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44 As winter approached, the sky in Huaishui City was getting darker than usual. Jian Shi'an didn't dare to go out at dawn, and always stepped out of the house every morning in the night.

"Boss Jane, I haven't seen you for many days, and there are a lot of new varieties on your stall!

Hearing this, Jian Shi'an looked up at the sky. The gray blue and white have just shaken off the dark night scene, and it is about six o'clock when you look at this point.

It's not too early for a vegetable seller. But for an elder who leads several young people to see the world, this point is a bit early.

"Boss Qian, where have you made your fortune recently? Or will you be given a set of old rules? As he

spoke, Jian Shi'an picked out a few sets of vegetables from the stall. Especially the ear mushroom, which has been popular recently, is now hanging a few layers of paste.

He lit the charcoal fire before he went out, and the clear sesame oil had already been hot from the charcoal fire on his swaying road, and now it was gurgling and bubbling.

After throwing the ingredients in his hand into the pot according to the batch, Jian Shi'an took out the steamed bun from the belly of the car again.

These are old friends for Qian Wei, but for the six young people behind him, his tools are very strange.

Qian Wei didn't stop him, he came to the car slowly and started a conversation with Jian Shi'an, all talking about some interesting things he had heard recently.

Not only that, he hadn't left Lu Qinghan behind, and he also pulled the other party into his own topic.

Until all the vegetables and everything were out of the pot, Qian Wei still couldn't finish talking about it:

"Does Boss Jian know about the Qiu family and the Cheng family?"

"I don't know. What happened to the two of them?

Jian Shi'an knew that Qian Wei meant something, but he just pretended to be confused. Someone else is someone else, and he is him.

Jian Shi'an is just a fried skewer stall owner who keeps to himself, where does he know about those big businessmen?

Qian Wei took the small plate handed by Jian Shi'an, and there were three oil paper packets stacked on the plate. The steamed buns wrapped in fried skewers are dyed with a slight oily color, which is particularly delicious.

Qian Wei noticed that Lu Qinghan was still rolling a steamed bun in his hand, and looking at his posture, it seemed that there were three or four more.

He immediately understood that this was Jian Shi'an's overture. The conversation immediately changed:

"Hey, the Qiu family is really not a thing, they deserve to be unlucky!" "

Oh? Is the Qiu family unlucky?

Jian Shi'an's efforts did not stop, and he quickly wrapped Lu Qinghan's rolled steamed bun with oiled paper for Qian Wei to take.

Seeing that Jian Shi'an still didn't answer, Qian Wei knew the other party's bearing. This guy is really calm, you must know that Cheng Xi is his apprentice, he should really rest assured?

I'm afraid it's not that I can rest assured, but I already know about it, right?

Qian Wei took the small dish again, and he specially counted it in his heart, all the oil paper packets added up to seven, which was exactly the number of him and the six brothers behind him.