"Starbucks?"
Wang Zibo hesitated. He knew about this coffee shop near the school, but he had never been in it. He heard that the drinks there were very expensive, and only foreign teachers or rich students would go there often.
Wang Zibo would occasionally pass by the glass window outside and would look curiously, but if there was someone looking outside in Starbucks, Wang Zibo would feel embarrassed, lower his head, and speed up his pace involuntarily.
"Why, you haven't been there before, it's right next to the school."
Huang Hui smiled and said, "Zibo, don't be so old-fashioned. Your brother Chen Hansheng might come here often. He looks like a regular customer in the bar."
Wang Zibo shook his head, "He probably hasn't either. Once, he and I were looking for something to drink outside and happened to pass by this Starbucks."
"Then, what was Chen Hansheng's reaction?" Huang Hui asked.
Wang Zibo told the truth: "Xiao Chen saw that a cup of coffee costs 20 yuan. He said that such an expensive drink is really awesome, and he really hopes to lick the straws that rich people have used..."
"Hahaha."
Huang Hui couldn't help but laugh and interrupted: "Chen Hansheng is really humorous..."
Wang Zibo was stunned for a moment. Obviously, neither Chen Hansheng nor himself had been to a coffee shop, and his words were even more mean. Why did he receive an "old-fashioned" evaluation, while Chen Hansheng could be "humorous"?
In fact, Wang Zibo hadn't finished his words. At that time, Chen Hansheng predicted that Starbucks and KFC would be ordinary fast food restaurants in the future, and high school students could go in and out to do homework.
However, it was not appropriate in 2003. The consumption concept must be balanced with personal actual income.
"I don't know what kind of situation Xiaohui is in. She's about to be fired and has to look for a job everywhere. At a time when she needs to save money, she keeps going in and out of this kind of occasion."
Wang Zibo thought to himself, and followed Huang Hui through the revolving door into Starbucks. The environment was indeed elegant, and the nice song "Yesterday Once More" was playing in the air, but the environment was quiet and a bit depressing.
There were several foreign teachers wearing tweed jackets, typing attentively with their laptops; there were also some business men and women around 30 years old, with different car keys on the table in front of them, occasionally picking up documents and discussing in a low voice;
A few students were reading with headphones, and the MP3 on the table was very conspicuous.
Huang Hui also took off her coat and hung it on her arm, raised her head and chest to find a seat, sat down dignifiedly and seriously, and said to Wang Zibo: "I want a cup of cappuccino, thank you."
"What cappuccino?"
Wang Zibo didn't remember the name, and asked hurriedly, causing the people around to look over here.
Huang Hui looked embarrassed, and quickly stood up and said, "Okay, okay, sit down. I'll treat you today."
Wang Zibo was also embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Sister Xiaohui, I really didn't hear clearly."
Huang Hui didn't say anything, and walked to the cashier without saying a word and ordered two cups of coffee.
Wang Zibo stretched out his hand and scratched his head. He felt sweaty all over. He didn't know whether it was because the air conditioning and heating in the store were too high, or because he was not used to such an environment, maybe both.
"Here, cappuccino for you."
Huang Hui brought a small plate over. Wang Zibo saw that there was still a layer of white foam on it. He took a sip and it tasted a bit strange.
"How many companies will Sister Xiaohui go to interview in the afternoon?"
Wang Zibo started chatting, and he also talked about very practical issues.
Huang Hui looked at the time: "At three o'clock in the afternoon, there are two companies recruiting in Jianye Normal University. Although the salary is not as good as the current factory, you should work for it first, otherwise you will really have no money next month."
"Well, I sent you a summary of my experience in interviews on QQ last night. Have you read it?"
Wang Zibo asked. He knew that Huang Hui needed an interview recently. Every time he finished his part-time job at school, he would go online to find the interview experience of those who had experienced it, and then go back to the dormitory to sort it out and send it to Huang Hui.
"Those are useless."
Huang Hui bent her little finger, picked up the spoon and stirred the coffee gently, and said faintly: "Besides, what if I find a job? I am still a girl with no money and no boyfriend."
Wang Zi secretly glanced at Huang Hui and found that her gentle appearance with her eyebrows lowered while drinking coffee was really charming.
"With Sister Xiaohui's conditions, it's not easy to find a boyfriend."
Wang Zibo said awkwardly, with a joking tone.
"There are too many scammers now, and Zhao Zheng is such a scumbag."
Speaking of Zhao Zheng, Huang Hui immediately gritted her teeth: "You think you are great just because you have a few stinky money. You must find a steady and stable boy next time."
Wang Zibo's heart was about to jump. "Solid and stable" is not talking about himself.
"Sister Xiaohui, I have a part-time job at Rocket 101 recently."
Wang Zibo said hesitantly.
"I know, you told me before."
Huang Hui also joked: "Then you earn more, I may have to borrow money from you."
"No problem."
Wang Zibo immediately expressed his opinion.
Huang Hui smiled. She thought Wang Zibo was a part-time worker who made about 20 yuan a day, so she didn't take it seriously. She looked at her watch and said: "It's almost time. I'm going to go for the interview."
Wang Zibo looked at the coffee and felt a little distressed. He didn't sit for 20 minutes in total, but ordered a drink worth more than 40 yuan.
But he didn't have time to think about these things now. Xianning University Town's autumn recruitment was about to end. If he didn't express his feelings, Huang Hui might not come again.
"Sister Xiaohui."
Wang Zibo called from behind.
"What's the matter?"
Huang Hui turned her head and looked.
"Actually, actually... Actually, I'm more down-to-earth and steady."
Wang Zibo's heart was beating wildly after he finished speaking. The implication of this sentence was obvious, but Huang Hui just smiled at him: "That's right, Zibo, you are a good person."
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Huang Hui still looked down on Wang Zibo, who worked part-time. If Chen Hansheng had said this, she might have agreed.
Of course, Chen Hansheng had no time to deal with Huang Hui. After Wang Zibo left, Chen Hansheng chatted with the three girls until 3:30 in the afternoon. Later, Nie Xiaoyu had to leave for something and they dispersed.
"Xiaoyu, go back to Jiangling tonight. I'll take you there."
Chen Hansheng looked up and said.
"Oh, oh, OK."
In fact, Nie Xiaoyu originally planned to rest in the rental house tonight, because she had to continue working in Xianning tomorrow, but Chen Hansheng said so, and she agreed without much explanation.
Chen Hansheng accompanied Xiaoyuer and Bian Shishi to visit the Confucius Temple again, and took out the MP3 to ask Xiaoyuer for some advice.
Xiao Rongyu's vision is better than Luo Xuan and Shang Yanyan. In addition to giving opinions on the shell and color, she also has some opinions on the material.
"Xiao Chen, this is too light."
Xiao Rongyu took it in her hand and looked at it, then took out a Sony MP3 from her bag and said: "Look at this Sony brand, its surface is tempered blue glass, which looks very beautiful. I think it should be added with a little metal on the surface, and it feels more fashionable."
"The cost will also increase." Bian Shishi said beside her.
Xiao Rongyu thought for a moment: "Since I'm going to spend 900 yuan on an MP3, I probably won't mind spending another 100 yuan to buy a prettier model."
Xiao Yu'er's words gave Chen Hansheng a lot of inspiration, as if he had opened up a fancy sales path.
"Hey, what are you daydreaming about!"
Xiao Rongyu took Chen Hansheng's arm: "Just now, Shishi said thank you for treating us to dinner, and praised you for being a good person."