. "This place is really... bad!" In Room 403, Building 7, Zhang Yan looked at the yellow and seeping ceiling, and expressed his sincere feelings. It is indeed not easy to do the house when working in a hotel, the bathroom has no water, the faucet cannot be opened, and the mattress spring is half broken. It is really not easy to continue.

"Does Secretary Zhang want to ask someone to say..." Wang Ergou suggested.

"No, everything we see now is real. If others know our identity, then everything we see will be fake. If you blind it for a long time, the fake will become real. In the end, we might also have to cheat people by making fake things, so now we should just enjoy this real world honestly."

"Sit!" Zhou Ziqiang pointed to the sofa in front of him and said. Zhou Ziqiang was a demobilized soldier. He was tall and big, and with a ball of black hair on his chest, many women said that he was a black bear, and a black bear that was not very particular. Liu Yueru was afraid of such a person. He was hypocritical in front of others and was unscrupulous when there was no one. If it was not necessary, Liu Yueru would not enter Zhou Ziqiang's office alone, but now she had no choice!

"Secretary Zhou..." Liu Yueru smiled with a flattering smile: "I came this time just for the building. You also know that our company has no money for the turnover now. So I have no choice but to come over to ask for money with shame."

"Hahaha, you're shameless?" Zhou Ziqiang stood up with a wretched smile on his face: "I wonder how thick Miss Zhao's face is?" After saying that, Zhou Ziqiang took a few steps and walked to Liu Yueru's side. He stretched out his big hand like a palm fan and touched Liu Yueru's face.

It’s almost time to go out to eat something. After settling down and giving the gift, Zhang Yan drove around casually. A snack bar at the intersection attracted Zhang Yan’s attention. From the car, it was just a simple big tent. But there were quite a few customers. What’s rare is that there were still several motorcycles parked by the roadside. A Hummer was also very conspicuously parked on the edge of the road. Could it be that these people were all buying things? What’s so delicious that it attracted so many people?

Parked the car. Zhang Yan walked into the shop and saw the master making Guokui. This thing is a good thing, but the floor is not good. Zhang Yan looked at it coldly for a while and felt that the master was really good at kneading the dough. He rolled it flat, flipped it, stretched it, sprinkled it, sprinkled it, sprinkled it, and rolled it in one go. The dough seemed to be alive in his hands. It seemed that so many people were queuing up, but it still made sense. Zhang Yan walked to the end of the line, and then chatted with the old man in front, "Old man, do you buy Guokui too?"

"That's right, why don't you buy a team that has been shooting for so long? You're so handsome, little kid, you're from that place!" The old man said standard Sichuan Mandarin, with a rosy face and strong limbs. He was not too wary of Zhang Yan, a stranger. This is the hospitality of Sichuan people.

"Yes, I'm from Northeast China. I'm here for a long time. I want to find some better snacks. Is there anything different about this Guokui?" Zhang Yan asked.

"This Guokui is different from other Guokui. It is crispy, fragrant, soft, and has a famous thousand-layer cake." A middle-aged man queuing on the spot interjected, "Even if the Li family Guokui is left for many days, it tastes very crispy. Otherwise, I wouldn't have driven to buy it in a car."

"Driving to buy Guoku, brother, you are so courageous." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Yes, it's not something that's said. The owner is too stubborn. He doesn't want a bun for five or ten yuan, but he insists on two yuan each. You said this is not to think that too much money is like!" the middle-aged man said with resentment.

Maybe he felt that the middle-aged man was resentful when he spoke, so the owner stopped the work in his hand and explained: "I only sell 200 Guokui a day, which costs 2 yuan per day. I don't care what kind of car you drive, you can only queue up. If you arrive in line, you will have Guokui to eat. If you can't, it's the same for flying. If you use money to open the back door, you can't imagine it. This is not a matter of how much money you have. I'm afraid it will damage my reputation."

After the owner explained, the people nodded secretly, and the middle-aged man also said, "What the eldest brother of the Li family is right. If I could go through the back door, I would definitely not buy it. That would not be the Li family's craftsmanship. Maybe who made it!"

Zhang Yan nodded, queuing while enjoying the scenery beside the road. However, although there were fewer and fewer people in front of him, the dough on the table was getting less and less. At the end, Zhang Yan heard the uncle in front of him take out ten dollars: "I'll buy five Guoku!"

The stall owner looked at the table and said, "Old man, there are only three, I'm so sorry. Then someone said loudly to the people behind him, "I'm sorry, everyone, today's pot-kick is sold out, let's hurry up next time!"

The people behind Zhang Yan scattered, and the old man took three Guoku and left. He didn't even make any polite conspiracy with Zhang Yan, and ran back with joy. One Guoku was so happy that Zhang Yan felt a little unreal.

"I'm sorry, brother, if you want to buy it, come tomorrow..." "Secretary Zhou, please respect yourself!" Liu Yueru's face was calm, and her pair of water-like pupils stared at Zhou Ziqiang. Zhou Ziqiang's big hand held an electric baton, and his face kept twitching. It was more than a foot away from Liu Yueru's face, but he couldn't use any strength. He just reached out and limp Liu Yueru, and his mind was very dirty. Is there anyone else here, and no one dared to break in. Even if Liu Yueru wanted to resist, he could not resist.

Although her idea was good, Zhou Ziqiang did not expect that although Liu Yueru was a woman, Zhou Ziqiang could not bully him at will. Seeing Zhou Ziqiang reaching out, Liu Yueru quickly took out an electric baton. This was originally for her self-defense. Unexpectedly, this time she used Zhou Ziqiang. The purple light lingered on the electric baton, and the sound of crackling was endless. Secretary Zhou didn't want to be verified by a knock.

This result was something that Zhou Ziqiang did not expect. He originally thought that as long as the repayment hole was stuck, Liu Yueru would have to come to the door obediently. It would be easy to have both people and money at that time, but he did not expect to encounter such strong resistance. Although he was still smiling on the face, he had already made up his mind that he would not pay back the money, unless Liu Yueru showed his sincerity.

"Okay, the girl is thin-skinned, but she still won't touch her..." Zhou Ziqiang said, and suddenly remembered something and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Liu, I remembered that there is another very important meeting to attend in the afternoon. You should first find Director Li for your affairs, study the charter, and talk about it after the new secretary arrives." After that, he looked at Liu Yueru and saw what she would do next.

Liu Yueru's face was pale. This result was something she didn't want to see. Offending Zhou Ziqiang means that her housing payment would continue to be delayed. This money is her life-saving money. If she didn't get it, the company would collapse. What would her family think of herself? Could it be...

Zhou Ziqiang looked at Liu Yueru with satisfaction. Although this girl is very stubborn, can she continue to be stubborn under such great pressure?

Liu Yueru's face became paler and paler. Finally, she raised her head and her face turned pale like paper: "Secretary Zhou, I..." "Brother, why don't you sell it? I've been waiting here for a long time." Zhang Yan said with an innocent face.

"No, the rules passed down by the ancestors are 200 per day. It's not okay to do one more or one less?" The owner explained impatiently.

"Can you lend your stove to drink noodles?" Zhang Yan was angry by his words. Isn't it just a pot-kick? Mr. Bai also taught himself back then, what's the hard way to do? He is so awesome.

"How do you guys do it?"
Chapter completed!