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"By the way, is it true that Howie said you spent last night at the Lido with the head dancer?"

Although it was not a big deal for a young man who had reached the age of nineteen, it was never a good thing to think that he, an ice-cold boy-chick, would catch bad habits from men later on in case he started this.

Unexpectedly, Chen Canaan turned his head and raised his two handsome eyebrows and shouted, "I did sleep in a room with Jiabao, but I was beaten by Master Panther with twenty sticks and drank, I didn't do anything!"

Qiao Wen was confident that he wouldn't lie about this, after all, it wasn't something to be ashamed of to spend time with a head dancer. He laughed, "Is it hard to have a pure chat with a pretty girl under a quilt?"

Chen Canaan said, "There was no chatting, I fell asleep and she went to the couch by herself."

Jovian was momentarily dumbfounded, "Can you man up?"

Chen Canaan returned as a matter of course, "Then I'm injured, so I can't I go sleep on the sofa."

"That's true." Qiao Wen nodded his head, thought for a moment, and added, "Brother Nan, it's true that it's time for you to have a girlfriend at your age, but if you want to have a girlfriend, it's better to find a good girl who is clean and innocent."

Chen Canaan waved his hand dismissively, "What are you looking for? I don't even know what kind of girl I like."

Qiao Wen had originally made the comment casually, before on the ship, he had completely disdained the pornographic magazines and said that he was milk-sick, earlier only thinking that he was deliberately talking nonsense. But when he thought about it carefully, whether it was the original body's memories or what he had seen with his own eyes since he had known him for so long. Although he is not repulsive to girls, and even have compassion, but it seems that he has never had other ideas, not to mention playing a hooligan or something, in the past, I thought that he is in the matter of men and women did not open up, now it seems that there seems to be so little wrong.

He asked tentatively, "Nan, you really haven't been interested in any girl since you were a kid?"

Speaking of this, Chen Canaan also seems to be a bit distressed: "Yes, how come I don't have a girl in my sights? Do you think it's because I've been looking at you every day that I have too high of an eye? You can't even get my eye if you're not as pretty as Xiao Qiao?"

Jovian lost his smile, "Told you I'm a big man, don't compare me to a girl."

"Fine, fine, no comparison." Chen Canaan glanced at him with a bad smile, taking advantage of his inattentiveness, suddenly grabbed a hand underneath him, "But where are you a big man?"

Jovian frowned, showing a menacing face, and pinched him unmercifully on his back where it hurt.

Chen Canaan wailed strangely in pain, "I was wrong I was wrong." After screaming, he turned his head with a smile and said, "Xiao Qiao, don't go to the factory today, stay home with me for a piece. You go to work and spend more time with four-eyed boy than with me, I'm really not happy about it."

Qiao Wen put his clothes away and said, "Alright, I went to call Zi Hui so he wouldn't have to come pick me up. By the way, I'll get you a bowl of beef mince back."

Chen Canaan twisted his head with a joyful smile and said, "Aiya, Xiao Qiao you're getting better and better to me, Brother Nan didn't hurt you for nothing."

Qiao Wen set the pillow slightly straight for him, "That gunshot wound of yours hasn't even healed thoroughly, and now there's not a good spot on your back, so stay honestly in bed and don't move around."

Chen Canaan hemmed and hawed, "As you wish."

By the time Qiaowen returned from his phone call, piggybacking two points of beef mince, Chen Canaan was already on his side, huffing and puffing.

Qiaowen placed the beef stroganoff in his hand on the coffee table, walked over to the bed and sat down, silently looking at the face he was already familiar with.

He was a standard handsome looker, with thick black eyebrows and eyes, a high nose, windswept skin with a bronze color, but polished and flawless, and the whole person had a healthy and vigorous vitality.

Qiaowen's hand couldn't help but reach out to that face, only to suddenly and inexplicably be struck dumb in his heart as he almost touched it, and then jerked it back.

Chen Canaan slept this heavenly sleep until noon, woke up only when he smelled the aroma of food, looked up and saw the clock on the wall, and let out an ouch, "Have I slept for so long? Xiao Qiao why didn't you call me either?"

Qiao Wen laughed, "You're covered in injuries, you should have rested, what am I calling you for?"

Chen Canaan rubbed his disheveled chicken nest head, sat up and stretched his arms, sucked in a mouthful of cold air, and said, "Not to mention, it really hurts."

Qiao Wen, who was sitting on the sofa to serve the food, looked up at him and said, "Do you think you're really a copper and iron bone that can't be beaten without pain? Be honest in these few days, you must give me a good health before you go tossing around."

"I know, you're like a housekeeper now." Chen Canaan smiled and moved to the front of the sofa, sat down on his butt right next to him, looked at the dishes on the coffee table and said, "Chinese sausage rice, soy sauce chicken, all of which I love to eat."

Huddled together on a hot day, Qiaowen breathlessly pushed him down, "You don't mind the heat either."

Chen Canaan not only didn't move away, but also deliberately smiled evilly and stuck even tighter.

Although Qiao Wen's mouth said that, the person didn't move, smiled and shook his head, handing him the chopsticks, "I made them, and I've already served them to Granny, so we'll both eat all of these."

"You made it? Don't you just know how to cook noodles? When did you learn to cook?" Chen Canaan picked up a piece of chicken and brought it into his mouth, exaggeratedly widening his eyes and stretching out his thumbs, "It's so delicious, Xiao Qiao you're really getting better and better!"

Qiaowen said, "What's so great about making a dish? Besides it's not that complicated."

Chen Canaan chewed on one side and said, "Isn't that because you used to be afraid of grease and fumes, and Grandma wouldn't let you cook." He then sighed, "You were born to be a young master, but it's a pity that you're in a city fortress."

Qiao Wen laughed, "If I don't come to the Citadel, won't I not be able to recognize you?"

Chen Canaan nodded, "That's true. It doesn't matter, we'll always walk out later anyway."

Jovian but smiled.

The two ate and drank and cleaned up, Qiao Wen remembered the suit on the bed, he brought the clothes over and said, "Brother Nan, this is the sample clothes of our factory's new brand, took a set of your size, you help to try to see how it works?"

Chen Canaan took it curiously and laughed, "I've never worn a suit before!"

This suit came with a white shirt for the bottom, Chen Canaan took off the T-shirt with the smell of medicine on his body, revealing a body full of scars, Qiao Wen watched his eyes jumping, but he himself was as if he hadn't realized it, he put the shirt on in a big way, wiped his hair like a juggler, and curved his lips into a smile, "How was it?"

Jovian stepped forward and reached out to straighten his slightly crooked collar.

Fingers with warmth traced past the side of his neck, Chen Canaan's heart trembled slightly, and he subconsciously lowered his eyelids to look at him.

At this moment, the two of them were only a stone's throw away, and Qiao Wen's height was just up to his brow bone, so when he lowered his eyes like this, he happened to see the other party's fan-like long eyelashes, the tip of his nose, and the lips that were slightly open under the tip of his nose.

Chen Canaan suddenly felt a little hot.

He subconsciously took a step back and raised his hand to hold his collar, "I'll do it myself."

Then inexplicably exhaled.

Jovian looked up and down at him and couldn't help but show a flash of amazement.

As a mixed-up four-niner, he had always dressed casually, occasionally with a touch of latter-day killmart style. But with his long body and handsome face, he was actually perfect for formal wear.

This suit put on, instantly like a different person, clearly is a dashing and handsome noble gentleman, where can still be seen is a slum rotten boy.

The more Qiao Wen looked at him, the more satisfied he became, he simply couldn't take his eyes off of him, and he surveyed him for a while before looking up again and smiling, "Brother Nan, you look really handsome in a suit."

Chen Canaan was originally as thick-skinned as a city wall, at this moment by him such a compliment, looking at his smiling face, also do not know why, suddenly gave birth to a rare trace of a blush, even with the hands and feet seem to be a little bit no place to put. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm already very handsome, the first pretty boy of the city fortress is me." After saying that, he hurriedly added, "No, I am the second, you are the first."

Jovian was amused by him, "I don't look as handsome in a suit as you do."

His words were not modest, although the original body did give birth to a long scourge face, the figure was far from the long and straight Chen Canaan.

Because of the compliment, Chen Canaan was a bit reluctant to take off the suit right away and asked curiously, "How much do you guys sell suits like this for?"

Jovan said, "We're going to do a mid to high end brand, expect a couple hundred bucks or so."

Chen Canaan's eyes widened, "A set of clothes is a few hundred dollars, then selling a few thousand of them a year would neither be a few million."

Qiao Wen smiled, "And the costs? Although the materials and labor are not expensive at the moment, but the store advertising is not a small amount, if you can only sell a few thousand pieces a year, you can't make much money. I calculated, the sales volume of at least 50,000 to be considered a preliminary success, and this is only within Hong Kong, and in the future will be sold to Japan, Korea, Taiwan, Southeast Asia, as well as various countries around the world." There is also the motherland which will develop rapidly in the future.

Chen Canaan looked at him, admiration in his eyes, and gave a heartfelt wow, "That sounds awesome."

Qiao Wen smiled and said, "This is also just an idea, whether it can succeed or not still depends on the situation." Although the original book, in order to show the aura of the big male lead, let Lin Zi Hui involved in all aspects of the industry, clothing manufacturing is just one of the pieces that did not focus on the description, but he is still very confident in Lin Zi Hui. In addition, the rapid economic development of Hong Kong City, white-collar and above and the middle class has become an important component of the social group, and the high-end business formal wear local brands this market, and almost still blank, for them is really a good opportunity.

Chen Canaan laughed, "You and Four-Eyed Boy will definitely succeed."

"I take your word for it."

Chen Canaan turned around, held his shoulders, and said in a good-natured manner, "Xiao Qiao, you really are completely different from before."

Jovian smiled and shook his head, as if casually asking, "So do you like me as I was or as I am?"

However, Chen Canaan looked as if he was being difficult by this question, frowning and pondering for a moment, he said, "The former you were like my own brother, and now you don't look like a brother ......"

Jovian interrupted, "So you're not close to me now?"

"Of course not!" Chen Canaan was busy explaining, "It's still as pro as before, it just feels a little different, oops I can't tell."

He scratched his hair with a distressed look.

Qiao Wen text is deliberately teasing him, see him this look, can not help but lose a smile: "I understand, people will always grow up, in the past you take care of me, now I'm grown up, can also take care of you."

"That's not true? If it wasn't for you, I'd have died in Vietnam."

Jovan: "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have had to go to Vietnam."

"Why are you talking about this again?" Chen Canaan looked as if she was afraid of him, and pretended to rub his hair viciously.

The main thing about how well a formal suit is done is whether or not it looks textured. A suit that can turn a ghetto four-niner into a nobleman is obviously very well made.

After such a long interval without serious work, and then go to work, Qiao Wen naturally not good at touching the fish to fight, and the fighting spirit of Lin Zi Hui rolled up his sleeves and began to enter the workaholic mode.

The new clothing brand is called "Mengzhen", a simple and auspicious name. For the two young men, what they want most today is the cost of their dreams - although Qiao Wen doesn't really know what his dreams are in this day and age.

The growth of young master Hui was amazingly fast, in just two or three months, from a young man who was not regarded by the workers at the beginning, he changed into a thunderous young master. Because of the improved treatment, the workers are full of energy, especially the old employees who were selected to enter the new production line, they are eager to use their own eighteen skills.

There are no problems with production, and the next step is to prepare for the opening of the first store.

In Qiao Wen went to Vietnam that period of time, Lin Zi Hui is looking at stores, originally in order to save rent, ready to just find a store under the Lin Zhaoming, however, the location are not very satisfied.

Qiaowen came back for a few days, the two of them went out early in the morning and late at night to run outside, and finally finalized a Tsim Sha Tsui commercial street store.

The area wasn't big, but the rent was extremely expensive, tens of thousands of dollars a year. Nowadays, Mingyue Factory's account is just enough to pay the workers' wages, and this rent is simply astronomical for them.

Luckily, Lin Zi Hui had a start-up capital from his dad to create the new brand, but after paying the rent deposit, he had very little left.

So much so that after looking at this store, Young Master Fai was hesitant to make a decision.

Seeing his hesitation, Qiao Wen pulled the man to the sidewalk outside the store and pointed to a few foreign brands next to him, "See? The fact that Mengzhen opened here means it's on a par with these big brands." And pointed to the road to and fro well-dressed urban men and women, "And these people, are all potential consumers of Mengzhen."

Lin Zihui envisioned the future in his head, thinking that Dream Real would one day become the brand that the city's elites chase, and suddenly his heart surged, and he slapped his big hand toward Qiao Wen's shoulder, "Okay, rent this one."

Of course, when it came to signing the contract, Young Master Hui's hands still trembled for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, Qiao Wen went out early and came home late, in order to maintain this body, basically went home to take a short rest and then went to bed. Chen Canaan, who had just become a red stick of the Hexing Society, was also very busy these days, because of the special nature of his work, he often had night operations and came home later and later. So much so that the two of them often did not see each other for a few days.

As a result, Chen Canaan disguised as a bat in the middle of the night to drill into the windows of Qiao's house, and the number of times he touched Qiao Wen's bed in his sleep increased.

Often, Jovian woke up in the morning to see an extra huffing and puffing next to him.

And when, a month or so later, Hong Kong City moved from early fall into early winter - of course tropical cities don't have winter, and the so-called winter is nothing more than the days on the monthly calendar - Qiao Wen finally had an early day off from work.

At less than six o'clock in the afternoon, he came to the Long Sister-in-Law Beef and Vegetable Chowder that he and Chen Canaan had made an appointment with before they parted in the morning, and someone had already arrived first, hogging a small table all by himself, and was waiting for him with his legs crossed, and when he saw the person approaching, he immediately waved his hand with a joyful smile, "Xiao Qiao!"

Jovian curled his lips into a smile and walked over to sit down across from him, "What arrived?"

Chen Canaan: "Just arrived, nothing much today."

As he spoke, Mrs. Long brought two bowls of beef mince on the table. When Chen Canaan reached out to hand Qiao Wen chopsticks, Qiao Wen saw two fresh bruises on his arms.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, took the chopsticks, and casually asked about his "work", "What have you been doing lately?"

Chen Canaan picked up a piece of beef mince and sent it into his mouth, saying carelessly, "Just go out to collect the accounts and discuss the territory with a few small societies outside."

Qiao Wen knew that his so-called "negotiation" probably meant using force to grab land. Nowadays, the law and order in Hong Kong City is chaotic, and almost every neighborhood has a gang that is making trouble, so if you grab a turf, you can get more protection money.

Zhao Shanhai has long had the intention of expanding the society out, helpless in the city walled only hand and Xing society, out of the city walled is actually a small society, to go outside to share a cup of soup, not so easy thing.

Chen Canaan must be doing this not-so-easy thing today.

Jovian asked again, "Did you get into a fight with someone about the bruises on your hands?"

Chen Canaan glanced at the wound on his elbow and said without thinking, "I went to Temple Street to collect gambling accounts, and I got into a bit of a conflict with a few servants of the society over there. Don't worry it's fine, the other few people were beaten up by me like a grandson."

Qiao Wen laughed and said in a faint voice, "Nan, I know you're good at fighting, but don't get addicted to it."

Chen Canaan was slightly stunned, and suddenly reacted to the fact that Qiao Wen loved him the least for fighting. Blame it on the fact that in this month or so, all of the work given to him by Master Panther had to rely on his fists. The frequency of this two fights in three days had already made him accustomed to it, and now that he heard this reminder from Qiao Wen, he suddenly reacted and snapped, "Don't worry, I've got a sense of propriety."

Although the two of them had spent less time in person during this period of time, Qiao Wen had actually heard something about what he had done. In less than two months, he, the new Red Stick, is now a popular figure in the Hexing Society. Occasionally, on the road, one could hear the children saying with adoration, "How is pretty boy Nan".

His skills were originally suitable for this path, now do not need to hide the awkward, since it is like a fish out of water just this road to go more long, always to go on the road of harm and justice, but also a desperate road.

Qiao Wen looked up, smiling at him, "You should be careful yourself, swords and guns don't have eyes, you can't guarantee that you'll be in danger even if you're good at it."

At this moment, Scar and a couple of horsemen also came over to eat beef, see Chen Canaan, he was first a slight stiffness, and then revealed a big smile, walked up and took out a cigarette, bowed down and offered it with both hands, a mouthful of a "Brother Nan", the most flattering thing.

Chen Canaan casually took the cigarette, lifted his eyelids to look at him contemptuously, and said, "Alright, alright, don't disturb my food."

"Alright, then Brother Nan and your Ah Di take your time to eat." Scar and his minions snapped and retreated.

In just two months, the four nine children who could not help the wall of the pretty boy Nan, transformed into the hot red stick big brother of the Wo Xing Society.

It is evident that the world is a difficult place.

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