vrcanaries Chapter 1056: Single or Group Fight, It's Your Choice
Chapter 1056: Single or Group Fight, It's Your Choice
She stood on tiptoe and peeked through the air vent. Zhou Qi was slapping the passbook into the president's trembling hand. The sunlight shone through the sycamore leaves, casting flickering spots of light on the contract.
The contract seal was stamped on the document, and Li Changjiang took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "Five years... five years, okay?"
His fingers were shaking. Six hundred thousand was equivalent to the total advertising revenue of the newspaper in three years.
Zhou Qi threw the passbook on the conference table, and the stamped cover made a dull sound. "If it were me, I'd just sign for ten years. It's not like I can't afford six hundred thousand."
All the editors in the room were drooling, and the chirping of cicadas outside the window was making people feel uneasy.
"Eight...eight years!"
Li Changjiang almost bit his tongue: "Let's make a compromise. When the time comes, I will personally handle the renewal procedures for you."
He winked at his secretary to refill the tea, and the spout of the purple clay teapot shook so much that the tea spilled onto half the table.
After signing the Kyoto Evening News contract worth 450,000, the CEOs of the other three newspapers were very happy.
Li Moran helped pass the cigarette and light it. The contract was circulated like an assembly line. When the final package price of 500,000 was finalized, the setting sun dyed the glass windows orange.
Tian Xiaoyi jumped and spun the keychain: "Brother, let's go to Qinhuai River!"
This girl has been attending the meeting since this morning, and her ponytail is still perky. Zhou Qi rubbed his swollen temples. The four contracts in his briefcase were as heavy as a brick.
"It's more than thirty miles round trip..."
Before he could finish his words, he was dragged out by the arm. The bus station was packed like a can of sardines. Tian Xiaoyi stood on tiptoe and looked around: "Bus 17 is coming!"
The sweaty crowd rushed forward. Zhou Qi held on to his briefcase tightly, and the back of his shirt was instantly soaked.
"Beware of pickpockets!"
He roared and circled Tian Xiaoyi in front of him. The jasmine scent from the girl's hair mixed with the sour smell of sweat in the car.
The conductor announced the station in a hoarse voice. The neon signs outside the window gradually lit up, making Tian Xiaoyi's profile appear bright and dim.
Zhou Qi glanced at the three words "Confucius Temple" on the bus stop sign and sighed resignedly - he was afraid he would not be able to escape the sound of oars and lights tonight.
"How about... going boating on the Qinhuai River?"
Tian Xiaoyi's fingertips were tied around her pigtails, and the street lights cast a warm yellow halo on her white dacron shirt with blue flowers.
Zhou Qi glanced at the old lady selling gardenias at the entrance of the alley and said, "How about tomorrow? We can see the boating more clearly during the day."
He really couldn't understand what it meant to row a boat in the dark at night.
"Stupid!" Tian Xiaoyi stamped her plastic sandals and said, "Have you never memorized "The Sound of Paddles and the Shadow of Lanterns" written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing?
"Seeing Zhou Qi's bewildered face, she dragged him to the small restaurant and said, "Let's eat first and wait until there are fewer people at the cruise ship pier."
The legs of the table were still covered in mud, and Zhou Qi wiped the greasy tabletop with newspaper: "It's already nine o'clock. When you get back to the dormitory after having fun, the auntie at the door will definitely beat you with a broom."
“The summer vacation is a little more relaxed.”
Tian Xiaoyi shouted to the stove: "Master, a whole big pot of pickled fish!"
The sizzling sound of the iron pot in the kitchen could not cover the sound of the plastic curtain at the door being lifted.
Zhang Zhengyue came in with three followers, with sunglasses stuck on his slicked-back hair: "Boss lady, super extra pickled fish!"
He deliberately sat down by rubbing against the back of Tian Xiaoyi's chair, and a pungent smell of cologne wafted from his dacron shirt.
"Are you a dog-skin plaster?"
Tian Xiaoyi dumped the enamel cup on the table. Zhou Qi held the back of her hand and raised his chin towards the table: "Want to share the table?"
"No, we don't want to be associated with the poor."
Zhang Zhengyue was sitting with his legs crossed and shaking non-stop, the iron electric fan making his bell-bottom pants look like a blower.
A basin-sized soup bowl was brought out from the kitchen. The snow-white fish fillets were rolling in red oil, and the sour aroma mixed with the fragrance of pepper went straight into my nose.
The skinny guy wearing glasses at the next table suddenly threw down his chopsticks and said, "Those who came late are already eating!"
The lady boss smiled and handed over the teacup: "Calm down, classmate, I'll put it in the pot right away..."
"Fuck you!"
Another curly-haired man kicked over a plastic stool. Zhou Qi scooped a spoonful of fish soup and poured it over the rice. Without even looking up, he said, "Jinling University is a century-old landmark. Don't let a few hooligans destroy it and turn it into a street vendor product."
Zhang Zhengyue kicked away the plastic stool at the neighboring table, revealing the shiny Haicheng watch on his wrist: "What do you mean by poor? Do you know how much this watch costs? It's enough to buy you two pickled fish for half a year!"
The follower behind him took out a Sony Walkman, the tape compartment popped open, and Teresa Teng's sweet singing mixed with curses exploded in the stuffy little restaurant.
"What did you just say?"
"I say you guys are really bringing shame to Jinling University."
Zhou Qi picked up a piece of pickled fish with chopsticks and said: "You have ruined the reputation of this century-old prestigious school."
"Are you tired of living?"
Several boys who looked like athletes around Zhang Zhengyue stood up and their fingers were almost poking Zhou Qi's nose.
"I'm tired of hearing that."
Zhou Qi didn't even raise his eyelids, and knocked the cold beer against the corner of the table, and the bottle cap flew out with a "bang": "The seven or eight people who said this last time are now either broken arms or lame legs. Boss, give me two more bottles of cold beer!"
"Don't just talk nonsense, go out and practice if you have the guts!" The short-haired guy next to Zhang Zhengyue kicked the stool away provocatively.
"It's too cheap to fight with you guys."
Zhou Qi tilted his head back and took a sip of wine: "You don't want your student ID anymore? It's not a pleasant feeling to be punished and expelled."
Zhang Zhengyue suddenly slammed the table and said, "If you are a man, go out and fight me! You are not going to sue your teacher like a primary school student, are you? Tian Xiaoyi didn't get married with you, so what law did I break by chasing after a girl?"
"Really want to fight?"
"Nonsense! It's up to you whether to fight alone or in a group."
Zhang Zhengyue sneered. The six of them surrounded Zhou Qi, clearly bullying outsiders.
"Zhang Zhengyue, that's enough!"
Tian Xiaoyi suddenly stood up: "I will never like you in my life!"
"Who you like is your business."
Zhang Zhengyue smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled: "But when I see this kid, my hands itch. I feel uncomfortable if I don't beat him up."
"Sit down." Zhou Qi pushed Tian Xiaoyi back to her seat, spinning the beer bottle in his hand: "We have to have this fight."
Tian Xiaoyi pulled his sleeve anxiously: "He is a student with sports expertise! He is the main player of the school football team. You have such a physique..."
"I have dealt with all four men with knives on the train."
“You don’t have to draft when you’re bragging!”
As soon as the guy with the flat head shouted, the beer bottle hit the wall, brushing his ear, and the glass shards splashed all over the table.
The owner of the pickled fish restaurant was so anxious that he rubbed his hands: "If you make trouble again, I will call the police!"
Several sports students wilted instantly.
Zhang Zhengyue's face turned pale as he touched his phone: "Okay, let's go to another place."
"Just wait for me! Don't even think about leaving this store today!" The young man, with blood all over his face, shouted while covering his nose.
"Okay, the back alley leads to Zijin Mountain Road, how about we practice there?"
Zhou Qi slowly refilled his beer without even raising his eyelids.
A few troublemakers stood up to leave, and their chairs made a harsh sound on the ground.
"What's the hurry? You haven't paid for the King's Pickled Cabbage Pot you ordered yet."
Zhou Qi used his thumb to push open the second bottle of beer, and the amber liquid frothed in the glass. His movements were so smooth that everyone around him was stunned.
“We didn’t even start eating!”
"The kitchen has killed fresh fish for you!" The glass slammed heavily on the table, making the seasoning jars clink.