Rebirth: If the school beauty is not sweet, why should I lick her?

Chapter 489

Zhou Jiangnan didn't do it after all.

Wang Jialu saw that the more he didn't dare to do it, the more charming he became, which made Zhou Jiangnan so uncomfortable that he exploded. Then, when he was about to reach the critical point, he reported his work seriously and left the president's office without any regrets.

The gray silk hip skirt was twisted, and I really wanted to slap her hard.

Zhou Jiangnan regretted it very much.

I really shouldn't have exhausted all the resources.

...

Afternoon.

After finishing the plain and boring work, he went to Jiangnan Food Feast early to make arrangements.

Although the store manager Li Youcai repeatedly assured on the phone that he would make arrangements, Zhou Jiangnan was still worried and had to come to check it in person.

"This, this, and this, why are these three dishes on display? They are all academic masters, middle-aged and elderly people, who the hell would eat such high-sugar and high-calorie food? Hurry up and change them to other lighter side dishes."

"Wait a minute, get a tray of steamed coarse grains, some room temperature mineral water... and a pack of the best Huazi cigarettes."

"I won't drink Maozi today, change it to Fenjiu for me, it is said that Dean Qiu is from Jinzhong."

Zhou Jiangnan scolded Li Youcai, making his head sweat.

Li Youcai couldn't figure out why such a young boss knew so much. He shouldn't be so experienced in arranging dinner parties if he hadn't been beaten by society for a few years.

"Okay, that's it. Hurry up and make the arrangements. Don't neglect the teacher's guests."

"Boss, are there really people who are born with knowledge?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Learn more. Learning never ends."

"Ah."

Li Youcai went to make the arrangements with a timid trot. Zhou Jiangnan stood by the window and watched the ancient costume beauty playing the guzheng in the pavilion downstairs.

The beauty wore a thin veil, creating a hazy feeling of holding a pipa and half covering her face. The pavilions and waterside pavilions were artificially built with fairy air, giving people a mood that can be viewed from a distance but not played with.

These beauties playing the piano were specially invited from the Art Academy to work part-time at a high price. Any one of them is a quasi-campus beauty.

Zhou Jiangnan was admiring it. Suddenly, the beauty who played the piano today looked upstairs and felt a little familiar when she met his eyes.

"Huh??"

Zhou Jiangnan thought seriously. Isn't that Chen Zijin?

When did she apply for a part-time job here? Why didn't she tell me?

But Chen Zijin played the guzheng really well. Her ancient costume matched with the white mist made by artificial dry ice, which gave the impression of snow on the strings.

But her eyes looked very resentful. I am afraid that she was thinking of the world in the sound of the zither.

"Alas, the Liang Zhu song has been passed down through the ages. It is your weeping and complaining suffering. They are all miserable people... Youcai, why is she here? Double her commission for today's performance."

Li Youcai came in with a bottle of Fenjiu to show off. Hearing this, he hurriedly explained: "Boss, it was the boss's wife who wanted to apply for a part-time job. I thought you were playing some special role-playing."

"Fuck you, don't think about these things all day long. Don't call a beautiful woman who knows me the boss's wife. I beg you!"

Zhou Jiangnan was speechless. If he hadn't seen him holding the wine, he really wanted to kick him in the ass.

Li Youcai smiled awkwardly, thinking that no beauty could escape from your palm, you are the best Dumas.

Zhou Jiangnan stopped looking out the window, and calculated the time that Cui Jiaming and his party should arrive.

Originally, he wanted to arrange a car to pick them up, but old Cui said to keep a low profile, so he and Dean Qiu took a taxi and his friends in Shanghai drove over by themselves.

Well, this is the style of a big boss.

Speak of the devil, and the devil will appear. Standing upstairs, he has seen two cars driving into the parking space in the private courtyard, and Zhou Jiangnan hurried downstairs to greet them.

"Teacher, seniors, welcome."

"Haha, Lao Qiu, Lao Zhang, you don't have to be polite, this is my closed disciple, Zhou Jiangnan."

"Why do I need you to introduce me? You are so smiling that your face is about to break, and the mud is about to bury around your mouth. You are so lucky to have such a genius disciple, Cui Jiaming."

Dean Qiu is also a wonderful person in private, and it seems that he has a close relationship with Cui Jiaming, and he doesn't hesitate to confront him.

"Come on, classmate Zhou Jiangnan, let me introduce you to these old guys. The one with less hair is Professor Li Chunhua from Shanghai University of Finance and Economics. The one who is still charming in her middle age is also from Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, Professor Yang Hongying..."

"Old Qiu, you are still the same after all these years. You haven't changed at all even though you are the dean. You are a scoundrel..."

Professor Yang Hongying scolded him angrily. Zhou Jiangnan felt that what Dean Qiu said was indeed right. This old lady was probably a beautiful lady with graceful manners when she was young. At this moment, her temperament was also very elegant..

After the introduction, Zhou Jiangnan led them through the pavilions and waterside pavilions and went straight to the private room upstairs. During this time, Chen Zijin looked at him with resentment again.

Cui Jiaming was very satisfied and said to Dean Qiu: "See, this private restaurant hidden in the downtown area is also opened by Jiangnan."

"It's not opened by you. Seeing your face smiling like an old chrysanthemum, I thought he was your own son."

"I just treat him as my own son. My closed disciple is so promising, of course I have reason to be happy."

"Damn, why can't I meet such a good disciple!"

Dean Qiu's mouth was sour, and his face was full of dissatisfaction.

After entering the private room and sitting down, he suddenly smelled a familiar aroma of wine in his memory, and saw Zhou Jiangnan took out a bottle of fine Fenjiu.

Dean Qiu turned to look at Cui Jiaming, and Old Cui waved his hands hurriedly: "Don't look at me, this is not my arrangement, I am very busy all day long, and the most I can invite you to dinner is a roadside stall, tonight is all arranged by Jiangnan."

Dean Qiu couldn't help but nod to Zhou Jiangnan in approval: "Xiao Zhou, you are thoughtful."

The others took a closer look and quickly realized why Old Qiu said this, and nodded in approval.

This Fenjiu is a representative of the light fragrance type, but in fact, not many people drink it in the Jiangnan area. Zhou Jiangnan's arrangement is obviously carefully prepared.

A junior student in his early twenties is so thoughtful in dealing with people. No wonder he can make a fortune. This is too good.

"President Qiu, elders, this light-fragrance Fenjiu is a vintage wine. I hope you don't mind that I didn't arrange Moutai."

Zhou Jiangnan smiled and divided the wine, then placed it for the guests, and then asked Professor Yang Hongying: "Teacher Yang, can you drink? Do you want to change to something else? From your accent, you must be from southern Fujian. I'll ask someone to make a pot of Dahongpao."

"Okay, but I have to drink wine too. I'll drink less. Today is a happy gathering of old classmates and old friends, so that old Qiu Guangming won't say that I don't know how to respect him."

Yang Hongying replied with a smile, and glanced at President Qiu.

Zhou Jiangnan thought to himself that there must have been problems between these two when they were young.