Dragon couple

Sheng Yipei looked like a girl since he was a child. The Sheng family was afraid that he would be too feminine, so they gave him a masculine and down-to-earth nickname, Goudan.

After Sheng Yipei grew up, no one called this name again, until he accidentally slipped the tongue when he was drunk. Since then, Goudan has become their exclusive pet name for Sheng Yipei.

Shouting once to provoke hair, but they never get tired of it, and the leader among them is Cheng Zhen.

Under Sheng Yipei's severe beating, both sides took a step back in the end and called him by his name, Peipei.

Although it sounds like a girl's name, it's so much better than Goudan.

"You're avenging your own personal revenge, Peipei." Cheng Zhen was furious. He couldn't really offend someone. His tricycle was still in the hands of the other party. If he had to pay a fine of [-] yuan, he would have done nothing this month. , but also posted [-].

Sheng Yipei sneered, waiting to see how Cheng Zhen would admit his mistake.

Cheng Zhen asked the confusion in his heart: "By the way, how did you become an urban management here?"

"It's not my dad, who said he would find me a job in the police station, and first train and hone. Who is willing to go to his place? I just said something casually, it's better to be an urban management, who knows that he really found an acquaintance to let me come here. When the city management comes." Sheng Yipei complained to him, talking about his strict father.

Sheng Yipei is most afraid of his father. His father doesn't like his frequent fooling around. He always wants to send him to be a soldier and receive militarized training in the army. Sheng Yipei is not willing to suffer such hardship. He is the only son in the Sheng family, except for his father. The whole family doted on him, and when he complained, he turned into an insider. With his grandparents suppressing him, even his father would have nothing to do with him.

"That's not bad, I think you are quite majestic, don't you?" Cheng Zhen comforted him.

Sheng Yipei was annoyed to death by these trivial matters of urban management: "Why don't you do it?"

Cheng Zhen smiled and shook his head: "My family is not capable of this."

"fart."

"It's you, why don't you come home and sell pancakes?" Sheng Yipei couldn't figure out what Cheng Zhen was doing.

"I'll talk to you later." They stood and chatted for so long, the crowd behind them gradually dispersed, and those city management officers were approaching Cheng Zhen in a bad manner. Cheng Zhen and Sheng Yipei made friends, "You said we would I'm so familiar, your lord has a lot, let me go?"

"That won't work." Sheng Yipei frowned, "There are so many people watching, at worst, you will be fined less."

"How much?" Cheng Zhen asked.

"That depends on your attitude." Sheng Yipei had four words written all over his face: A villain succeeds.

"Brother Sheng?" Cheng Zhen called tentatively.

"Hey." Sheng Yipei felt relieved, and said mercifully, "I'll charge you two hundred."

"The boss is still the best, and he sticks to his post on the street alone, which prevents fish that slipped through the net like this." While flattering Sheng Yipei, a certain urban management officer looked at Cheng Zhen with disdain.

Sheng Yipei said proudly, "Of course."

A group of them have selectively forgotten the real reason why Sheng Yipei stayed in the car.

10 minutes ago, Sheng Yipei issued an order: You go and arrest, I will sleep in the car for a while, I am sleepy.

Subordinate members: Alright, boss.

"Take this car back, be careful, don't damage it." Sheng Yipei ordered them on a business-like basis.

Then he grabbed Cheng Zhen's neck and took him away.

Someone asked: "Boss, where are you going?"

Sheng Yipei waved at them without looking back: "I'll take this little bastard away and give him the most severe criticism and education alone."

Where did this evil wind come from, the boss actually took the initiative to work today?

At the barbecue stand, Sheng Yipei in a uniform was seriously criticizing and educating Cheng Zhen.

Sheng Yipei held a meat skewer in his hand, and said to Cheng Zhen: "Did you know? You are the key target of our report this time."

"If I didn't bring you out, you might really be able to stay in the bureau for a few days."

Cheng Zhen was taken aback, and cursed: "Which grandson did it."

"Don't blame others. When we arrived, your line was almost at the gate of the Urban Management Bureau. It's normal for someone to be jealous." Sheng Yipei didn't think it was strange, and then said to Cheng Zhen, "There are rumors outside , said that there is a pancake seller who earns a million a month, I didn’t believe it at first, but when I saw it today, I didn’t expect that person to be you.”

"Who said you can earn a million dollars a month? I can't even pay a fine with the little money I earn, and I have to pay back a million. If I can really earn a million, I will be on CCTV in the morning." Cheng Zhen felt absurd.

The theme of Tomorrow's Finance Channel is the most successful pancake brother in history, from scratch to earning millions a month.

"I just said they were talking nonsense." Sheng Yipei didn't believe it, but he was more concerned about why Cheng Zhen couldn't think of selling pancakes, "You said you are a good rich second generation, what are you trying to sell pancakes for?"

"It's for the money, or you want me to starve to death?" Cheng Zhen said frankly.

"What's the matter, did you quarrel with your family? Come on, tell me." Sheng Yipei showed a gossiping expression.

Cheng Zhen only said one word: "Get lost."

"Damn it, throw it away when you're done using it." Sheng Yipei couldn't help cursing a few words, and then returned to seriousness, "But to be honest, if you are awkward, you should take the time to report to your parents that you are safe. Now the whole Jiangcheng Looking for you."

"Understood." Cheng Zhen replied lightly.

"Hey, remember to ask Brother if you have anything, maybe Brother will help you if you are soft-hearted." Sheng Yipei relied on his status as an urban management officer to do whatever he wanted.

"Shut up, you." Cheng Zhen had a headache and couldn't stop him from eating.

The skewers on the table were almost eaten, Sheng Yipei called the waiter over to pay the bill.

"Hello, the total is 378, who will pay?"

The two pointed at each other at the same time:

"He pays."

"He pays."

Sheng Yipei: "I let you lose [-] yuan in fines, and you won't even invite me to dinner?"

Cheng Zhen: "All my money was used to pay the fine, where did I get the money to treat you to dinner?"

Sheng Yipei: "Isn't your business very good?"

Cheng Zhen: "Business is difficult, Brother Sheng."

"All right, all right, for the sake of calling me bro, I'll pay for this meal." Sheng Yipei, whose vanity was satisfied, decided to spend the meal out of his own pocket even though he was receiving a salary of [-] a month. please.

Cheng Zhen felt at ease while eating, and gave Sheng Yipei a thumbs up: "Great."

"Look at you, Cheng Zhen, you are so poor that you even have to argue with me about a meal." Sheng Yipei, who was bleeding heavily, took the opportunity to taunt him, "You were not like this before."

Fortunately, Cheng Zhen was thick-skinned enough, and without raising his eyelids, he replied calmly, "This is called Huluo Pingyang being bullied by dogs."

"Who are you calling a dog?"

It wasn't too early. After such a toss, Cheng Zhen's pancakes were only sold for one-third, and more than half of the ingredients were left.

He glanced at his phone and asked Sheng Yipei, "By the way, what time do you get off work?"

"09:30, what's the matter?" Sheng Yipei looked at his watch, it happened to be the time when they got off work.

Cheng Zhen stared at Sheng Yipei closely, with a sincere tone and sincere eyes: "Since I'm off work, can you return my tricycle to me? I haven't sold out yet."

It's still early now, at worst, he will work harder tonight and work overtime to sell the remaining pancakes.

Sheng Yipei glared at him: "I'm not dead yet, you said this in front of me, do you want me to guard against myself?"

"If you pretend you don't know, it's over. I'll sell it in another place." Cheng Zhen tried to persuade him, "Look, there are so many pancake sellers in Dongchong City, and it's not just my family. Can you manage it?"

Sheng Yipei thought for a while: "No way. How about this, you come to get the car tomorrow, and then hide for a few days, and when the limelight passes, you can come out and sell it."

Cheng Zhen: "Is the investigation so strict?"

Sheng Yipei asked him about science: "Do you think this is a joke? If you occupy the road and operate without a license, you can confiscate your illegal income according to the regulations and impose a fine of less than 1 yuan. If the harm is serious, a fine of 2 to 20 yuan can be imposed."

"Just the team in the front row of your stall, will it affect the traffic? If it is bigger, will it affect the society? If you meet someone who is more ruthless, you will be fined 20 in one breath. Do you know how much I saved you? "

"Sure, Peipei, I'm quite familiar with the laws and regulations." Cheng Zhen looked at him with admiration.

"My dad forced it." Sheng Yipei looked back with a look of unbearable expression.

It's not a problem to go on like this, Cheng Zhen groped: "Anyway, someone you know, can you help me get a certificate?"

The money he earned last month was barely enough to rent a small shop. It doesn't matter how big it is, and the location doesn't matter, as long as it allows him to sell pancakes.

Sheng Yipei: "Yes. Ask me to apply for the certificate, right? If you need to collect taxes, since we know each other well, I will give you a 80.00% discount and charge you [-]% of the tax."

Cheng Zhen got up and put on his clothes: "Can I break your bone?"

"Okay, to be serious, then you have to go home as soon as possible, otherwise they will know you are here, and my dad will not be able to explain it." Sheng Yipei looked serious.

"Okay." Cheng Zhen said solemnly.

Before leaving, Cheng Zhen left Sheng Yipei's number and put it to his ear as if making a phone call: "If there is any situation, please let me know in advance."

Sheng Yipei returned the same gesture: "I understand what you mean."

Cheng Zhen returned home, sat in front of a chair and looked at the ticket for home, and suddenly a message from the associated account burst out:

Cream Bubble: [Playing games? ]

Cheng Zhen switched accounts and returned to him: [Don't call. ]

He has no more stalls, and he still plays games. If he doesn't want to make money, the only thing waiting for him is to play the floor.

The author has something to say:

What is waiting for you will not be a bed on the floor, but a kneeling washboard.