Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

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　　 Between the two brothers who walked out of the noodle restaurant, the atmosphere was not harmonious. Mei Yiliang walked in front of him without a word, and the smoke in his mouth was bright and dark, making him a little unpredictable.

　　 It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Even in the provincial capital, there were no people on the street at this time. Under the dim street lamp, the two brothers walking forward and backward were drawn together, but they never overlapped.

　　 Mei Yiliang stopped under a street lamp, and Mei Guoping, who ignored him, was smiling at him, "When are you planning to start a decoration team?"

　　 His original low voice seemed to become extremely cold in the winter night.

　　 "What did you say, the fourth child? When did I say that I was going to be a decoration team?" Mei Guoping distinguished.

　　 "Are you too anxious?" Mei Yiliang ignored what the second brother said, staring at him as if asking him, or answering himself.

　　 "You think too much of the fourth child, I just want your second wife to have something to do when they come to the province. Besides, this has no effect on the brothers." Mei Guoping knew what his brother meant and defended his behavior just now. But looking at his younger brother's black and white eyes, Mei Guoping felt a little flustered, and he dodged his eyes unconsciously and looked into the distance.

　　 On the way home from closing the shop, I just learned that the first time the revenue was more than 1,000, it seemed to be missing. Mei Qiuping was also very dull. Feng Yuxuan talked to her several times, but she ignored it.

From the bottom of my heart, she really didn’t have any selfishness for the brothers who helped her parents pull up. She originally thought, when the business here stabilizes, will she also help Guosheng and their family open a store? Now the sisters Among a few, his family is purely farming in the countryside, and life is the hardest.

　　 As for the second and thirdest, they will also open at that time, that's fine.

　　Unexpectedly, her own store hadn't been opened for a week before the second child mentioned it. No matter how she thought about it, she felt bored and panicked.

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　　 Feng Yiping is a little boring now.

It’s less than half a month before New Year’s Day, and I don’t know which school leader suddenly slapped his forehead, and then decided to hold a New Year’s Day party on New Year’s Day this year, and it’s not just one school for every school, but every class to start. .

　　 After the notice was sent, the art committee members of each class got busy, and Zhang Qiuling was the first to find Feng Yiping.

　　 "Why are you looking for me?" Feng Yiping looked puzzled, "When you come to me, you should first look for Wen Hong!"

　　 The innermost face was warm red, but after hearing Feng Yiping's words, his face turned a little bit of smile.

　　 Zhang Qiuling didn’t know if she had such an idea, or she had a super ability to change on the spot. “Wen Hong doesn’t have to look for it. She must have a show. Among the boys, you have to take the lead.”

　　 Hearing such words, of course Wen Hong was happy, turned his head and smiled to watch them argue.

　　 Sister, you are so witty, I'm so provocative, and I can't lead the trouble out.

　　 "Among the boys, it is Zhou Liwei who wants to take the lead. In such a group activity, if he doesn't rush to the front, I will not agree to the first one. Go, I will help you find him."

Feng Yiping wanted to get up and walk, but was pressed by a pair of fleshy hands on the stool. He looked back and saw that it was Xiao Zhijie, an unprincipled fellow. When he did such a thing, he looked at Feng Yiping shamelessly and smiled. Inadvertently making friends!

Despise you!

　　 "Let's talk about you first," Zhang Qiuling smiled, as if to say that your careful thinking is in my grasp, don't think about avoiding it.

　　 "No one in your Zhang University Writers School knows or knows. At such a moment, of course you have to come on stage to make a face for our class." Zhang Qiuling said.

"Herwoman, look at me. I don’t look outstanding and have a lack of sound. On stage like this, don’t talk about a long face, it’s good not to be embarrassed. Let me go! It’s appropriate for me to applaud and applaud. You and Wen Hong are like this, people with both color and skill!"

　　 "Well, Feng Yiping, you dare to arrange me, right?" Wen Hong's book hit Feng Yiping on the spot. There were a lot of costume dramas. They also knew that **** and art is not a good word for girls.

　　 "Good playing," Zhang Qiuling applauded, "Don't shirk, you know that you are talented in literature and art, so how about taking the lead in singing a song this time."

　　 "Why do I use rapeseed in literature and art, why don't I even know about it?" Feng Yiping asked.

　　 "You write so many novels, and you said that you have no talent in literature and art. What's the big deal about singing a song?" Zhang Qiuling looked like an idiot.

　　It's really your sister...Sister, why do you connect with literature and art when you write novels? Writing novels is writing novels, singing is singing, so don’t set up at all!

　　 Later, the mother of a naive pianist said that a well-known actress in film and television, "My son is elegant art, how can she be worthy of an actor?"

　　 So Feng Yiping proudly said to Zhang Qiuling, "Writing a novel is writing a novel, and singing is singing. Please don't equate them together, okay!"

　　 "Don't talk about that, I'll make it for you, sing a song!" Zhang Qiuling interrupted him impatiently.

　　 "You are driving a duck to the shelves, you are a strong guy!"

　　 But Feng Yiping’s protest was useless. They had Lao Tzu, the vice-principal and the head teacher, as the backstage.

　　 It can be seen that this person is too good and it is not necessarily a good thing. Whenever something happens, I want to find him.

　　 "Then I can't be alone, I have to find someone else." Feng Yiping looked at Xiao Zhijie behind him, and asked Zhang Qiuling. Want to see my good show, then pull you down together!

　　 "No problem, as long as you are on stage, whoever wants to tell me is fine." Zhang Qiuling is very happy now, and he is done, and then he is also finalized with Wen Hong, either a song or a dance.

　　 Then she took the notebook to find other people, and Xiao Zhijie shamelessly followed behind as a minion.

　　 Although this is a trivial matter, Feng Yiping took it seriously.

No way, he didn’t want to be so irritated by the young man singing "Sailor" at the Youth Day party held in the township last year. With his current mentality, if he stood on the stage and was laughed at by a group of teenagers below , Then he really doesn't know where to put this old face. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com

　　 So after 502 in the evening, he flipped through the tape in the drawer and searched it several times, but couldn't find anything suitable.

　　 "True Hero" is actually pretty good. Not long after it came out, it hasn't been sung by people from all walks of life on various occasions. A few children who are about to enter the entrance examination are going to sing it.

But he immediately dispelled the idea. The male classmates around were basically changing their voices, and the second half of the song was still quite high. When he thought of his four broken gong-like voices, he was out of breath. Screamed on the stage, "Grasp every touch in life," he turned a lyrical and inspirational song into a primitive rock and roll. The scene was so beautiful and terribly beautiful.

　　 For the physical and mental health of the teachers and classmates, for the honor of the second grade first class, let's forget it.

　　 Why don't you just go up and say a few jokes? It’s not reliable. He usually tells a lot of jokes, but most people except Mr. Zhu don’t understand it. As a result, they turn into silly jokes. It is completely imaginable that you are telling jokes on stage and you can’t enjoy yourself. As a result, Everyone in the audience looked at me dumbfounded, and I looked at your embarrassment.

　　 Let’s sing. Wang Jie’s "Prayer" is good, nice, and easy to sing. It doesn’t have to be as high as Wang Jie's bass, but he can sing with the only midrange he can control now. And this song has just come out, and it's quite suitable for them. Although he can't even grasp it, he has the world in his heart and is full of beautiful imagination for everything.

　　 But, I have to have a female duet, or else, Huang Jingping?

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