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Perhaps the new store and the old store have made a qualitative leap from scale to decoration. There is a huge difference. My father is very shocked. My uncle takes almost every few steps. The same scene is just different angles, so he has to stop and introduce it to him, without anyone else's help.

Uncle Duan Feifan and Jiang Kuo’s business introduction were not spared, and he took all the money. Yang Ke spoke several times and wanted to help but didn’t find a chance.

There are two floors upstairs and downstairs. It took a group of people almost an hour to complete the trip.

"I've been there for ten thousand steps today." Duan Feifan took out his phone and took a look.

"This is only ten thousand steps?" said the old uncle. "You are a little easier to walk on for this ten thousand steps."

My father hesitated for a while before whispering in the uncle's ear: "What ten thousand steps?"

"Ten thousand steps are the number of steps," the old uncle took out his cell phone, "Look at this..."

When Duan Feifan heard his father ask, he took out his cell phone, but his father didn't seem to ask him. He hesitated for a moment and put the cell phone back.

Duan Ling came over and touched him with his arm: "It's not embarrassing to ask him about his brother."

"If you have the ability, keep asking his brother." Duan Feifan smiled.

When he returned to the first floor, Jiang Kuo was sitting on a chair behind the meat stall at the entrance of the store, stretching his head and legs out.

"I'm asleep," said my dad, "Why are you sleeping here? Doesn't your warehouse have a sofa bed?"

"I'm looking at the store." Duan Feifan went over and gently pinched Jiang Kuo's shoulders.

"Yeah!" Jiang Kuo sat upright and opened his eyes when he turned his head.

"The visit is over," Duan Feifan said.

"I just sold some meat." Jiang Kuo stood up.

"What did you sell?" The old aunt was a little surprised, "Can you cut meat?"

"What they want is the whole piece, right? No need to cut it." Duan Feifan said.

"No," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Xiao Xu cut it, I just watched it, it was not what I sold."

"That's OK, Xiao Xu is very sensible," the old uncle nodded, "If you really do something, I'll be scared, I'm afraid you'll cut your hand."

Duan Ling clapped his hands: "Let's go, go have a meal?"

"Okay, let's go," the old uncle waved his hand and shouted to the other side, "Xiao Xu, let's go out for dinner, you can just go together, the store will be closed first."

"No," Xiao Xu said, "There are so many people now, don't keep it away. I'll keep you there. You go and bring me some food when you come back."

"That's fine," the old uncle nodded and pointed upstairs again, "Where is Xiao Yang?"

"He won't go." Jiang Kuo was very straightforward.

Duan Feifan smiled: "He really won't go."

"I love my job and work hard," said Jiang Kuo. "I will have to set up an advanced employee award for him sooner or later. He is probably the only one in each selection."

When we set out to the hotel, my dad had to take the same car with my uncle, and take the truck of my uncle, and my aunt and Duan Ling took the car of Jiangkuo.

Duan Feifan sighed lightly when he got in the car. The old aunt sitting in the back row heard it with sharp ears and immediately said, "Fefan, don't care about these things. Your father just doesn't know how to get along with you now."

"Well, I know," Duan Feifan said, "after all, he and my uncle have known each other for a long time, and they have been together much longer than me."

Thinking of this seems to make sense.

But after all, they are father and son, so it is somewhat inaccurate based on the years.

Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifan. It was not easy for Duan Feifan and Uncle Duan to make up for the missing family affection.

Mr. Jiang used to be busy with business and didn't go home for a month or two. When Jiang Kuo saw him again, he would occasionally feel like he didn't know what to say, not to mention that the distance between Duan Feifan and his son was ten years.

However, although Duan Feifan was a little disappointed, he was in a good mood overall. Jiang Kuo could tell from his side that he had a happy expression.

The old aunt and Duan Ling were talking about Uncle Duan’s changes and various things about him in the back seat. It sounded quite interesting and very touching. In a flash of ten years, when talking about the past, it was already Duan Feifan’s elementary school event.

Ten years ago, I was still a primary school student. Because I lived a rich life, I had no imagination or expectation for the future ten years later, and even had some resistance.

Ten years later, he and Duan Feifan experienced the day he had been waiting for for ten years.

After tenth.

Jiang Kuo rarely thought about the "later" in the past, but what is real in front of him is, and he will talk about the "later" when he comes, but now he thinks about the "later" more and more frequently.

Afterwards, ten years later.

Is he and Duan Feifan still together? Is their store still there? Is Mr. Jiang bankrupt?... I'm really sorry Mr. Jiang...

"Take a brake, young master." Duan Feifan's voice came from the side.

Jiang Kuo came back to his senses and stepped on the brakes. He found that the old uncle's car in front had slowed down and was preparing to turn.

"I'm not afraid of being too late to remind you that you are so anxious or slow." Jiang Kuo said.

"Calculate it in advance." Duan Feifan smiled.

After getting off the bus at the hotel, he quietly asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I wonder if President Jiang's company went bankrupt in ten years?" Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan laughed: "Didn't you and Jiang quarrel again?"

"No," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "I think his thinking is getting stranger."

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan turned his head.

"You really have no other deal with Mr. Jiang?" Jiang Kuo said, "I really didn't talk about anything when you met?"

"...What's wrong?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Not much," said Jiang Kuo, "Let's talk about it tonight."

"Do you know, my old aunt held a parent-teacher meeting for me before. When I came back, I asked her what the teacher said," Duan Feifan hugged his shoulder and followed his uncle and others to walk to the second floor of the hotel. "She would say, have dinner first, and then say it tonight. Do you know what this means."

Jiang Kuo laughed.

"Let me have a full meal and I can bear it when I get beaten at night." Duan Feifan said.

"Is the old aunt so powerful?" Jiang Kuo asked with a smile.

"You are better than her now, she said with a face, you are still smiling." Duan Feifan said.

"It's really okay," Jiang Kuo patted his back, "I'll tell you tonight."

As soon as I walked to the second floor of the hotel, I hadn't figured out where the box that the models ordered was located in the corridor, I heard Ding Zhe's voice: "Uncle--"

Then there was a chaotic greeting. Before Jiang Kuo could see them clearly, the group of people had already pulled Lao Uncle and Uncle Duan into the private room.

"We didn't want wine," Dong Kun told them outside the box door, "Look at what bar do you want?"

"Okay." Duan Feifan nodded.

Jiang Kuo went to the service desk with him.

All the wines he could choose were placed on the shelf. He glanced at them and there was nothing he could like. Just as he was about to speak, Duan Feifan's arm was put on his shoulder and closed it: "Mr. Kuo."

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"It's not that my relatives don't recognize me, and I don't have time to go out to buy wine," Duan Feifan said. "I'll apply for these wines and I'll choose them."

Jiang Kuo tskated: "Okay."

The wine Duan Feifan picked was beyond Jiang Kuo's imagination. He only had two dozen small pieces of Erguotou.

"What does it mean?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"My dad and my uncle used to drink, so they loved to drink this," Duan Feifan said. "The two of them could drink until the second half of the night, and they chatted while drinking. Duan Ling and I were so sleepy that we kowtowed on the side and were still holding on to listen to them bragging."

Duan Feifan is still always careful. Uncle Duan’s familiar life and scenes have disappeared, but these wines tell him that everyone he is familiar with is still there.

"Will it be a little too much?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I'm not worried about one cup," Duan Feifan said, "You're not afraid of not falling into a thousand cups."

"Your dad hasn't been drinking for ten years," Jiang Kuo continued to worry, "Don't drink hard for a while."

"Don't worry, my uncle has the right to do it," Duan Feifan said, "Besides, I'll pour this one into my cup. When it doesn't work, I jumped and poured it on my dad, and it's over."

"...You have been honing your acting skills for ten years, right?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Yeah." Duan Feifan raised his eyebrows.

When they returned to the private room, the atmosphere had been lifted up by the role models. Ding Zhe sat next to Uncle Duan, chatting as if they hadn't seen each other for ten years.

"Yes, my house is just there," he patted his thighs, "It hasn't changed at all. The house that my breasts is about to collapse hasn't changed at all!"

"What are you talking about?" Duan Feifan sat down and asked.

"I'm trying to be my son," said Dong Kun, "If you come later, he will call him godfather."

"Just together," Ding Zhe said, "My godfather doesn't let you call him godfather."

"Damn." Duan Feifan laughed.

"Are you going to drink?" My dad turned around and asked.

"I want it," Duan Feifan said, "I want it as a waiter."
To be continued...