Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 192 Nanfeng and Xiaoxian's Bet

"South Wind, your lemonade."

Yu Mo sat back down on the sofa, holding a glass of lemonade in her left hand and a bottle of vodka in her right.

"This is good stuff, give me some too."

Ziqiao looked at the vodka in Yumo's hand, and with a smile, he picked up the empty glass to pour some more.

Snapped.

Ziqiao immediately withdrew his right hand, which had been slapped red by Nanfeng.

"Young Master Lü, please take care of yourself since you're still sick."

"Have you ever seen a duodenal ulcer patient as reckless as you, daring to drink vodka?"

Nanfeng stared at the reckless Ziqiao and sneered, "Even if you're courting death, you should at least respect the effort I put into taking you to the hospital at 3 a.m. yesterday."

Ziqiao put down his wine glass dejectedly: "I almost forgot about that."

After taking medicine all day yesterday, Ziqiao's condition has greatly improved. Apart from a slight pain in his abdomen, he is almost perfectly fine.

Then, Nanfeng turned to look at Yumo: "And you, drinking vodka so early in the morning?"

"Oh, I'm just happy today," Yu Mo said with a fawning smile. "Besides, I can drink a bottle of vodka and still not get drunk."

"I hope so," Nanfeng said, taking the lemonade from Yu Mo.

Yu Mo quickly changed the subject, asking, "What were you all talking about just now? It was so lively!"

Zeng Xiaoxian raised an eyebrow: "We were talking about how good-looking the friend Nanfeng invited is."

"Is it pretty or not?" Yu Mo asked Nan Feng with a smile.

Nanfeng paused for a moment.

In this situation, answering "looks good" or "doesn't look good" doesn't mean much, and answering "not as good-looking as you" seems too ambiguous.

He thought for a moment and answered casually.

"I never care whether my friends are good-looking or not, because none of them are as good-looking as me anyway."

"Damn!" Zeng Xiaoxian was dumbfounded.

Only Nanfeng could give such a confident answer.

"Besides, I never comment on other people's looks; that's too superficial."

Nanfeng smiled and said, "Anyway, Nuolan will arrive this afternoon. You can see for yourselves whether she fits your aesthetic standards."

"Then I'll have to see if this Luo Lan is a beauty." Zi Qiao said with anticipation.

"It's Nuolan," Nanfeng corrected.

"Wonan?"

"...Read it however you like," Nanfeng said helplessly.

Ziqiao waved his hand dismissively and said, "I don't care if you're Luo Lan, Ruo Nan, Nuo Lan, or Ruo Lan. In Sichuan dialect, we all pronounce them as Luo Lan."

Yu Mo was stunned: "You can read it clearly."

Zeng Xiaoxian clapped his hands and said, "Alright, let's not talk about Nuonan... oops, Nuolan."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Nanfeng and Yumo expectantly: "Which of you two would like to be my first sales customer?"

Nanfeng and Yumo exchanged a glance.

"goodbye."

The two got up from the sofa and prepared to leave.

"Hey, you guys are so disloyal!" Zeng Xiaoxian said indignantly.

Nanfeng said with a half-smile, "Teacher Zeng, it's not that we're being disloyal, it's just that you're so unprofessional."

"Am I unprofessional?"

Zeng Xiaoxian pointed to himself in astonishment, and said unconvinced, "Ziqiao just taught me all the core points of the conversation, so with my intelligence, there's absolutely no problem, okay?"

"Let's set aside the question of whether you actually possess intelligence or not."

Nanfeng asked calmly, "I'll just ask you one question: what exactly are you selling?"

"My autographed photo," Zeng Xiaoxian replied matter-of-factly.

Nanfeng shrugged, pointing to the empty coffee table in front of them: "Where's your photo?"

Zeng Xiaoxian's mouth dropped open, his face blank with shock.

"Yeah, where are my photos?"

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Ziqiao: "You're the one who arranged for me to sell the photos. Where are the photos?"

"Please, how could I possibly have your autographed photo?" Ziqiao shrugged. "Go back and get it yourself."

Zeng Xiaoxian said dejectedly.

"Depend on!"

……

"Depend on!"

Nanfeng and Yumo watched as a large cardboard box landed on the coffee table with a dull thud.

The two looked up from the coffee table and cardboard box until they stared intently at Zeng Xiaoxian, who was hunched over and panting.

"Teacher Zeng, how many sets of autographed photos did you bring?" Yu Mo asked in surprise, adjusting her glasses.

Zeng Xiaoxian wiped the sweat from his forehead, slumped onto the sofa, and waved his hand weakly: "Probably a few dozen sets."

"Dozens of sets...cough cough cough..."

Yu Mo almost choked on her own saliva because of Zeng Xiaoxian's words.

Nanfeng gently patted Yumo's back: "Are you alright?"

"fine."

Yu Mo gently touched her chest, her face still showing lingering shock: "Teacher Zeng, do you know that there are only a few dozen people in the entire bar?"

Sunny Day Bar was originally just a small, quiet bar downstairs in an apartment building; even if the whole bar were packed, it wouldn't be able to hold many people.

Not to mention it's broad daylight, how many people are as free as them to come to a bar in broad daylight?

"I know," Zeng Xiaoxian said confidently. "If you count the number of customers this morning, there must have been about a hundred people."

"And who knows, my fans might buy a few more sets to give as gifts or recommend to others, so even a few dozen sets might not be enough."

"Hahaha..." Nanfeng mocked Zeng Xiaoxian's confidence.

"What's the meaning of your smile like that?"

Zeng Xiaoxian glared angrily at Nanfeng, who was bursting into laughter: "Don't you believe I can sell all of these?"

Nanfeng laughed and nodded: "Of course."

"Don't underestimate me. Let me tell you, I'm a different person after the transformation. I'm terrifyingly strong now!"

Zeng Xiaoxian puffed out his chest, forcing a confident look on his face.

"Yes, it's scary, really scary."

Yu Mo pretended to be serious and gave Zeng Xiaoxian a thumbs up, but in the end she couldn't help but lean on Nan Feng's shoulder and burst out laughing.

This time, not only Nanfeng was laughing heartily, but Yumo was also doubled over with laughter.

Zeng Xiaoxian was almost driven crazy by Nanfeng and Yumo, especially when he saw Ziqiao also secretly laughing. Xiaoxian was so angry that he was furious.

It's one thing for them to laugh at me, but you're laughing at me too?

"Don't just laugh, what if I actually manage to sell them all?" he asked indignantly.

Nanfeng took several deep breaths before she regained her ability to speak: "I don't even expect you to sell them all. Just this box of yours is conservatively estimated to have more than seventy sets, right?"

"I'll give you a 50% discount, thirty-six sets."

"If you can sell thirty-six sets by noon today at the price set by Ziqiao, I'll consider you amazing."

"I'll have my voice acting studio promote you and boost your popularity."

"But what if you can't sell them?"

Zeng Xiaoxian hesitated and tried to avoid the crucial moment.

However, since the two of them had already gone this far in their conversation, Zeng Xiaoxian had no choice but to back down for the sake of his own pride.

"If I can't sell them, you can do whatever you want with me!"

Nanfeng gave a thumbs up: "Brother Xian is so generous!"

"Since you're so generous, my request won't be unreasonable."

He glanced at Zeng Xiaoxian: "I remember you're a seasoned pro. And you even have double master's degrees in philosophy and history."

Zeng Xiaoxian proudly raised his head: "That's right."

"Then you must be very good at writing papers, right?" Nanfeng's eyes lit up.

"...That is it."

Zeng Xiaoxian had no idea what Nanfeng was up to, but he had to bite the bullet and answer anyway.

"That makes things easier."

Nanfeng chuckled and said, "If you can't sell them, you'll have to help me write a paper recommending the vehicles you buy."

"I will tell you my requirements for the new car. You need to write down the recommended vehicle configurations in detail in your paper, and make sure that each car meets my expectations."

"Information on car purchase locations and detailed directions near the apartment, the theoretical minimum price of vehicles, and subsequent maintenance procedures, etc."

"And if I'm not satisfied with the paper, you have to take it back and revise it until I am."

I was still thinking about how to choose a car, but now I have an extra free laborer who knows cars and can write papers.

I didn't want to add to Dali's workload, but Zeng Xiaoxian...

Giving him more tasks is also to keep him from being too energetic to act foolishly.

Zeng Xiaoxian understood, and he was so angry he gritted his teeth: "So you're using me as a car-buying app after all?"

Nanfeng just smiled and said, "If you don't dare, then forget it~"

【Depend on!】

Hearing Nanfeng's smug tone, Zeng Xiaoxian felt as if he had a thorn stuck in his throat.

I'm always the one who treats others badly, but now someone's treating me badly?

Is there any justice in this world?

Is there no law left?

If I back down now, what will become of my brother Xian's reputation?

"Let's gamble!"

Nanfeng looked at Yumo: "Then Yumo, you be the notary. If Teacher Zeng dares to pay for things out of his own pocket, you have Yifei strangle him!"

Yu Mo nodded with a smile.

Zeng Xiaoxian did indeed shudder; he had just seriously considered paying out of his own pocket.

Even though he was short of money, he couldn't lose face for his brother Xian.

However, it is clear that Nanfeng is not so easily fooled.

Especially since the entire bar was within his hearing range, it would be too difficult for him to pull any tricks.

Zeng Xiaoxian now regretted his impulsive actions, but he was now in a difficult situation.

Do it! Believe in your personal charisma and the core principles of the rhetoric taught by Ziqiao!

"Teacher Zeng, don't say your brother doesn't support you."

Nanfeng pulled out a set of autographed photos from the cardboard box and simply scanned the code to pay.

"Now you only need to sell thirty-five sets. Keep it up!"

After thinking for a moment, Yu Mo followed Nan Feng's example and took a set as well.

"Teacher Zeng, I'll encourage you too... at least so you don't lose too badly."

"You...just you wait and see!"

Zeng Xiaoxian, carrying several sets of his autographed photos, strode aggressively toward Yifei.

"Nanfeng, aren't you worried at all that you might lose?"

Yu Mo asked in a low voice.

Nanfeng had a confident expression: "Besides Ziqiao and Xiaoxian, there are only four people left in the bar: Yifei, Meijia, Guangu, and Zhang Wei."

"I don't believe the four of them would be willing to buy several sets of Zeng Xiaoxian's autographed photos to take up space in their bedrooms. Each of them giving one set is already the biggest support they can give him."

"Even if Teacher Zeng has the ability to get Zhang Wei to pay for it, he still has thirty sets of autographed photos to sell."

Nanfeng paused for a moment, then smiled slyly and said, "If he has the ability to sell these thirty sets of autographed photos, then of course I will accept the loss."

"...After all, I had already made almost all the preparations to help him with publicity, I just hadn't told him yet."

Ziqiao and Yumo gave a thumbs up in unison.

"It has to be you again."

I'm coming

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