"Brother, did you come to set up a stall so early?"

"Come on, there will be no one now, just smoke a cigarette and put it on..."

"What do you call me, brother? Are you brother Man's friends?"

The next morning, as soon as Fang Yi and Fatty entered the market, they kept saying hello. Several stall owners who were originally chatting over there surrounded him and handed the cigarettes and said hello, clearly they wanted to get close to Fang Yi and the others.

"Oh, Brother Wang, I'm going to beat me. My surname is Wei. Just call me Huazi. This is my brother Fang Yi..." The fat man was very familiar with him and greeted him. He had a good memory. Among them, there was a stall owner I met early yesterday. The fat man recognized him at a glance.

"Huazi, Fangzi, I haven't eaten yet, right?" The stall owner who was called Wang by the fat man shouted to the boss of the duck blood vermicelli soup next to him, "Just get two bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup and just write it on my account..."

"Brother Wang, why are you so embarrassed?" The fat man gave a circle of cigarettes and said with a smile.

"Don't you look down on Brother Wang? Isn't it just a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup? If you don't have enough, please..."

Brother Wang was very generous. As the saying goes, good things don’t go out, bad things spread thousands of miles away. What happened in the market yesterday had already spread. Now everyone knows that the few little brothers Man Jun led were very strong, and they actually brought down Director Gu, who was in the market.

"Then thank you Brother Wang..."

The fat man was not polite, so he pulled Fang Yi and sat down. Yesterday he was overjoyed and tossed and turned and didn't get well sleep all night. He got up at six or seven in the morning and sat on the beads. He didn't even eat breakfast and pulled Fang Yi and went straight to the market.

"Huazi, I seemed to hear that Mr. Sun came to the market yesterday? Have you seen him?" Old Wang sat next to the fat man, as if he was chatting, but in fact he was trying to talk to the fat man.

"I've seen it, I'm here with Deputy Director Zhao..." The fat man smiled and said, "We were having dinner together yesterday..."

The fat man is honest, but his scrupulousness may not be less than Lao Wang. He knows that you should just tell me something, but others will not believe it, so he simply told me what happened to have dinner together last night.

"Eat together? Just blow it..."

Sure enough, Lao Wang sneered at the fat man's words. Everyone knows that Mr. Sun doesn't like antique dealers. This antique market has existed for so many years. Mr. Sun never came to the museum when he worked in the museum, and only occasionally came to visit after retirement.

"Hey, I said Brother Wang, don't believe it. Mr. Sun also said he wanted to accept us as disciples..." The fat man said half-truely, but none of the people who were eating breakfast took his words seriously, and they all thought the fat man was bragging.

"All right, Huazi, stop bragging. Brothers know that you have something to do with Mr. Sun. If you have any problems in the market in the future, you will have to take more care of it..."

Lao Wang smiled and took out his wallet to pay the breakfast. He went to see Er Liu yesterday and knew that Mr. Sun seemed to know Fang Yi and the others, but if we talked about the deep relationship, it might not be obvious, because Mr. Sun was famous for not liking antique dealers.

"What's the matter with Brother Wang? I'm the first to come here. It's your brother who takes care of us..." The fat man smiled and chatted with Lao Wang and the others, but he was almost hooked up. If someone who didn't know would have thought they had known each other for many years.

"Fatty, get along with them and be careful in the future..." When I went to the Manjun store to pick up goods, Fang Yi told the fat man, which one of the people who can eat among the three religions and the other is simple?

"I understand, don't worry..." The fat man still had a harmless smile on his face, but Fang Yi was relieved. The fat man's smile was very confusing. Maybe someone was selling it to the fat man and counting the money.

Not long after Fang Yi and Fatty set up their stall, Sanpao rushed over. The look of the smug look made the fat man feel very savory, and the two couldn't help but have a fight again.

"By the way, Sanpao, what kind of job does your fiancée do?"

The business on Monday is much worse than the weekend. It's already past nine o'clock in the morning, but there are only two or three kittens in the market. There are not as many tourists as there are stall owners. After Sanpao came, the fat man went to other stalls to get in touch with each other. Fang Yi and Sanpao also started chatting.

"She is Ye Qianqian, she is a salesperson in the mall. When it's Sunday, I'll bring her over..."

When talking about his girlfriend, Sanpao showed a hint of happiness on his face. Not to mention that, he was really concerned about this girlfriend. Last year, when he met in the army, Sanpao said that he was unwilling to stay in the army and insisted on resigning.

Ye Qianqian's home is already at the junction of Jinling's urban-rural fringe. The city of Jinling has expanded to include it in the urban area. The girl is the eldest at home and has two younger brothers and sisters, so she went out to work before she graduated from high school, one year younger than Sanpao.

According to Sanpao, the girl has a very good personality and a gentle person. She doesn't dislike him for having been discharged from the army for more than half a year and has not yet settled a job. The relationship between the two has progressed well. The stage of holding hands and kissing has long passed, but the last layer of cellophane has not yet been pierced.

"Hey, you guys, try to get a good marriage early..."

Fang Yi smiled and slapped Sanpao's shoulder. He was originally a wild Taoist priest who followed his master, and he didn't know which sect it was. He didn't restrict marriage and having children at all. The old Taoist priest once said that when he was young, in addition to the wife who was married by the Ming media, there was also a concubine in the Sanfang.

"Brother Yi, when we make money, I... want to rent a house outside, do you think it's okay?" After introducing my girlfriend's situation, Sanpaoqi said ai Ai, his face full of uneasiness. He felt that when he said this, he would be a little more important than friends.

"Okay, why can't it?"

Fang Yi felt that it was nothing and said, "We have more than 20,000 yuan now, and the house here is not expensive. Otherwise, you can rent a house nearby. When will we not be with Brother Man's head, and we can move in..."

In 2000, the house near Chaotian Palace was only sold for one or two thousand per square meter. If you rent a two-bedroom house, it will not exceed three hundred yuan per month. Fang Yi felt that they could fully afford the expenses every month.

"No, don't interfere Fang Yi, we haven't started making money yet, let's talk about it later..." After hearing Fang Yi's words, Sanpao quickly waved his hand. No matter what, he is now a city native. If he relies on Fatty and Fang Yi to make money, he will not talk about how he can take advantage of this.

"Okay, let's see how the business is doing. If it's good, let your girlfriend come and work together..." Fang Yi thought for a while and nodded. Their brothers were still living under someone else's house. If he and Fatty Bai lived in Manjun's house and Sanpao moved out to rent a house, it would be really not easy to say.

"This business is much worse than yesterday..."

Until noon, Fang Yi and his friends' stalls were not opened. Sanpao and Fatty were a little anxious, but Fang Yi was calm and he was twisting the beads, and he could not see any impatient appearance.

"Sanpao, you can close the stall today, Fang Yi and I will go to Brother Zhao..."

Man Jun probably drank a piece of food yesterday and didn't come to the store until noon. After Fang Yi and his friends had a simple fast food, they were going to the museum to find Zhao Hongtao. For Fang Yi, studying at noon is actually much more important than setting up a stall.

Before entering the museum, Fang Yi called Zhao Hongtao. Zhao Hongtao came out to lead them in person and explained to the staff at the door. From then on, Fang Yi and the others came over and asked them to go to the office directly.

"Who are these two people? Are they relatives of Deputy Director Zhao?"

Seeing that the two and a half-old boys were so familiar with Deputy Director Zhao, the staff at the door looked at Fang Yi and Fatty in a strange way. One of them still remembered vaguely that Fang Yi and the others went to the management office to handle the stall yesterday.

"It should be right. They seemed to have rented a stall in the antique market yesterday, and then Lao Gu was taken down. Maybe it hit the head of Director Zhao's relative, right?"

A staff member said gloatingly that although they and Gu Guoguang belonged to the logistics department, they did not belong to Gu Guoguang's management. Seeing that there was no good or bad luck in the door on weekdays, they had long wanted Gu Guoguang to be unlucky.

"Let me tell you about the people who hand over the shift, don't provoke these..." An older person said, "There are temporary workers and formal workers here, but if you offend Director Zhao, no matter whether it is a temporary worker or a formal worker, you will be in trouble.

"Brother Zhao, your office is so grand..." The fat man and Fang Yi naturally didn't know what was happening behind him. After following Zhao Hongtao into his office, the fat man couldn't help but scream.

Zhao Hongtao's office is in a two-story building on the east side of the museum. This was originally a building in Chaotian Palace, which was the place where Taoists lived at that time. Later, Chaotian Palace was converted into a museum, and it was renovated into an office area.
Chapter completed!