"Yang Jian, I'm here."
A beauty dressed in a short dress, exposing a pair of fair and lovely legs, with an innocent and cute appearance, carrying a bag and walking in high heels entered the fried chicken shop.
She waved her hand, her face brimming with a charming smile.
Jiang Yan gave herself eighty-two points for this carefully crafted entrance, and the remaining eighteen points, she believed Yang Jian would give to her in the form of triple sixes.
She had made up her mind.
She wanted to shake off the image of Big Sister Jiang, the accountant, in Yang Jian's mind and completely change her style.
Many customers turned their heads, looking at Jiang Yan.
Especially their gazes lingering on those delicate legs for quite a few turns.
Many male patrons thought to themselves in silence.
"Big Sister Jiang, you see me and you come over, or do I have to move the table over for you to sit down?" Yang Jian raised an eyebrow slightly, lifting his head.
Jiang Yan giggled, carrying a bit of girlish mischief, and obediently walked over.
"You look a bit abnormal... Did you encounter a ghost or something?" Yang Jian stared at her neck, "Do you want me to check for you?"
"I did not, stop being so superstitious," Jiang Yan said.
"Really? Why do I feel like you're gradually turning into a freak? Is it because I've been out of society for too long and can't keep up, or have you become flighty and I just can't understand your tactics?" Yang Jian looked at her suspiciously.
Jiang Yan immediately became angry.
I dressed up specially for you, and you're calling me a freak?
"I'm very normal, please, could you have a more normal mindset?" Jiang Yan said.
"Am I not normal?" Yang Jian asked.
Jiang Yan's beautiful eyes rolled, "Not normal at all, not at all."
"Then what's considered normal?" Yang Jian asked.
"Like other naive young men, liking to look at beauties, enjoying talking about somewhat risqué topics, liking to watch some unhealthy movies and such. Take me, for example. I don't mind at all if you have any fantasies about me," she said with a flirtatious tone.
Yang Jian was puzzled, "At your age, fantasizing about young fresh meat all day, and you say you're not a freak?"
Jiang Yan's mouth twitched, feeling an urge to flip the table.
Which wire did I cross when I chose such a sissy?
Is it really a generation gap caused by age?
I can't fathom his thought process at all.
"I'm angry now, I don't want to talk to you," Jiang Yan turned her head away and said.
"I'll have the strawberry flavor, thank you."
Yang Jian said, "I'll have one too, could you please buy one for me as well?"
Jiang Yan looked at him with wide eyes.
"It's my treat," Yang Jian.
Jiang Yan started to feel a little crazy. Was this a matter of treating her or not? Shouldn't he be the one to buy it? You're a man. I go out shopping with you and this is how you treat me?
What about the pride of being a beauty?
Jiang Yan left the counter with an ice cream in hand, heading towards Yang Jian.
"Xiao Yan, I knew you'd be here, I saw your car parked outside." At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.
Jiang Yan shivered upon hearing it.
A man who frightened her appeared.
"Qian Feng, why is it you again? How did you find me?"
"Of course, it's the guidance of love," Qian Feng winked, looking smug.
Jiang Yan didn't care, rolled her eyes, and walked away.
Qian Feng followed her and looked at the man who took the ice cream from Jiang Yan's hand.
"My boyfriend," Jiang Yan immediately said, without any hesitation.
Qian Feng sized up Yang Jian. This young man wasn't very old, looked to be not even twenty, with an acceptable appearance, somewhat handsome even, but what on Earth was he wearing? His short-sleeved shirt was filthy, dirty and grimy, and there was a sour stench coming off him that seemed like something had gone rotten, almost enough to make one gag.
How bad does one have to let himself go to reach such a state?
What on Earth was Big Sister Jiang thinking to fall for a weirdo ?
Could she possibly have some strange fetish?
"Hi, I'm Xiao Yan's college classmate, Qian Feng, nice to meet you."
Qian Feng smiled and politely extended his hand.
Yang Jian looked up, put down the chicken leg he was holding, and reached out his hand, "Yang Jian."
When Qian Feng saw the greasy palm, he felt queasy and frowned, unable to shake the hand,
Seeing Qian Feng didn't move, Yang Jian commented.
Qian Feng nearly burst with anger, "You're the one being rude. Your hand is filthy; don't you know to wash it?"
"Don't you know that interrupting someone's meal is already quite impolite, let alone asking for a handshake while they're eating? Plus, when speaking to someone, you shouldn't be condescending, you should sit down... How many modern etiquette classes have you taken? Did you really graduate from college?"
Yang Jian looked at him said.
"Uh..." Qian Feng was taken aback for a moment.
This kid is pretty articulate.
"Qian Feng, you better go first, it's not very convenient here," Jiang Yan said.
Qian Feng smiled, "It's alright, it's fate that we met today. I'd like to chat with this friend here."
"Yang Jian, if you don't mind me asking, what is your current job, and at which company do you work?"
As he spoke, he sat down.
"Work? Working is impossible, I will never work in this lifetime. I get by on extortion to make a living. You seem pretty glib and thick-skinned. How about working for me? I'm short of a salesman.
If you're willing, I'll give you a one percent commission for each deal, but there's no base salary," Yang Jian said.
"You're joking. I am a college-educated person with cultural refinement. How could I work for a thug? And do you think the money you get through those means really sustains a living? If you don't mind, could you tell me your monthly income?" asked Qian Feng.
Yang Jian replied, "I definitely can't tell you the exact figures, but I can clearly tell you that all my living expenses, including some luxury items, are earned."
This kid sure is full of confidence~!
Qian Feng looked incredulously at the Yang Jian whose clothes added up to less than a hundred yuan, eating cheap fried chicken, filthy and stinking, with a snakeskin bag that looked like it was picked up from somewhere, containing something like... cardboard boxes.
Aside from the golden swing stick worth a couple hundred yuan at his waist, he didn't seem to have the appearance of owning any luxury items.
"You don't have to look at me with envy. If you work with me, I guarantee you can afford to buy these things too," Yang Jian said.
Is it to pick trash with you?
Qian Feng laughed, his smile somewhat forced.
"I thought you were just a thug, but it turns out you're not even that. You're actually a trash picker. What right do you have to be Xiao Yan's boyfriend with your sloven appearance? Just leave her. You can't give her happiness, so stop troubling her."
Yang Jian knocked the table with the bone of the chicken leg he had just finished, speaking somewhat gravely, "Although you insulted me, I can forgive you this once. Also, don't misunderstand; I am not her boyfriend. To be precise, she is my employee, I am her boss, she has been hired by me, and is currently working for me."
"How can you say that? We've been living together; how are you not my boyfriend?" Jiang Yan said with a hint of plaintiveness.
Qian Feng's eyes widened.
Such a rare weirdo, and you are still throwing yourself at him?
"I am just residing temporarily, we have always maintained a purely financial employer-employee relationship," Yang Jian said.
Jiang Yan pouted, "But we've been sleeping together for several days."
"That's because you couldn't beat me for the bed and didn't want to sleep on the floor," Yang Jian said.
"I don't care, you are responsible for me," Jiang Yan said.
"I am only responsible for your safety, not for your feelings, and only during the period you work for me," Yang Jian said.
Listening to their conversation, Qian Feng's mind couldn't quite keep up; how did the topic get so sidetracked? Wasn't he supposed to get Yang Jian to leave Jiang Yan?
He needed to sort out his thoughts.
Now he suspected that Jiang Yan was deliberately colluding with Yang Jian to mock him.
Simply finding someone to put on a show.
"Sorry, I need to take a call, excuse me for a moment." At that moment, Qian Feng's phone rang, and he stood up to leave temporarily.