Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Willow Tree Fruit Chapter 3: Chapter 3 Willow Tree Fruit “Grandpa owed debts before he passed and even selling Wanbao Hall wasn’t enough.” Chen Cheng couldn’t ntion his sche of using borrowed resources to produce profits, so he said, “This past year, I’ve almost cleared them all.
Just this last bit left, thinking of settling it for good.”
Feng Biao let out a long sigh, “You’re handling things openly.
But it’s tough!”
“Once it’s tough, it gets sweet,” Chen Cheng smiled.
“Alright, I’ll ask around at work tomorrow,” Feng Biao chose to trust Chen Cheng, “Your days, what a rough patch you’re in!”
Chen Cheng looked at him gratefully, “Thanks, Biao Zi.”
“We brothers don’t need to ntion it.” Feng Biao took out his mobile phone, “Open your paynt code.”
“What’s up?”
Feng Biao said, “I’ll transfer you three thousand first!
Use it for now.”
“You still have a secret stash?” Chen Cheng asked in surprise.
“Just got a bonus today!” Feng Biao insisted, “I was planning to save it for so good cigarettes, but now it’ll have to wait for your sake!”
Chen Cheng joked, “Then I’m really tearing you apart ha!”
“Fuck off, you’re gonna repay it!”
Chen Cheng laughed and opened his paynt code, Feng Biao quickly scanned it and transferred three thousand.
The two continued drinking and chatting, talking about work, life, and future plans.
They talked until late at night, only leaving the bar in the last mont before closing.
“I say, just co sleep at my place!” Feng Biao invited again.
Chen Cheng waved his hand, “Forget it, Yingzi has already called three tis.
I don’t want to witness a drama of an emperor kneeling at the keyboard.”
“, Lord Biao, afraid of her?
As soon as I step in, even the water I wash my feet with has to be 38.5 degrees!”
Chen Cheng hailed a cab for him, helped Feng Biao into the back seat, then scanned 50 to the driver, “Driver, please, Zinan Ho.”
“Take it slow!
Give a call when you get there.” Chen Cheng closed the car door.
“Got it!
See you!”
The taxi took Feng Biao away, and Chen Cheng stood there, exhaling deeply.
He looked again at the panel in his mind.
[Current Funds: 6,476]
[Current Interest Rate: 5%]
[Expenses: 50/100,000]
Checking the ti, it was almost midnight.
“Let’s call it a night!” he walked towards the parked cars, murmuring, “Where shall I crash tonight?”
“Xiao Cheng?
Is that really you?”
A sudden voice interrupted Chen Cheng’s thoughts.
Turning around, he saw Xiao ier, a year older than himself, smiling at him.
“Sister ier?”
“Hahaha!
Did you go drinking with Shu Biao again?!” Xiao ier laughed heartily, her laughter as lodious as silver bells.
Xiao ier had just turned thirty.
By rights, she should be considered mature, but she appeared in front of him like a juicy waterlon, one bite and a mouthful of sweet juice.
However, in stark contrast to her sweet appearance, was the typical fiery and straightforwardness of a Sichuan woman in her bones.
“Just had a little.”
Chen Cheng looked at Xiao ier, bolstered by alcohol, and joked: “Sister ier, what are you doing wandering around so late at night?
Don’t tell you were waiting specifically for to co back?”
Xiao ier burst into an even brighter laughter when she heard that.
She raised her hand, pretending to hit Chen Cheng, “You kiddo, your mouth is still so relentless.
When do I have the spare ti to wait for you?
I just packed up my stall and was about to head back to the shop when I bumped into you.”
“Stall?” Chen Cheng asked, puzzled.
Xiao ier explained, “Recently, the streets have been promoting the so-called street vendor economy.
Since the noodle shop doesn’t do much business at night, I thought I’d sell so braised dishes.”
She squinted her eyes with a smile, leaned closer to Chen Cheng, and sniffed, “You haven’t had a little drink, have you?
Want sothing to eat to sober up?”
Chen Cheng nodded promptly, “Sure.”
“Co on, I’ll make sothing for you back at my place.”
Under the streetlight, there were two overlapping shadows.
Xiao ier led the way, pulling a cart with unsold braised dishes and drinks.
Chen Cheng silently pushed from behind, now and then glancing at her shapely, twisting rear, reminiscing about the first ti he t Sister E.
Willow Tree Fruit, aptly nad.
At seventeen, Chen Cheng witnessed Xiao ier arriving here alone, taking over a shop, and starting her noodle business.
That year, she was just eighteen, bright and smooth, in the pri of her youth.
Coupled with her great cooking skills, she quickly beca the talk of the entire market.
n from Big Willow Tree, young and old, liked to gather at Xiao ier’s noodle shop, tasting her hand-made noodles while chatting about everything under the sun, though their eyes would wander, checking if the moon on the fifteenth was as round as it should be.
Chen Cheng during his green years, along with his close buddies, were no exception.
He still rembered being deeply attracted by Xiao ier’s beauty and warmth during his first visit to the noodle shop.
Now, seeing Xiao ier again, Chen Cheng felt as if he had returned to his youthful days.
“Xiao Cheng, how’s work lately?
Busy?” Xiao ier asked.
“Got fired.”
Xiao ier seed astonished, recalling that Chen Cheng had a respectable job, dressing in suits and ties, working in high-end office buildings.
“Got fired?
What happened?
Wasn’t your job good?”
“The company downsized, and I was on the list.
Besides, with AI developing so fast, quantitative trading models are also becoming mature…”
Xiao ier clearly disapproved of the news, “What’s all this AI and quantitative stuff.”
The fire inside her surged, and her tight short T-shirt clung even more attractively as her chest heaved, just like the eruption of the Eyjafjalla Volcano, a spectacular sight.
“You’ve been working there for four or five years, right?
A senior employee!
Those foreigners didn’t even consider your contributions, didn’t they have any human feelings?”
Chen Cheng felt sowhat bitter, “Human feelings aren’t valued in foreign companies.”
“Such a good employee like you, and they didn’t want you; that’s just unreasonable!”
Chen Cheng was amused by Sister E’s candidness, “If only you were my boss.”
“My noodle shop couldn’t afford a talent like you!”
Xiao ier suddenly thought, “Are you drinking so much today because of this?”
Chen Cheng shook his head, “No.”
Chen Cheng shared the reasons with Xiao ier.
Upon hearing it, Xiao ier exclaid, “They are so shaless!
How could they talk about your grandpa like that!
It’s good you broke up before the wedding!
Just find soone else!
They really are blind!”
“I don’t want to look anymore; I have no money and no energy now, I don’t want to be a burden to soone else.”
Xiao ier said with a laugh, her tone full of pride and approval for Chen Cheng, “You were the best student at Denghua Middle School!”
“That’s all in the past.”
Xiao ier didn’t see it that way, her eyes determinedly fixed on Chen Cheng, she said slowly and emphatically, “The past still counts!
You’ve always been my pride!”
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