I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Six pm.

A well-known skewers restaurant in Huicheng.

The red oil pot in the center of the table was bubbling and steaming, and Boss Jiang was looking at the other person's bowl.

"You can handle so much spicy food?"

Anhui cuisine is mainly salty and savory, even a bit sweet, but the other person's bowl had more millet peppers than his, and they were all mushy.

“I went to university in Sichuan, do you think I can handle spicy food?”

This was Mr. Jiang's first time in Huicheng, so the person sitting opposite him was his only connection here—Zhao Fan, the express delivery guy he had just met that day.

The people of Huicheng were quite friendly and hospitable. He was about to leave, but the other party and he hit it off immediately. The other party insisted on treating him to a meal, so he had no choice but to stay and accompany the other party to deliver goods until he got off work.

It's definitely not waiting for anyone.

Or wait for the complaint call.

—It was simply because I couldn't refuse their kind invitation!

"You even went to university?"

Mr. Jiang picked up a handful of chicken gizzards and put them into the pot, still as outspoken as ever.

He could tolerate being mocked as a single dog, so this kind of questioning was just so-so. Moreover, after spending an afternoon with this guy, he found that although his words were not very pleasant, his personality was quite good, and his values ​​were quite compatible with his own, so he was quite to his liking.

"Hehe, I not only studied it, but I also graduated from a second-tier university."

Zhao Fan laughed and opened the room-temperature beer on the table. "If I didn't have a degree, I might not have been able to get into Express Delivery. The competition is too damn fierce. When I applied, I was almost dumbfounded. There were dozens of people competing for one courier position. I almost thought I was taking the civil service exam!"

After getting off work and taking off his uniform, Zhao Fan could speak more freely and handed the other person an opened beer.

"You must be a college graduate to be able to get a job in Donghai, right?"

Jiang Chen reached out to take the wine, neither arrogant nor impatient, "I'm 211."

Zhao Fan stared blankly.

"211? You're kidding!"

Mr. Jiang remained calm and composed, saying, "Donghai University."

"..."

Although it was just talk and he could have claimed to be from Tsinghua or Peking University, for some reason, Zhao Fan felt that the other person wouldn't lie. It was an indescribable feeling that had formed after spending the afternoon together.

And there's one more thing.

This guy is incredibly calm and collected.

No matter what we talk about, there's not much of a fluctuation, just like right now.

"If you really are from Tunghai University, then you're pretty awesome."

Zhao Fan poured the bean sprouts into the pot. "But you graduated from a 211 university, why are you delivering packages? What were you thinking?"

"I am a reserve cadre."

"puff--"

This time it was Zhao Fan's turn. Fortunately, he deliberately tilted his head towards the edge of the table, so he didn't spit his saliva into the pot.

"You're probably not much younger than me, right? Still saving up?"

No. It was promoted.

Although he didn't say much, every word Mr. Jiang uttered was quite insightful.

Zhao Fan stopped pouring the wine. "Huh? Don't tell me you're a 'cadre' now..."

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, but picked up a disposable cup. It's a universally accepted cultural practice to drink a cup before using chopsticks.

"Whew—that feels great!"

Despite it being the dead of winter, Zhao Fan felt quite content after delivering packages all afternoon with a beer. He downed the beer in one gulp and put down his glass.

"So what level are you at now?"

He asked with a smile.

I still don't think the other person is bragging.

I just thought I was joking with him.

This is a kind of humor.
"No level can define me."

Mr. Jiang was truly unceremonious, taking the lead in starting the meal and taking out a skewer of fresh beef from the pot, saying, "I've had drinks with Mr. Niu."

"..."

Zhao Fan stopped.

"Brother Niu?"

Brother Niu.

Niu Jili, founder of Speedata.

This is the affectionate nickname given to the president within Speedata. "Hmm."

Mr. Jiang lowered his head and began to savor the skewers from Huizhou.

"Tsk..."

Zhao Fan scoffed, picked up his chopsticks, and said, "Dude, I've seen people who can brag, but I've never seen anyone as good as you. You've drunk with Brother Niu, and I've even gone on a date with Pei Yunxi."

"I'm not bragging, you're the one bragging."

Mr. Jiang chewed on the beef bits in his mouth.

can.

tasty.

Look.

Isn't this guy incredibly interesting?
Zhao Fan, beaming, said, "I'm not bragging. Let me tell you, Pei Yunxi and I were deskmates in junior high, you know what I mean..."

"Your behavior constitutes defamation, and if the person involved finds out, you will be held legally responsible."

Zhao Fan didn't take it seriously. "I'm not easily intimidated. Go ahead and have Pei Yunxi sue me. You're allowed to brag, but I'm not?"

"Never mind. I forgive you."

"..."

Zhao Fan was overjoyed and reached for the vegetables, saying, "What do I need you to forgive me for?"

“I can get Pei Yunxi here with just one phone call,” Boss Jiang said.

He'd only taken a sip of wine, and he was already talking in his sleep?

Although they come from all over the country, they are all Han Chinese. Han Chinese drink and show off their hot pot. What else would they do if they didn't brag?
"Come on, let her come over. I haven't seen my junior high classmate in a long time, so it's a good opportunity to catch up and reminisce about our youthful days."

"Stop bragging."

???

Who started this hype first?
"I didn't brag, so come and call me if you dare."

"I won't bark."

"You're the one bragging." Zhao Fan raised his glass in a gesture of respect. "You claim to know all the big shots in the world that you're capable of."

Although it was a bit "humorous," Boss Jiang was very polite and quickly raised his glass in response, making up a joke but showing full respect to the other party in his actions.

This might explain why someone who has only just met would be willing to take another person out for hot pot.

There are too many people in this society who are two-faced and hypocritical.

"I know a lot of amazing people, but they all say I'm amazing."

"Cough cough cough-"

Zhao Fan coughed suddenly, his neck veins bulging from the alcohol. After catching his breath, he said with a flushed face, "Dude, I have a suggestion for you. You should go into stand-up comedy. Who knows, you might become an overnight sensation. It's more promising than delivering packages."

Mr. Jiang pushed the tissue over, "Then you have to come with me. Stand-up comedy is too challenging to do alone. Forming a duo will make things much easier."

"Hahaha……"

Zhao Fan laughed heartily, wiping his mouth with a tissue as he said sincerely, "It's such a waste for someone as talented as you to be doing manual labor. Really, if you just chose the right profession, you would definitely be doing much better than you are now."

"I'll think about it."

Mr. Jiang simply said, "Let's call the group the Fanchen Group."

Zhao Fan laughed and didn't take it seriously.

"Fan Chen? Your name is Jiang Chen?"

"Chen. The Chen of stars."

"Jiang Chen."

Zhao Fan muttered to himself, "Okay, I'll remember this time. I'll definitely talk to Brother Niu about you when I run into him another day."

“I will also tell Yunxi about you.”

You meet your opponent in chess.

You will meet a talented person.

Like this unexpected skewers meal today.

Who says life is always the same?

"You, Yunxi, are definitely going to get a lawyer's letter," Zhao Fan said with a smile.

"Actually, I call her Xixi in private."

xixi
whee?

"Brother, I admit, your skills are superior to mine."

Zhao Fan finally conceded defeat, "Come on, let's drink!" (End of Chapter)