59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Chapter 743 The Three Great Sufferings in Life

"Comrade, I'm leaving first. If Director Niu comes back, tell him I have something else to do."

Chen Feng drank most of the tea and then said goodbye.

Drive your motorcycle to Wangfujing first, turn the bicycle ticket and radio ticket in your hand into a bicycle and a radio, and add the extra batteries you got before, so that you can hear "birds in pairs on the trees" when you go into the mountains later.

I found a place where no one was and put it in the space.

"Chen Feng, what are you doing in here alone?"

Hearing the voice behind him, Chen Feng turned around and pretended to pull up his trousers.

"Ah, you are peeing here? Are you shameless?" Yan Jiecheng asked in surprise.

Chen Feng said disdainfully: "I'm tying my shoelaces and pulling up my pants. There's a public toilet next to me. Why would I come here to relieve myself?"

Yan Jiecheng came over to take a look, but didn't see any water marks on the ground. He felt a little embarrassed and took the initiative to flatter him, "I have an appointment with my friend from the textile factory. It's right in front of Shichahai Park. Let's go and take a look together?"

This was a blind date arranged by an old friend of his father, but it wasn't just him, there were a few other people as well.

He had almost said everything to Yu Li's family, but because of the rumors, the matter was blown.

When this guy saw Chen Feng's motorcycle, he wanted to borrow it to show off his strength.

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "It's boring. I just sold some meat to the factory and I need to go to the street to buy some delicious food. You can go by yourself."

Ugh, my heart hurts!

Yan Jiecheng felt tons of comparative damage!

We are all from Nanluoguxiang, so why are you so outstanding?

"Ahem, we're having a lunch gathering at noon, and we'll have roast duck."

"Tired of eating!"

Chen Feng got on the motorcycle and said in a tone that made him angry to death.

"···"

Just added salt to the wound!

Old Yan is a stingy person. He even sells a small mushroom fish to others. How can he buy meat for his family, let alone roast duck?

"Don't go. The people here today are all beautiful girls from the textile factory. Don't you want to go and take a look?" Yan Jiecheng really wanted to pull Chen Feng to join them.

Chen Feng is very rich, especially since he just sold meat to the factory, he must have quite a lot of money on hand. He is definitely a wealthy man.

If you cooperate with others at the scene and squeeze them, someone will pay for the ice cream!

"Is there a pretty little flower?"

Chen Feng asked with a strange look on his face.

Yan Jiecheng felt as if his heart was pierced. He let go of the truck bed and became a little dazed.

No way, are you stupid after being shocked by my words?

Instead of driving, Chen Feng waved his hand in front of him.

"Boss Yan, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm good, goodbye!" Yan Jiecheng now just wants to find a sister to hug his head and cry, to express his sadness.

The temporary job at the street office that he had booked was not available, the girl he liked was not available to him at all, and the blind date partner was not available either.

The three greatest joys in life for others are promotion, wealth and death of wife.

He suffered the three greatest pains in life: unemployment, losing love and losing his partner!

It’s so bitter!

Looking at the lonely figure of Yan Jiecheng leaving, Chen Feng shook his head. There were so many people he could like, but why did he want Zhang Haixing? The fact that he was not killed by Zhang Haixing was already a sign of her restraint.

You have to know that the last person who pestered her, Xu Damao, paid a heavy price.

"Hello, what kind of cigarettes would you like to buy?"

Chen Feng smiled and took out a cigarette ticket.

"Five packs of Zhonghua!"

The implementation of cigarette coupons also has its benefits, that is, the amount of first-class cigarettes circulating in the market is relatively limited, and they are hard to see, as they are all snapped up by wealthy people.

But now, the restrictions on cigarette tickets have at least allowed the previously unseen Zhonghua cigarettes to appear on the market.

Unfortunately, most smokers can only smell it from a few meters away.

"Okay, that's three dollars and fifty-five cents."

A pack of Zhonghua cigarettes with a mouthpiece costs 71 cents, and the price has hardly changed.

I found another one and spent another one.

After going around in circles, he spent all his cigarette and wine coupons.

These things have a limited date and will expire after September.

If you forget to buy it, you will lose a lot!

Anyway, smoking and drinking are harmful to health. For the health of the people in this city, let them suffer the pain!

After all, their family drinks space well water!

The amount he bought was not large. After all, this was the old city. Although it was not the case that throwing a brick on the street would not hit a section chief or a multi-millionaire, there were indeed many people here who could afford to buy.

After returning home, Chen Feng pushed the motorcycle inside with a smile.

"Grandma, do you want China?"

“No need. I still have the peony you gave me. You can keep it for yourself and use it to make friends in the future.” The old lady was sitting under the eaves, reading "The Road to Revolution: Chen's Diary" written by the old man.

Hearing Chen Feng's words, he smiled and said, "The Zhonghua cigarettes are well sealed, just put them in the cabinet in the bedroom and lock them up."

Cigarettes that cost 71 cents each must be of high quality.

"Grandpa, do you want Xifeng wine?"

"Yes, no!" The old man just said it, but he saw the old lady looking at him. The look made him a little scared, and he waved his hands quickly.

"You can keep it in the cellar. You can bring it with you when you have dinner with friends in the future."

After placing five packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and five bottles of Xifeng liquor in the cabinet in his bedroom, Chen Feng took out three paper bags, each containing ten kilograms of meat.

Go to the nearest drama school first.

Zhang Yu is not here, but Liu Meng is here, because Liu Meng is the leader.

"Uncle Liu, look how sincere I am. If I catch a fawn, I'll give you ten kilograms!"

"venison?"

Liu Meng stepped forward and smelled it, and said with an intoxicated look on his face: "Yes, it is indeed venison, completely different from pork and beef."

Chen Feng nodded. The smell of venison was indeed different from that of castrated pork, not to mention the smelly wild boar meat.

"how much is it?"

"eighty!"

"hiss!"

"Uncle Liu, are you okay?" Chen Feng looked at him with a smile.

Liu Meng waved his hand and said, "My tooth hurts, let me be quiet for a while!"

After a few minutes, he asked, "I can only give you half. What do you want for the remaining half?"

"I like works of art. Just give me forty oil paintings, Chinese paintings, and calligraphy works!"

Chen Feng said with a mouth full of nonsense: "I heard that the predecessor of the Drama Academy also merged with the Lu Xun Literature and Art Institute. Can you give me a few handwritten manuscripts of Mr. Lu Xun? I am his most devout fan."

Liu Meng almost fainted!

Mr. Zhou's manuscripts are supposed to be put in a museum, how could they be here?

"We don't have manuscripts. They've been sent to the museum a long time ago. But if you want a work of art, our art department has many masterpieces by masters. They're fine for one dollar each."

Although the Academy of Drama is not a professional art academy, it has produced many art masters, such as Li Guangchen and Tie Yang.

Chen Feng was too lazy to say that Liu Meng was shameless!

Before Qi Baishi became famous, he could exchange a pound of vegetables or several pounds of rice for a pair of these.

What a pity that I didn’t get such a good opportunity!