Chapter 21: Rare gourd (confused)

Out of gratitude to the waitress, Feng Jun smiled at her, "Thank you, thank you very much."

After the word thank you, you must add "you" to show sincerity.

The waitress blushed slightly, hesitating to speak in a low voice, "You can leave a WeChat ... well, I can help you identify."

Feng Junleng for a moment, buddy's current image-so good temperament? Actually accosted by beautiful women?

In the service industry, especially in this high-end commodity business place, there are few people with poor appearance. The waitress is about one and six meters tall and has a slender figure. The appearance can be at least 80, which is definitely higher than Xiao Li.

Seeing that the other person's face was a little bit red, Feng Junsheng was afraid that she felt embarrassed, and immediately took out her newly purchased Zhongxia mobile phone, opened her own WeChat QR code, and let the other party scan.

Fortunately, I bought a new phone! In front of the beauty, if the old machine was still used, not to mention taking it out without falling, just saying that the slow opening speed was enough to make him selfless.

In fact, Feng Jun also has a good impression on girls. It has been so long, otherwise ... find a girlfriend to play around?

But the next moment, his mind was caught in the adventure again, and when the other party finished scanning the code, he smiled at her slightly, "Thank you very much ... 'Ye Qingyi'?"

"It's my real name," the waitress smiled and her face returned to normal, "Li Dafu will serve you wholeheartedly."

Feng Jun also smiled and handed out a red envelope to the other party, "I wish you a good mood."

Domestic service industry does not advocate tipping. The waitress shook her head, "Thank you, I can't take it."

Feng Jun smiled slightly and raised his phone, "We are already friends, aren't we?"

The waitress hesitated and opened the red envelope, which was 6.66 yuan.

She raised her head and said something, but found that the other party had turned and walked out of the door.

Her mouth moved, and she wanted to say something, but she still didn't open her mouth. She just raised her hand and sent a smiley expression on her phone.

Ten minutes later, Feng Jun walked out of the antique shop next to him, carrying a small gourd-shaped pendant in his hand.

Network novels really can't believe it!

Most of the jade in this shop has a lot of antiques, but he still did not find the feeling he wanted.

Black dragon jade is not cheap, even the worst pendant at the head is a few hundred pieces larger, and the shop owner strongly recommends it.

Feng Jun could n’t help it anymore, and clicked on Ye Qingyi ’s WeChat account, “The leaflet next door introduced me.”

The shop owner is a middle-aged man in his early forties. He is lean and thin. He smiled on his face when he said that, "Well, you do n’t tell me early, Heilongyu is really nothing to play with, but I ca n’t make a profit. Too many, this stuff ... well, it's going to rise. "

Paused, he found the jade gourd from the drawer behind him, "This stuff ... is barely jade, laymen don't understand, can't see the good or bad, you take one hundred."

Feng Jun really didn't want to spend this hundred dollars, poor.

But whether it is Ye Qingyi or the shop owner, it feels good to him, then ... 100 yuan is 100 yuan.

He was n’t even interested in letting Xiaoye help the identification, just thinking about waiting for him to make money, when he met her again, there was a topic-but I went to that shop and bought something.

Didn't get anything in the jewelry store. Feng Jun's mood was not very good. When he returned to the factory door, he saw that there was a black pressure in the factory, and there was no street light at the door. The mood was even worse. "This old pull!"

The old man in the janitor was really picky. He saw that the college students were generating electricity themselves, so they did n’t even close the main gate. From last night ... until now, it has been more than twenty hours.

In fact, strictly speaking, it has nothing to do with money, the old man is to maintain his dignity.

The electricity bills in the factory do not need him to come out, and he does not close the gate, and he is not comfortable himself.

But he must let others understand how to use this line, I have the final say, it depends on my mood.

As for the innocent university student tenants, the high cost of generating electricity from diesel generators is completely out of his consideration.

——Is it expensive to generate electricity? Why don't you post it? I'm so old, can't I still live well without electricity?

Feng Jun passed through the old man in the morning, knowing this unreasonable logic, so he turned around as soon as he saw it, and I ’ll find a place for dinner.

In fact, restaurants can also be recharged for free, but in that case, you must find a private room to save attention, but restaurants with private rooms will not be cheap, and how much electricity can be charged for a meal ?

Feng Jun thinks about it, or find a flies restaurant to solve food and clothing. Today everything is not going well, he ordered a bottle of Zhengyang liquor.

Forty-two degrees of Zheng Yangbai, even if he had a good drink, he would feel a little dizzy after drinking a pound of wine.

Look at the time, it's more than nine o'clock in the evening. After checking out, he wandered back and forth, planning to go back to get a set of clothes, and find a bathhouse for a night's sleep.

Anyway, there is no electricity, he can feel that his body is a little sticky, and if he can find a plug in the bath, he can also charge while sleeping, doing it a little secretly.

Walked to the factory door, he was stunned, why did seven or eight people noisy there?

Stood there for a while, and he knew the reason: these seven or eight people came to make the old man close.

It is said that it is the old man's business to close or not to close the gate. These people have no reason to ask, but they have found something wrong: You don't close the gate, and the road is dark.

This is a problem left over by history. There should have been street lights at the entrance of the factory, but there was no wiring at that time. The leaders above signaled that your factory is effective, lead the line out, and put a few street lights at the door.

Anyway, the employees in the factory also have night shifts. The light is brighter, which is good for everyone.

Over time, this has become a practice. This section of the road is full of street lamps. The street lights are only more than one hundred meters. It is the street lamp of the factory, and even the electricity bills come from the factory.

More than one hundred meters, saying that it is far away, near and near, Zhengyang City is the provincial capital city, and there will be no shortage of lights at any time. The diffuse light can also vaguely illuminate this section.

The old man, through the iron fence door, refused them altogether. "Less nonsense, there was no rain today, and the road was not dug. In this section, you can walk with your eyes closed ... Your mind is impure!"

These people are of course impure minds, and under the guise of justice, they still want to use free electricity.

Someone took the old man to the side to discuss, probably it was a good thing, but the old man shook his head relentlessly-he was really stubborn.

These people were entangled for a while, and when they saw the old man's iron heart, he gradually dispersed, leaving only two middle-aged aunts, who stood there and yelled.

Feng Jun turned on the light on his phone, walked to the iron gate, and tapped twice, "Uncle opened the door, I'm back."

The old man opened the small iron door, let him in, and then quickly locked the lock, "This time, don't you go out?"

Feng Jun got a bit of a drink, looked at him, and asked directly, "Tonight ... or no electricity?"

"No electricity," the old man replied very simply, "The main gate is broken. It takes more than two thousand to repair. There is no money on the street. I am applying to the district."

Is purely talking nonsense with his eyes open. It is enough to change the insurance and close the brake. He is bullying these neighbors and the news is unclear, under the banner of the government.

Don't you want to wait? That's okay, come up with more than two thousand, I will help you fix it!

Feng Jun was too lazy to care about him, and asked again, "What about tomorrow, can it be fixed?"

The old man wanted to say something about your fart, but he still patiently smelt the smell of alcohol in the other person's mouth. "The streets and districts ask for money. Where can you say this time? If it's fast, a day or two, if it's slow, Maybe three or five months. "

Feng Jun glanced at him lightly, "Uncle, when I rented a house, I said that water and electricity are free, not that there is no water and no electricity."

The old man was unhappy, and his face fell, "Boy, it's because the switch is broken, I can't help it, or else, you paid the repair cost of more than two thousand?"

He didn't want the other party to pay, but wanted to use this to scare away this little guy who didn't know the heights of the sky.

"Uncle, you are not honest enough!" Feng Jun lowered his voice and put his mouth to the other person's ear, "I can fix it myself ... Would I try it out?"

"Cough," the old man coughed twice ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ also whispered, "Okay, you know it, just don't talk nonsense."

He did n’t think he could hide this college student, so he confessed happily, “I ’m sure I ca n’t close the gate today. I have to cure this group of bastards. It ’s cheaper and more addictive. You can rest assured, I guess I can do it tomorrow. brake."

Feng Jun looked at him with a black face, "I must reiterate that diesel power generation is very expensive ... how do I calculate my loss?"

"You can pick up my electricity," the old man reached out and lit a lamp.

He really is not ordinary. He even got an electric car. From the battery of the electric car, two wires were drawn, a light bulb was connected, and there was a pull box switch in the middle.

Feng Jun shook his head in tears, "You are a direct current of forty-eight volts, if I were two hundred and twenty alternating current."

The old man looked at him puzzled, "My light bulb can light up."

It was terrible without culture. Feng Jun was speechless again. He shook his head, "This is an incandescent lamp, and it will light up when there is electricity ... No, you are a 48-volt light bulb."

"That's not my problem anymore," the old man spread his hands and opened the rogue, "Why can't you charge at 48 volts?"

"I'm also a showman who met soldiers, and I can't explain clearly," Feng Jun laughed bitterly, "Yes, you are reasonable, you are big, I went out to live in the bathhouse all night, okay?"

The old man was a little embarrassed when he heard this, "Why, why do you die if you work less for one night? Why spend the wrong money?"

At this moment, a roar came from a distance, approaching at an extraordinary speed.

At the next moment, a few bright car lights shone toward the iron fence door.

(Reiterate that this book is not a technical flow, the relevant professional knowledge is purely fictitious, and black dragon jade is not yellow dragon jade, um, summon click, recommendation and collection.)