Chapter 21 A Rare Gourd (Confused)

Out of gratitude to the waitress, Feng Jun smiled at her and said, "Thank you, thank you very much."

After the word "thank you", you must add "you" to show sincerity.

The waitress blushed slightly, hesitated and whispered, "You can leave your WeChat ID... Well, I can help you identify it."

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment. His current image - his temperament is so good? Actually being approached by a beautiful woman?

In the service industry, especially those operating high-end products, there are very few people with bad looks. The waitress is about 1.6 meters tall, has a slim figure, and her appearance is at least 80, and she is definitely taller than Xiao Li.

Seeing that the other party's face was slightly red, Feng Junsheng was afraid that she would feel embarrassed, so he immediately took out his newly purchased Zhongxia mobile phone, opened his WeChat QR code, and asked the other party to scan it.

Fortunately, I bought a new mobile phone! In front of a beautiful woman, if he still uses that elderly machine, not to mention whether it will lose his status after taking it out, just the slow opening speed will be enough to make him feel ashamed.

In fact, Feng Jun also has a crush on girls. He has been dating for such a long time. How about...finding a girlfriend to play with?

But the next moment, his mind was drawn to Qi Yu again. After the other party finished scanning the code, he smiled at her and said, "Thank you very much...'Ye Qingyi'?"

"That's my real name," the waitress smiled and her face returned to normal, "Li Dafu will serve you wholeheartedly."

Feng Jun also smiled and casually sent a red envelope to the other party, "I wish you a good mood."

In the domestic service industry, tips are not recommended. The waitress shook her head and said, "Thank you, I can't accept it."

Feng Jun smiled slightly and raised his phone, "We are already friends, aren't we?"

The waitress hesitated and opened the red envelope, which contained 6.66 yuan.

She raised her head and was about to say something, but found that the other party had already turned around and walked towards the door.

She moved her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't speak. She just raised her hand and sent a smiley emoticon on her phone.

Ten minutes later, Feng Jun walked out of the antique shop next to him angrily, holding a small gourd-shaped pendant in his hand.

You really can’t trust online novels!

This store has most of the jades and a lot of antiques, but he still didn't find the feeling he wanted.

Black dragon jade is not cheap. Even the pendants with the worst water quality cost several hundred yuan each. The shop owner kept recommending them.

Feng Jun couldn't bear it any longer and clicked on Ye Qingyi's WeChat ID. "Xiao Ye next door introduced me here."

The shop owner is a middle-aged man in his early forties, thin. When he heard what he said, a smile appeared on his face, "Hey, if you didn't tell me earlier, Black Dragon Jade is really useless, but I can't give in to the profit." It’s too much, this thing… well, it’s still going to go up.”

After a pause, he took out the jade gourd from the drawer behind him, "This thing... can barely be regarded as jade. A layman can't understand it and can't tell whether it's good or bad. You can take a hundred yuan."

Feng Jun really doesn't want to spend this hundred yuan, he is poor.

But whether it was Ye Qingyi or the store owner, they all gave him a good feeling, so...just one hundred yuan.

He wasn't even interested in letting Xiaoye help with the appraisal. He just wanted to have a topic when he met her again when he made money - I went to that store and bought something.

Feng Jun was not in a very good mood when he found nothing in the jewelry store. When he returned to the factory gate, he saw that the factory was completely dark and there were no street lights at the entrance. His mood became even worse, "This old guy!"

The old janitor was really stingy. When he saw the college students generating electricity by themselves, he simply didn't close the main gate. It's been more than 20 hours since last night... until now.

In fact, strictly speaking, this has nothing to do with money. The old man just wants to maintain his dignity.

He doesn't have to pay for the electricity bill in the factory, and he doesn't feel comfortable even if he doesn't close the switch.

But he must let others understand that I have the final say on how to use this line. Whether it is closed or not depends on my mood.

As for the argument that the college student tenants are innocent and the high cost of generating electricity from diesel generators, that is completely out of his scope.

——Do you think electricity is expensive? You don’t have to post it, I’m so old, can’t I still live well without electricity?

Feng Jun had communicated with the old man in the morning and knew this unreasonable logic, so he turned around when he saw it, come on, I'd better find a place to have dinner.

In fact, hotels can also charge for free, but in that case, you must find a private room to avoid attracting attention. However, the meals in hotels with private rooms will not be very cheap, and how much power can be charged in one meal? ?

Feng Jun thought about it and decided to go to a fly restaurant for food and clothing. Everything went wrong today, so he ordered a bottle of Zhengyang Baijiu.

Zheng Yangbai's temperature was 42 degrees. Even if he had a good drinking capacity, he would feel a little dizzy after drinking a pound of wine.

Looking at the time, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. After paying the bill, he wandered back, planning to go back to get a change of clothes and find a bathhouse to sleep in for the night.

There was no electricity anyway, and he could feel that his body was a little sticky. Moreover, if he could find a plug in the bathhouse, he could charge it while sleeping, just in a more secretive way.

When he reached the factory gate, he was startled. Why were seven or eight people surrounded and making noise?

After standing there and listening for a while, he understood the reason: these seven or eight people came to ask the old man to close the switch.

It is said that whether the gate is closed or not is the old man's own business. These people have no reason to ask, but they found something wrong: if you don't close the gate, this section of the road is dark and cannot be seen clearly.

This is a problem left over from history. There should have been street lights at the entrance of the factory, but there were no wires at that time. The leaders above said that your factory is profitable, so bring out the wires and put up a few street lights at the door.

Anyway, some workers in the factory also work night shifts, so it would be better for everyone if the lights were brighter.

Over time, this has become a routine. This section of the road is filled with street lights from the street light management office. Only this one hundred meters is the street light from the factory, and even the electricity bill is paid by the factory.

More than a hundred meters, whether it is far or close, Zhengyang City is the provincial capital, and there is no shortage of lights at any time. The diffuse light can also dimly illuminate this section.

The old man rejected them simply through the iron gate, "Don't talk nonsense, it didn't rain today, and the road wasn't dug. You can walk through this section with your eyes closed... You guys are not pure of heart!"

Of course these people have impure thoughts. They are pretending to be righteous, but in fact they still want to use free electricity.

Someone took the old man aside to discuss it, and it was probably a good deal, but the old man shook his head ruthlessly - he was really stubborn.

These people struggled for a while, and after seeing the old man's determined look, they gradually dispersed, leaving only two middle-aged aunts, still standing there and cursing.

Feng Jun turned on the light on his mobile phone, walked to the iron door, patted it twice, "Open the door, uncle, I'm back."

The old man opened the small iron door, let him in, and then quickly locked it, "You can't go out now, can you?"

Feng Jun was a little drunk, looked at him, and asked directly, "Tonight... there is still no power?"

"There is no electricity," the old man replied simply. "The main gate is broken. It will cost more than two thousand to repair it. There is no money on the street, so I am applying for it with the district."

He is just telling lies with his eyes open, just change the insurance and close the brakes. He is just bullying these neighbors who are not well informed, using the government's banner as a cover.

Don't you want to wait? That's okay, just spend more than two thousand and I'll help you fix it!

Feng Jun was too lazy to pay attention to him and asked again, "What about tomorrow? Can it be repaired?"

The old man originally wanted to say that it's none of your business, but when he smelled the smell of alcohol in the other party's mouth, he still said patiently and in an official tone, "How can you tell when the street wants money from the district? If it's fast, it's a day or two, if it's slow, It might take three to five months.”

Feng Jun looked at him indifferently and said, "Uncle, when I rented the house, I said that water and electricity were free, not that there was no water or electricity."

The old man was unhappy and his face sank, "Young man, the electric switch is broken, and I can't do anything about it. Otherwise, will you pay the repair cost of more than two thousand?"

He didn't want the other party to pay, but he wanted to scare off this little guy who didn't know how high the sky was.

"Uncle, you are not honest enough!" Feng Jun lowered his voice and brought his mouth to the other person's ear, "I can fix it myself... Do you want me to give it a try?"

"Ahem," the old man coughed twice, UU read www.uukanshu. net also replied in a low voice, "Okay, as long as you know, don't talk nonsense."

He didn't think he could hide it from this college student, so he happily admitted his failure, "I definitely can't close the switch today. I need to give these bastards a good cure. They are taking advantage of the public and are addicted to it? Don't worry, I think I can close it tomorrow." brake."

Feng Jun looked at him with a dark face, "I must reiterate, diesel power generation is very expensive... How will my loss be calculated?"

"You can take my electricity," the old man stretched out his hand and turned on a lamp.

He was really extraordinary at what he did. He even built an electric car. He led two wires from the battery of the electric car and connected a light bulb with a pull-box switch in the middle.

Feng Jun shook his head dumbfounded, "You have 48 volts of direct current, but I want 220 volts of alternating current."

The old man looked at him puzzledly, "My light bulb can light up."

Being uneducated is terrible. Feng Jun was speechless again. He shook his head, "This is an incandescent lamp. It can light up when there is electricity... No, this is a 48-volt light bulb."

"Then it's not my problem." The old man spread his hands and tried to play off the rogue, "Why can't you charge 48 volts?"

"I am also a scholar meeting a soldier. I can't explain why." Feng Jun smiled bitterly. "Yes, you are right. You are wise. I can go out and stay in the bathhouse for one night. Is that okay?"

When the old man heard this, he was a little embarrassed, "Why bother? Will you die if you work less for one night? Why spend this unjust money?"

At this moment, a roar came from a distance, approaching at an extremely fast speed.

The next moment, several bright car lights shone on the iron gate.

(To reiterate, this book is not a technical one, and the relevant professional knowledge is purely fictitious. Black Dragon Jade is not Huanglong Jade either. Uh-huh, please click, recommend and collect.)