Chapter 7: Black powder

Turning the car on the road, Jiang Xiuwen’s gossip glanced at the direction of the co-pilot Di Qiuhe.
Di Qiuhe noticed his gaze, and the sticky note on the quiet handle was placed on his knees, looking at him sideways, his eyebrows were picturesque and murderous.
"Cough." Jiang Xiuwen took back his gaze and looked ahead. Pretending to ask casually, "Who is that person, who seems to be familiar with you, is a new friend?"
"No." Di Qiuhe replied with a sigh of relief, tightening the note paper in his hand, and wanted to say that it was a puppies that didn't know how to be good, but the words quickly swallowed, and finally pretended to be free. "It's a little fan of mine. Last time I gave him a signature, he signed it for me in order to repay me."
Jiang Xiuwen glanced at the note he had in his hand, and his expression was weird. "The fans returned to their signatures, so they returned their idols like the plague." They also imply that the idol is a dog. ? Is this really not black powder?
Di Qiuhe's body was stiff, turned his head and put the note into the bag, put it down on the back of the chair, pulled the cap over his face, and put it to death. "I am sleepy, call me again at the place where I eat."
"..." It takes only five minutes to drive from the place where you eat. Do you dare to find a more reasonable reason to escape the topic?
After a photo of the Emperor, He Bai and his body greeted a new Monday, and then stupidly spent the dinner window when buying breakfast.
"One bowl of porridge and two dishes, a total of three, please swipe." The loud voice of the canteen was heard from the window.
He took his hand from the empty camera compartment and silently walked out from the front of the team and touched the phone to call Wang Hu. "Boss, the rivers and lakes are in a hurry, I bought breakfast and forgot to bring money..."
After solving the breakfast, Niu Junjie, who has slowed down from the love of love, has gathered at the side of He Bai, and looked at Wang Hu and Chen Jie who walked in front of them. They lowered their voices and said, "Xiao Bai, are you not living?" I see that you seem to have quit your part-time job. This is the end of the period. If you have a part-time job, you can just spare time to prepare for the test. Then, don’t be too tired of yourself. If you have difficulty in the next semester, if you have difficulties, Brothers can help."
He Bai looked at him cautiously as if he was afraid of hitting his self-respect. He was warm and couldn't help but pick up the camera and rubbed against him. Then he smiled and hooked his neck and replied, "I still have the cost of living. It’s just that the card has fallen, so I can’t brush the canteen, I have to reissue it. Since you offered to help, I will let you pack the three meals before the card is reissued!
He used to be sensitive to money, not The willingness to take up the good friends has led Wang Hu and others to be too cautious in this regard, and now he has been in the ocean of money for many years, and understands that "pro-brothers" are not actually Good for getting along. The good intentions of friends are properly accepted, and when there is a suitable opportunity to return properly, the so-called there is a way to get along, is the comfortable way to get along.
When Niu Junjie saw his attitude, he was relieved and immediately smiled happily. He slammed the card in his pocket and said that he was not bad at the money. "Bag, card to you." I want to eat what I eat, just brush it! My dad filled it with 20,000 yuan, and I can't finish eating it when I graduate!"
Wang Hu and Chen Jie, who walked in front, heard the movement behind them. Looking back, I saw Niu Junjie’s look and joy. He understood that it was a thing, and he was relieved. He sighed with a tacit understanding and slowed down. When the two approached, they naturally joined the topic and walked toward the teaching building.
At noon, four people used the cow Junjie's card to brush a few small dishes in the dining hall. They had a meal with a hot meal. After the meal, he said goodbye to a few people and went to the card-making center to go through the formalities of re-issuing the card.
There was no one around, and he finally had time to think about where the card was lost. This thought, and the face of Di Qiuhe was flashed in his head.
Vaguely remember, in the alley that day, my sympathy flooded, took out a card and explained the identity of the other person seriously, and also encouraged the other party with a numbness... Then the other person took away his shamelessly. One card? ! What the is this! Take a poor student to eat, his conscience will not hurt?
I also remembered the little sister who was ruined by the other party yesterday. He couldn’t help but take out the camera with anger, turned to the photo of yesterday, click delete, delete... eh? This guy seems to be holding something in his hand...
He leaned closer to the camera screen, magnified the picture, and saw Di Qiuhe's good-looking hand holding a card-like thing, looking at the color and size, vaguely, as if... is his own card...
Did Di Qiuhe shouting himself yesterday, is it for a card?
......
He put down the camera and looked up at the bright sun in the afternoon with guilty conscience.
Forget it, when the time is reported, let him and Di Qiuhe’s grudges end on the lost card and the dog’s note paper.
After finishing the re-issuance procedure, he went to the off-campus Internet cafe. He first sent the photo of yesterday’s repair and the summary of the portrait to Xu Rongrong’s mailbox, and then downloaded the photo that he needed to repair this week from the work mailbox left to the icon. start working.
An hour later, the afternoon class is about to begin. He stretches out and gives Wang Hu a call to help him bring the book, then uploads the repaired photo to the mailbox and closes the computer to check out.
After he left, the long-haired literary youth sitting next to him took off the headphones, turned off the game screen, opened the school forum, ten fingers flying, excited to post - the clear stream in the Internet cafe party! Cute school brothers come to Internet cafes to do homework!
In a high-end apartment, Di Qiuhe, who has just settled the endorsement fee and returned home, turned on the computer, and the finger automatically opened the Q campus network automatically and clicked on the bidding product.
Trading progress: The seller has no response.
He pulled his face down, picked up the notebook on the table and opened it, took out the pink sticky note inside, took a photo, chose to sell the idle items, price ten, then upload, pass... the operation was interrupted and the upload failed.
Bastard puppy!
Angryly turned off the upload operation of his handcuffs, he re-wrapped the note paper back into the notebook, thought about it and took it out, stuffed it into the wallet mezzanine, grinding the sinister thoughts, not saying that this thing can Blocking it? If he can't stop it, he will dig up the puppies and let him apologize for the deception last night! apologize! Slap your shoulders and legs to be a younger brother!
In the brain, the puppy was called again. He finally felt refreshed. He gently held the mouse and refreshed the forum. Then a hot post appeared on the front page.
Ok? Cute school brother? Is there a cute puppy?
He laughed and held a post with a pride that he didn't understand very well. After reading the main post content in a three-line, he casually pulled the mouse wheel down.
A photo appeared below the main building. The background is an internet cafe. The angle should be a sneak shot. In the middle of the photo, a thin boy in a plaid shirt sits on a black sofa chair, holding the mouse in his hand, and his back is straight. On the screen in front of him, the complicated panel of the retouching software was put to the maximum, and the panel was a half-removed commercial.
This figure, puppy?
He didn't consciously sit on his body, staring at the face in the photo that was carefully coded, his eyes burning, and it seemed that through the mosaics he could see the other side's delicate face to the hateful face, and the smirk when the left face was punctured. dimple!
"The Internet cafe is a bad place for air... It’s been taken by a sneak shot!" He said with an unclear cold voice, couldn’t help but roll the mouse and read the contents of the main building again. After reading it, he couldn’t help but right click on the photo. a bit.
Then my heart was upset.
Do puppies have to go to Internet cafes for a homework because they don’t have their own computers? The guy seems to be dressed rather plainly, and went to find a part-time job yesterday... Suddenly.
He released the mouse and took the two photos of the main building for a few seconds. The more he saw, the more the mosaics were not pleasing to the eye. The line of sight turned and noticed the display in front of the puppy. The brow wrinkled and magnified the photo.
In the middle of the repair software, the half of the half of the commercials was printed with the words "Silver Photography".
He immediately thought of the studio opposite the red guest photography, and thought of the words that the puppies said in the past to find a part-time job, suddenly the heart was stuffed, could not help but take out the phone to call Jiang Xiuwen.
Jiang Xiuwen was driving, seeing Di Qiuhe calling, his eyes turned, and he seemed to be casual about Jiang Guanshan, who was sitting in the co-driver's script. "Dad, my mobile phone is calling, it is not convenient to drive, you help me. Take a look."
Jiang Guanshan returned from the script and picked up his mobile phone. After seeing the caller's name, he directly scratched him with an eye knife, then clicked on the answer, and opened the hands-free, never giving the opponent any chance to play smart.
Jiang Xiuwen saw his eyebrows.
"Waste." After the call was connected, Di Qiuhe’s voice was immediately transmitted, and there was no chance of answering anyone.
It’s nowhere to recruit a part-time job. It’s no wonder that the TV station’s business will be robbed.

Dudu, the phone hangs up.
Jiang's father and son: "..."
"Autumn Crane He..." Jiang Guanshan opened his mouth first, and his expression was a bit complicated. "In front of the peers, it is all like this...what is it?"
Jiang Xiuwen remembered the gentle and amiable illusion that his friends were hanging in front of the elders. He stuck the card and helped him round the field. "He was just anxious. I told him about the photo studio before. He was worried about me. ... you also know that he is a soft-hearted person, and his friend is not fluent. He is more anxious than himself."
"Yes?" Jiang Guanshan rubbed the corner of the script and looked cold. "I can hear it, he is really anxious."
Jiang Xiuwen breathed a sigh of relief and smiled and continued to circle. "Yes, he is a very good person. He always cares about this..."
"So what happened to you when you were robbed of the TV business?" Jiang Guanshan looked at him sideways and looked at him. "Who was telling me that the photo studio is all right, the business is going smoothly, and it will be profitable soon?"
"..."
"So, the child of Qiuhe, is it really anxious for you, or is it really worth it?"
"..."
"The studio is closed, come back to learn the director with me."
"I don't think so! It's true that I am in a hurry!" Jiang Xiuwen immediately abandoned the festival and gave his friends a wax in his heart. "Dad, you listen to me, in fact, autumn crane he..."
Before going to bed, He Bai poked the campus network, ready to check the progress of the replacement card. As soon as the result was opened, he received a lot of transaction reminders. After a few seconds, he remembered the fact that he signed the signature of Di Qiuhe in the idle area.
What was his price at that time? Five or ten?