Chapter 915 Surprises and Accidents

"Then your demands are a bit high." Jiang Changxi frowned and said seriously.

"I've been preparing for it for a long time, and it's just gone." Ling Hong took several bites of the drunken peanuts on the table angrily to vent his frustration.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing if you don't like eating to vent?" Wu Hai stopped the food on the table and said protectively.

"You're still not a friend, what's wrong with eating some food?" Ling Hong reluctantly said goodbye and grabbed a piece of fried spicy pepper, chewed it angrily and then swallowed it.

"Of course not. I just wanted to drink while listening to your sad story." Wu Hai said matter-of-factly: "When I hear that you are unhappy, I can eat two more bowls of rice."

"Haha, it's a dream." Ling Hong glared at Wu Hai.

"Indeed, there are too few things that can make you sad. It's a waste of my wine." Wu Hai nodded and said in agreement.

"Go, go, go." Ling Hong waved his hand angrily.

"If that doesn't work, I'll sign it for you. After all, I'm also a celebrity." Wu Hai looked at Ling Hong and said suddenly.

Of course, when he said this, Wu Hai's hand was still protecting the appetizers on the table.

"Whoever wants your dog crawling to sign, go to hell with you." Ling Hong rolled his eyes at Wu Hai.

"My signature is very valuable." Wu Hai said seriously.

"That's true." Jiang Changxi next to her rarely echoed Wu Hai's words. She remembered that during the Chinese New Year last year, Wu Hai was surrounded by two or three naughty children asking for red envelopes.

Thinking about when Wu Hai had gone out to bring money, he gave each of them an autograph. Then Jiang Changxi, who was passing by, helped the naughty kids sell the autographs.

Then Jiang Changxi sold a large sum of money and split it 50-50 with the three naughty kids.

I have to say that Queen Jiang is really free.

"No then." Ling Hong waved his hand and said dissatisfiedly.

"Don't wave your hands like you're trying to grab food." Wu Hai looked at Ling Hong with a "I've seen through you" look on his face.

"I seem to have bought you a lot of drinks. Are you so stingy?" Ling Hong asked.

"What you invited is what you invited, and what I invited is what I invited. According to my rules, you have to drink more and eat less food." Wu Hai said seriously.

"..." Ling Hong was completely speechless.

"Haha." Jiang Changxi took a sip of Pitong wine and laughed.

Ling Hong, Wu Hai, and Jiang Changxi were noisy and noisy. Others had seen it before and were not surprised, but Mr. Wei beside him couldn't help but sigh.

"It's good to be young." Mr. Wei said with emotion as he drank half a glass of beer.

Mr. Wei's words attracted the attention of Chen Wei, who was drinking on the other side.

"You're not old either." Chen Wei said.

"Old, already old, my daughter is already that old." Mr. Wei shook his head and said.

"I don't have a girlfriend yet." Chen Wei said dissatisfied.

"It's not that you are old, it's that I feel that I have entered middle age when I am old." Mr. Wei explained.

"You are already married at my age, and I don't even have a girlfriend yet, you old fart." Chen Wei said.

As Chen Wei said, Mr. Wei was indeed married when he was Chen Wei's age. After all, he was only a few years older than Chen Wei. No wonder Chen Wei said he was not old.

"It's just because I'm married and have children that I feel old." Mr. Wei said with a faint smile.

"Fortunately, although I got married, I got divorced again." Jiang Changxi said politely next to her.

"Haha, yes, I forgot about you." Chen Wei said.

"I'm still young anyway." Wu Hai spread his hands.

The issue of age always resonates. The three people drinking at the table began to discuss the topic of age again. For a moment, Ling Hong was not so sad.

Since the Yuanzhou Tavern has added beer, the atmosphere has become more lively when everyone drinks, because they can clink glasses generously.

This warm atmosphere lasted until the end, when everyone basically said goodbye as they walked.

"I'm leaving." Wu Hai waved his hand and went upstairs accurately.

"Shall I see you off?" Ling Hong looked at Jiang Changxi and asked.

"No, someone will pick up." Jiang Changxi shook her head.

"Okay, I'll take you to the intersection.

"Ling Hong nodded.

"Your chauffeur hasn't come yet?" Jiang Changxi asked, tilting her head without refusing.

"Well, I haven't called you yet. I'll call you when you get to the parking lot." Ling Hong said.

"How about I give it to you?" Jiang Changxi smiled and said softly.

"No, no, no, I'll go back by myself." Ling Hong waved his hand quickly.

"Okay." Jiang Changxi nodded, got into the taxi that had just arrived, and left.

"This Queen Ginger is real." Ling Hong was teased and almost sobered up. He took out his cell phone and prepared to ask the driver to take him and the car back together.

But as soon as I took out my phone, I saw a car in the shadow of the street.

It was still a red tricycle. The most important thing was that it was driving towards Ling Hong. It must be a person soliciting business.

"Hey!" As soon as the car arrived in front of Ling Hong, before he could refuse to ride, he was surprised by the person who opened the window.

"Grandpa Jia?" Ling Hong looked at Uncle Jia sitting in his seat in surprise.

"Xiao Ling, are you coming out after drinking?" Uncle Jia nodded, then opened the car door and prepared to get out.

"Well, I just finished drinking." Ling Hong nodded.

Chatting between Ling Hong and Uncle Jia is no longer so awkward. After all, they talked about their common hobby, basketball, last time.

Therefore, Ling Hong was very relaxed when he replied.

Uncle Jia nodded and didn't say much. Neither of them spoke for a while.

There was still a breeze blowing, bringing a bit of chill, and then Ling Hong spoke: "Why is Uncle Jia still here so late?"

It makes sense for Ling Hong to ask this. Most of the people who come here to drink at night are picked up or asked to drive on behalf of others. Basically, no one will ride in such a tricycle.

And Uncle Jia has never waited for business here.

"Oh, yes, this is for you." When Uncle Jia was asked, he immediately took out a cloth bag in his hand, picked it up and handed it directly to Ling Hong.

This cloth bag is one of those product bags with the product name Brownie printed on it. It looks like the name of a cake shop.

"This is it?" Ling Hong took it subconsciously and asked doubtfully.

Judging from the feel, the thing inside should be a book or something, and it should be valuable, otherwise it would not be packed in a cloth bag. However, Ling Hong did not open it immediately to take a look. He was a little confused now.

"Take a look, you definitely like it." Uncle Jia confidently pointed to the contents of the small bag.

"Okay, let me take a look." Ling Hong was also very curious. He quickly unknotted the knot and poured out a black leather-covered book.

The notebook is not big, about the size of an adult man's hand and the thickness of a finger. The black leather cover has three large characters "notebook" imprinted on it. It looks like a good notepad.

The market price is about thirty yuan, which is naturally not comparable to the price of the 96-year-old FILOFAX loose-leaf notepad Ling Hong bought from the UK.

"Book?" Ling Hong looked at Uncle Jia doubtfully.

"Open it and take a look." Uncle Jia said with a smile on his face: "The notebook is not the key."

"Wow!" Ling Hong followed his words and opened the notepad directly. There was a line of crooked Chinese characters written in the blank space of the title page of the notepad. It looked like a primary school student who had just learned to write.

It read: [I wish Linghong to drink less and take care of his health] The last signature was from a person Linghong was very familiar with, it was Shaquille O'Neal in English.

Ling Hong's eyes widened. There was a sharp contrast between the squiggles in English and the crooked Chinese characters. It is no exaggeration to say that the Chinese characters in kindergarten are written better than this, but it looks very harmonious, even if he pays attention to three points. The water is far away from the water on the edge, and it looks nice.

O'Neal's signature!

Ling Hong looked at the smile on Uncle Jia's face and wished Ling Hong to stop drinking and take care of his body. This was clearly a sick sentence. It was completely conceivable that O'Neal didn't know what he meant. As a fan of O'Neal, Ling Hong knew even more that O'Neal was not I can write Chinese, but I don’t know Chinese.

It’s really hard to imagine how this Uncle Jia in front of me did it.

Ling Hong suddenly smelled the sweet smell of chocolate left on the brownie bag and on the notebook.

"My nose has a really good sense of smell. Why didn't I think the cakes from the Brownie Cake Shop were so fragrant before? Find a chance to try it." Ling Hong thought to himself. Now that he has this notebook in his hand, it smells better than when he first received it. Looks a lot heavier.

Ling Hong couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa Jia, how did you do it?"

"I am also your grandfather's monitor after all, and your Uncle Jia still has some abilities." As he said this, Uncle Jia laughed to himself.

The hearty laughter made Ling Hong couldn't help but laugh too.

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