Chapter 97

The old and firm old man Guo saw Gu Zheng's essence at a glance, but he only guessed the beginning, not the end.

When the big play ended and the three people strolled backstage to see Gu Zheng's plans, they saw such a scene.

At this time, Gu Zheng had already unloaded half of his clothes, and the paint was only half cleared.

He can't wait for such an act just to eat the delicious food brought to him by Caifeng.

Cold noodles with sesame sauce are most beneficial to the stomach in this dry and hot night.

Two young men and women put their heads together. The bronze mirror with yellow halo in the backstage reflects the scene very warm.

A tall man ate with a sullen head. A girl with braided hair just sat opposite, holding her chin with both hands and looking at him happily, as if she couldn't see enough.

When the noodles in the bowl gradually decreased, I didn't forget to add noodles like soybeans and cucumbers to Gu Zheng's bowl from the table in front of me.

"Is it delicious?"

"HMM..." Gu Zheng, who was eating noodles with sesame paste, had no mouth to answer. He could only bang the noodles with his mouth stained with sesame paste, nodding and responding to Caifeng.

"Then eat more. If it's not enough, I'll bake cakes here."

"No, no, No."

For stuttering, no image.

The atmosphere between these two people is really good, as if they were people in a world, and outsiders are difficult to integrate.

The cheeky Guo Yancai, no matter when he is quiet, just thinks that this is boss Gu's change to show off. In other words, why hasn't his father engaged him yet!

Therefore, the jealous Guo Yan took the lead in breaking the rare atmosphere: "master Gu, what do you want to eat? Give me a bite?"

Gu Zheng, who was suddenly asked, found that three living people had come in at the door. However, when he heard Guo Yan's words, he had only one reaction at the first time. He subconsciously put the bowl in his arms and refused without hesitation: "I don't have enough myself. Besides, people like us eat coarse food. People like you can't get into it."

"Right, Caifeng!"

After hearing Gu Zheng's inquiry, Caifeng firmly stood on brother Gu's side. This man looks like a dog and wears silk and satin. How can he grab food from poor people like them?

Caifeng's disdainful little eyes, like a real small knife, whizzed and put Guo Yan in the past. She stared at Guo Yan and gave him a thrill.

Old man Guo, who couldn't stand it, opened his mouth: "little brother Gu Zheng, just now I was lucky to listen to your play. I was very excited and couldn't help myself. I came here specially to see Master Gu's style and talk about the re cooperation between us."

After hearing this, Gu Zheng sucked and slipped the last mouthful of noodles at the bottom of the bowl to the end, licked it around his mouth with his tongue very hidden, regretfully sighed at the sesame paste everywhere in the bowl, then raised his head again and returned: "Oh, old Sir, but I have settled with the gentleman next to you? I don't know what your purpose is?"

"Good for nothing, you said that boy, my son who is not yet a good man, and his business is my business. Has the final say."

After hearing this, Guo Yan, who was just about to blow his hair, was stared at by his father and choked back.

You're old. You're good.

It seems that the real boss is here. If you want to talk about anything, come on.

Hearing this, Gu Zheng nodded: "I'd like to hear it in detail."

"I wonder if master Gu wants to go to my Dongsheng teahouse to sing a special performance. As for the conditions discussed between master and dog, they still remain the same. Do you think it's feasible?"

"The Dongsheng teahouse you mentioned is the three story theater on Qianmen Street?"

"Exactly!"

"Let me start at will? Not on the list?"

"Exactly!"

Gu Zheng was not happy to hear this. Instead, he still frowned and continued to ask, "say, what additional conditions do you have? I think as a businessman, he won't do business at a loss."

"OK! Little brother is an understanding person. I have only one condition, that is, please master Gu, sing Xiaosheng in my Dongsheng teahouse."

"Impossible."

Before old man Guo finished the conditions, Gu Zheng refused: "as for why, you can ask your son. If you don't have anything, I'm finished singing today's play and have enough food. Guo Yan, pay today's money."

"Alas," Guo Yan promised reflexively. Look at this promise.

He waited at the door early. He had worked as a part-time waiter in the accounting room. After listening to the echo of his boss, he also handed over today's draw.

Good guy, the copper dollars in half a money bag jingle surprisingly.

"Master Gu, your business got off to a good start on the first day. From now on, it will be even more prosperous."

"This is today's money. Take it. It's twice as much as yesterday."

Oh, hey, Gu Zheng, who impolitely carried the money bag, bumped in his hand and nodded with great satisfaction. According to the momentum of development, sister Qingmei can be fished out by him in less than a week.

"Yes, I've got the money, so I won't stay much longer. Caifeng, let's go home!"

"Hey!"

Gu Zheng, who was about to stand up, was suddenly caught by a special washbasin for oil washing. The water in the basin splashed down and cooled Gu Zheng.

"Oh, brother Gu, are you okay?"

"Who TM doesn't have long eyes..." all his broken hair was wet on Gu Zheng's face. The remaining half of the oil paint on his cheek began to melt along his face, ticking. However, when he saw the panicked eyes of the culprit, he choked back the rest of the curse.

What caused trouble was that she silently acted as the background board after entering the door, and had been secretly observing Gu Zheng's Guo Qian.

Don't mention how sad she was when she looked at Gu Da Meng man and a girl kissing me.

When Gu Zheng said to Caifeng to go home together, the young girl with a spring heart shook her mind, knocked over the washbasin beside her arm, and finally buckled it to the head of the man who had just sprouted her love and was ready to get up.

"You, are you okay?"

Such a delicate inquiry, even if a man has a face too man, he won't be scolded. Gu Zheng, standing in front of a crowd, didn't want to appear too stingy. He wiped the water on his face and comforted Guo Qian: "it's all right. Let me wipe it before I go."

After hearing this, Guo Qian, who was conscious of guilt, subconsciously handed over the snow-white handkerchief in her hand.

Before Gu Zheng's hand reached out, a small meat hand on one side blocked it. It was Caifeng.