temples and said: "Life is full of flavors, most of which can only be seen in the ordinary. The tasteless ones are actually the most worth tasting."

"For example, for example, today, Brother Zhao and the young master of the Zhou family went out to do something. Although I didn't accompany them, I can imagine that you must have been hitting walls everywhere all day and got frustrated, right?"

Zhao Yulin pouted: "So?"

Tang Rufeng closed his eyes, his expression was very relaxed and comfortable, and said: "So what you tasted today was sourness mixed with bitterness."

"Then what?"

"Then? In my opinion, it is unnecessary to rush forward without thinking about anything. It seems very passionate. Young people are brave and high-spirited. No matter how much hardship they endure, they will not feel it is bitter." Tang Rufeng said calmly: "But as long as you sit down and think about it carefully, you will suddenly remember something very important."

He raised a finger: "This is Yanjing."

Zhao Yulin leaned forward with his hand on the chair, looking very interested, pretending to listen attentively.

"The two siblings of the Zhou family had a big fight with Zhou Haige. I have heard that the reason is nothing more than Zhou Haige's concern for the shares held by his nephews and nieces, and the attitude of old man Zhou Banxiong towards this matter is very subtle and ambiguous. Am I right?" Tang Rufeng said. "

Yes." Zhao Yulin said without hesitation.

Tang Rufeng took a long breath, and then continued: "The overall situation is that when there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey will become the king. After the youngest son of the Zhou family leaves the manor, his personal safety is protected by Brother Zhao and it is not worth worrying about. But Zhou Haige's ambition has been laid on the table. Brother Zhao thinks he may not pull any strings and let the young master do whatever he wants?"

"No." Zhao Yulin's expression was extremely sincere.

Tang Rufeng returned to the essence of the topic: "You didn't need to go to such great lengths. There are plenty of ways to find a way out of the Zhou family's power. Just because of your passion, you messed up your rationality and threw away the best strategy and took the worst strategy. This is called unrest."

"So I said, taste a hundred flavors when you have no taste. There's nothing wrong with having no taste."

"Oh."

Zhao Yulin nodded with a blank look in his eyes, as if he was very educated. He suddenly asked: "Then don't put seasoning in the dishes when you eat in the future. Anyway, you can taste a hundred flavors in the tasteless."

Tang Rufeng closed his eyes, and his leisurely and handsome face became a little inexplicable and looked very strange.

"Just some perverse theories." Zhao Yulin said seriously.

The young master of the Tang Clan suddenly had a frown on his forehead and was speechless.