Please eat some fruit

  After Qingying returned home, her mind was still stuck on Tang Zhendong's meticulous analysis of the ten phone numbers, and she didn't know what time it was before she fell into a deep sleep. However, in her dreams, there was still Tang Zhendong's confident expression.

  Tang Zhendong got up in the middle of the night to meditate, then went to the wholesale fruit market to unload goods. Yesterday's sales were too good, giving Tang Zhendong an unreal feeling.

  After returning, he washed his face and then rushed to the small square of Xingfu Community, where Li Yuanshan, a master of Xingyiquan, was standing there waiting for Tang Zhendong's arrival.

  "Xingyiquan is a type of internal martial art, famous for its aggressive fighting style, with direct and powerful punches, like lightning and thunder. The outer form is not limited to one frame, the fighting method changes and varies. Practicing Xingyiquan, the three-body stance is the foundation, the five-element fist is the basis, the twelve shapes are the outline. Today, let's start with the three-body stance."

  Tang Zhendong originally had a foundation in internal strength, and with his intelligence, he learned quickly. By the end of the morning, Tang Zhendong not only mastered the essence of San Ti Shi but also executed Wu Xing Quan with great vigor. This made Li Yuanshan feel extremely surprised, as he had never encountered such a disciple before.

  "Little Tang, you're not early today, I arrived before you." Old Ye looked at Tang Zhendong pedaling his tricycle over and smiled as he went to greet him.

  Tang Zhendong casually picked up a peach and threw it to Old Ye, "Don't wash it, the fuzz on peaches is good for your stomach."

  Old Ye burst out laughing, "You little scamp, don't muddle me! This peach fuzz is itchy enough on my hands, if I swallow it, won't my stomach be itching all over?"

  Tang Zhendong knew that Old Ye was also joking, so they both laughed and didn't say anything else.

  "Peaches, big and sweet peaches!" Old Ye's business skills were indeed impressive. As soon as he shouted, people were immediately attracted over.

  "Lao Ye, why don't we switch roles? You help me sell fruit and I'll help you with fortune-telling, how about that?"

  "Cut!" Old Ye was about to say that fortune-telling was a technical job, but selling fruit was simply an unskilled labor. However, he suddenly remembered that Tang Zhendong might be even more proficient in fortune-telling than him. Not to mention other things, just the knowledge of Feng Shui that Tang Zhendong mentioned at Old Li's and Wang Cuiyun's home yesterday, he had never heard of it before, and it sounded very reasonable. Although afterwards, Tang Zhendong strongly argued that he only understood a little medical knowledge and was not familiar with Feng Shui at all. However, Old Ye was an old hand, how could he easily believe Tang Zhendong's words?

  "Little Tang, you're right, I think your idea is indeed good, you really have the potential to become a great fortune teller, okay, deal."

  Tang Zhendong was just joking, but Lao Ye actually agreed seriously, which made Tang Zhendong laugh and cry at the same time.

  Today, under Lao Ye's energetic shouting, Tang Zhen Dong's business was once again booming. Most of the fruits he transported by bike were sold out, leaving only some bruised and battered ones behind. As a return, Tang Zhen Dong treated Lao Ye to a lunch, which was just a boxed meal for 10 yuan each.

  "Little Tang, come home with me today and let's have another drink?" Old Ye put down his worries. The fortune-telling business was now completely carefree, doing it if there were customers, playing if not.

  "Alright, but let me tell you, we're just going to drink and estimate that it'll take a day or two for the second round of drinks at my sister-in-law's place. If I go with you today, that means I've completely lost the bet on drinking money, haha!"

  Tang Zhendong easily defeated Old Ye again, and he burst out laughing.

  These days, Tang Zhendong and Old Ye have been getting along well, daring to speak their minds, and Old Ye won't take it to heart. However, Old Ye is truly grateful to Tang Zhendong from the bottom of his heart because his old partner has been feeling much better these past few days, and the symptoms of chest tightness and shortness of breath have all disappeared.

  "Ding ding ding." In today's society, only Tang Zhendong still uses such an old mobile phone, and only such an old mobile phone can produce such a unique ringtone.

  "Hello, is this Tang Zhendong?" A clear and pleasant voice came from the phone.

  Tang Zhendong immediately got in touch with the owner of the voice, Yu Qingying. Tang Zhendong's heart was racing with excitement. Although he was intelligent and had a lot of experience, this was his first time feeling love. "It's me, Qingying, hello."

  "Hehe, I'm not feeling well." Yu Qingying intentionally made her voice deeper, but Tang Zhendong could see through the low and husky tone that Yu Qingying's mood wasn't as bad as she said. However, Tang Zhendong still cooperated with her to play out this scene well.

  "What's wrong? Tell me, I'm the most famous barefoot doctor in our village."

  "Barefoot doctor? You think that just because you're barefoot, you're a doctor?" Yu Qingying heard Tang Zhendong's joke and thought to herself that she wanted to burst out laughing, but she desperately held it in.

  "You mean I still need to wear a white coat?"

  "Hehehe," Yu Qingying laughed with her head thrown back.

  Some people need to hear very obvious jokes to be amused, but clever people tell jokes that are only half funny and leave out the key parts that make them really amusing, requiring the listener to think for themselves.

  Jokes need a good listener most.

  "Ugh, I was already starving to the point where my chest was sticking to my back, and then this burst of laughter just made me lose the last bit of food in my stomach. How do you plan on making it up to me?"

  The beauty's gentle rebuke is the root of a man's reverie. Especially for a beauty like Yu Qingying, she can even move Tang Zhendong's most tender spot in his heart.

  "Then I'll treat you to dinner?"

  "Eating is a must, now I'll eat fruit first." Yu Qingying didn't bother with pleasantries with Tang Zhendong and got straight to the point.

  "Okay, okay."

  "What's good? You just say it's good but don't give the address, how am I supposed to go?" Yu Qingying had just gotten off work and was walking out of the newspaper office building.

  "I'm at the small commodity street next to the train station."

  "Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes." Yu Qingying had just finished speaking when Tang Zhendong suddenly said this and hung up the phone.

  Tang Zhendong had just finished reporting his address when he found that there were no decent fruits on his car. This treating others to a meal was too insincere. Shouldn't he go to another stall to buy some? Just as Tang Zhendong was about to take action, Old Ye came over with a face full of curiosity, "Little Tang, who is she, your girlfriend?"

  Tang Zhendong hastily waved his hand, "No, no, classmate, classmate."

  Lao Ye looked at Tang Zhendong's anxious and flustered appearance, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart. As a seasoned person, he was especially good at observing people's expressions, and Tang Zhendong's changing facial expression did not escape his eyes.

  "It's okay, Xiao Tang. Even if she is your girlfriend, it's not embarrassing. Nowadays, who among young people doesn't have a partner? You say that's true, right? Besides, we're so familiar with each other, even if your girlfriend isn't as pretty as my daughter, I won't say anything to hurt you, don't worry."

  Tang Zhendong gave Old Ye a provocative glance.