The four people watched the guests come and then left immediately, a little dumbfounded.

The man who was the eldest brother was equally puzzled, and after he directly picked up the rice with chopsticks and ate a couple of mouthfuls, he was even more puzzled.

"It's very fragrant, isn't this the smell of fish?"

It tastes like fish. If you haven't eaten delicious food, some people may be able to accept it.

But Yunfei's pan-fried fish is so delicious that people want to eat it even after eating it. Who can accept this delicious boiled fish?
Several stewards offered to buy a pot of fried fish for dinner, but they all refused because Yunfei had no fish.

This is not the first time he has used fish as a main course, so most of the people on the pier have eaten pan-fried fish.

Many people have their mouths tricked now.

When there is no choice, it is enough to eat enough. When there is a choice, of course, it is enough to eat well.

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Yunfei used money to arrange for Zhang Qingsong to attend a private school.

Fortunately, he is a five-year-old child who has never read a book. If he is older, it will be difficult to handle.

The teachers and students of this school all speak Mandarin. He has inquired about it, and the reputation is not bad. Many foreigners will choose to study here.

After making arrangements for the child, he also told Huang Xiaoyan.

Zhang Qingsong is sensible, he said that it is enough for him to walk to school every day, Yunfei is of course worried about a five-year-old child.

He decided to leave the stall at three o'clock in the future, pack up and come back at five o'clock, and send the children to school at six o'clock.

As a result, he was very busy, and he basically didn't sleep at night to sleep, and he could only rest during the day.

During the daytime, the stalls at the wharf are full. He has no stalls, so he has no way to change the stalls to the daytime, so he can only stay up all night.

His hard work was also seen in Huang Xiaoyan's eyes.

Last time, she wanted to please a boss and clear up the relationship with Brother Yong, but she didn't expect that Brother Yong would die in just one day.

She suspected that it was Yun Fei who did it, but she also thought it was impossible.

Zhang Shiqiang, husband and wife for so many years, she still has some understanding, he is just a person whose heart is higher than the sky and whose life is thinner than paper.

He dared to kill chickens, but he didn't dare to kill people. Coupled with his subsequent changes, she only thought that those people's fighting scared him to change his ways.

After all, although gangsters look majestic, they may not be dead on the street someday.

So it's normal for him to be afraid.

Now that she heard that he had made trouble for the booth, her mind became active again, and she began to think about which boss had connections with the pier.

Now that she has fallen into prostitution, she has long since lost her lofty attitude. As long as it is beneficial to her, she will use her advantages to get it.

Qing Gao is ignorant of current affairs. In this place where people cannibalize, survival is the most important thing.

When she went to work again that night, the enchantingly dressed Huang Xiaoyan quickly found her target.

Wearing a cheongsam with high slits and high heels, she approached a middle-aged man in Tang suit with a smile.

"Oh, Master Qin, you are a busy person. You haven't come to play with us for some days, have you?"

"Haha, I'm a little busy. I came to see you just after I finished my work."

Qin Hai is a powerful figure. He is 45 this year. He is also a respectable person in the upper class.

After he lost his wife in his early years, he never remarried with the son left by his deceased wife, and they lived together for more than ten years.

The dancers in the ballroom basically have stage names, Huang Xiaoyan's nickname is Feiyan.

This Lord Qin has said more than once that she is very much like his wife who died early, she loves to laugh, and is also gentle and caring.

Therefore, among these dance halls in Shanghai, he prefers this one, and every time he comes, he will find Huang Xiaoyan as his company.

"How about doing a dance with Swallow for your face?"

Master Qin laughed loudly and said, "Haha, it is Qin's honor to invite such a beautiful woman."

The two rocked flirtatiously on the dance floor in close proximity, but that relationship never developed between them.

I don't know if Master Qin didn't like it, or because he was too loyal to his original wife, anyway, he never had that kind of thought about Huang Xiaoyan.

So they maintain this ambiguous relationship, and Master Qin takes good care of her.

People in the system, in a word, dare not embarrass Huang Xiaoyan too much in black and white.

"Master Qin, I heard that the market on the other side of the pier is under your jurisdiction?"

"Well, what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask, how are the booths over there determined?"

"You want it? I'll go back and ask if there is any one that is going to be transferred soon, and I'll give you the news."

Originally, Huang Xiaoyan was still thinking about whether to tell the truth, but Master Qin agreed without asking.

This made her heave a sigh of relief, and the smile on her face became more real. She danced with him for a while, drank some wine, and chatted for a while.

Until Lord Qin left, he had a smile on his face.

Originally, she came here to have fun, so of course Huang Xiaoyan wanted to make him happy. In order to coax people, she learned a lot of witty words so that she could strike up a conversation with them.

Even the owner of the dance hall said that she was born to eat this bowl of rice.

It's just that Huang Xiaoyan didn't respond to these words, there is no one who is naturally suitable, it's just that people are desperately adapting to the environment.

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Master Qin's speed was very fast, but one day later, he came to the ballroom again.

She blushed with a smile and said: "Feiyan, I helped you with what you asked me to do last night, how do you plan to repay me?"

"Haha, even if I don't help, Feiyan can't let you down. I heard that you like a song the most. I learned it specially, so I can show you an embarrassment?"

"Okay, then I have to listen carefully." After Master Qin sat down on the sofa, he ordered people to serve wine.

With a cigarette in his hand, he began to smoke, watching Huang Xiaoyan sing on stage with blurred eyes.

As the familiar tune sounded, his memory was brought back to the summer when he met his dead wife.

That's right, this song was indeed Master Qin's favorite, but it was also his deceased wife's favorite song.

Huang Xiaoyan not only resembled his late wife in personality, but also had a similar voice, but his appearance was not very similar, but his expression was somewhat similar.

For many moments, he couldn't help but overlap the figures of the two.

In fact, it's not that he hasn't thought about it, after all, with his current money and status, he doesn't know what kind of woman he wants.

Let alone Huang Xiaoyan, it would not be difficult to gather all the women who looked like dead wives in Shanghai.

It's just that he couldn't do it after all.

Their husband and wife met at the end of Wei, and she accompanied him through the hard times. It makes no sense that life is better now, but it is a woman like her who enjoys happiness.

And they also have a son, and he is also afraid that his son will be sad.

Be good to Huang Xiaoyan, besides these, I also pity what happened to her, and also have a son.

So he was very generous every time he made a move, Huang Xiaoyan knew that he was special to her, so she didn't want to live with pride.

This was the first time I approached him to inquire about things, but it was just a small stall, and it was not worth a lot of money, so he didn't mind giving it away to please the beauties.

Amidst the smog, his gaze as he looked at the stage gradually began to loosen, and his thoughts had drifted away.

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