I Have A Space For Planting

Chapter Ten, Dance

Hearing Xiangxiang's words, Yang Wei couldn't help being taken aback.

Got a boyfriend?

Is it the big brother who tipped five angels yesterday?

Xiangxiang, don't be deceived, right?

Yang Wei was a little worried, but soon found that Xiangxiang's clothes were new.

Moreover, it is a domestic brand product. Although it is not enough to look like those expensive luxury goods, it can be regarded as a more dignified dress for ordinary people.

Congratulations, I will keep in touch in the future. Yang Wei simply sent her blessings.

Xiangxiang nodded and smiled, then turned and left the union.

In less than two hours, Xiangxiang quit her job and came back.

Zhang Cheng was sitting on the sofa playing with pesticides.

Are you back? How did it go? Zhang Cheng put down his phone, took Xiangxiang's handbag and hung it on the hanger by the door.

Well, it went well. Xiangxiang smiled happily, changed her indoor shoes, and followed Zhang Cheng back to the sofa like a deer bouncing around.

Turn on the TV.

Zhang Cheng picked up the phone again, and now he sent a head himself.

After sending a short-cut voice of apology, continue playing the game.

Zhang Cheng likes to play sideways, especially on the sidelines. Being able to stand at the front and absorb tons of damage for his teammates makes him feel very happy.

It's just that the wing version is over after all. After the shooter's equipment is formed, even six pieces of defensive equipment can't withstand the shooter's high burst output.

So not surprisingly, Zhang Cheng's crystal exploded very quickly when his own shooter was weak.

Putting down the phone, Zhang Cheng looked at Xiangxiang beside him.

If there is no accident, he will basically sell ginseng in the future and live a leisurely life.

But if Xiangxiang, would she like such a life?

Is there anything you like to do? Zhang Cheng asked.

After hearing this, Xiangxiang thought for a moment: Maybe it's just dancing?

Although it's not good to scratch your head and pose in front of the camera, if you don't dislike dancing, and even like it a little, then Xiangxiang can't become a dance anchor.

Then are you willing to continue learning? Zhang Cheng said.

Xiangxiang was a little surprised, she didn't expect that Zhang Cheng wanted her to learn to dance.

I-I'm a little old, right?

It's just finding something to do, so you can't stay at home every day, right? Zhang Cheng said with a light smile.

Xiangxiang heard the words, and nodded after thinking: Okay, I will listen to you.

Zhang Cheng didn't waste time, and directly helped Xiangxiang find a dance teacher who taught alone.

After all, in those dance schools, children and teenagers are basically seven or eight years old, at most teens, and it is somewhat embarrassing for an adult, Xiangxiang, to practice with them.

Simply, Zhang Cheng is not short of money, so he directly hires a special teacher.

This dance teacher is a woman in her 40s. Due to family factors, she cannot go to a professional dance school to become a teacher, and can only accept some temporary guidance work.

So cherish this opportunity very much.

After watching for a while, Zhang Cheng nodded in satisfaction. The basic movements such as hooking the feet, crossing the fork, and lowering the waist were not too eager. After all, Xiangxiang is an adult. It is not impossible to be disabled.

It is also a very happy thing to watch Xiangxiang move her body from the sidelines.

Occasionally play games, or read novels, and then look up at Xiangxiang practicing dancing and stretching her graceful figure. A few days passed like this.

To Zhang Cheng's surprise, an unexpected call came.

It wasn't abrupt, because after Fang Yan had already said hello, the imposing old man named Yan Xu called.

Young man, I'm Yan Xu, I wonder if you still remember me? The hearty voice of the old man came from the other end of the phone.

Uncle Yan, as long as you order something. Zhang Cheng kept his posture very low.

Haha, I wonder if you still have that kind of ginseng? Yan Xu said.

After Zhang Cheng thought about it: Uncle Yan, the old one is gone, but there are still two older ones.

The ginseng sold by Fang Tan, the owner of the pharmacy and this Yan Xu before, has grown for more than ten days, and it looks like more than thirty years at the speed of a thousand times the speed of the Tiancheng Realm.

However, Zhang Cheng does not intend to exclusively sell ginseng of a certain year.

He plans to sell 1-day ginseng, 10-day ginseng, 30-day ginseng, and so on.

And after these days passed, Zhang Cheng discovered something that surprised him.

That is, ginseng with a growth time of 15 days or more than 20 days is still shrinking.

The ginseng, which was originally like a big radish, has shrunk to the size of a carrot, which is the size of the dried ginseng in the previous 10 days.

It looks like nothing else, it looks like wild ginseng.

What kind of reed bark grains are gradually approaching wild ginseng.

Oh? That's better. I don't know if it's convenient for you now? If you can, you can still come to Lao Fang, how about we have an interview? Yan Xu heard that there is a better ginseng, not only did not feel disgusted at all, but was happier. Obviously, he is a master who is not short of money, not afraid of expensive, but afraid of not having good goods.

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng decided to sell two more to the other party after thinking for a moment.

Okay, I'll probably be there in an hour or so.

He asked Xiangxiang if he would like to go out with him, and after getting a yes reply, Zhang Cheng took Xiangxiang and left the dance classroom.

This gentleman.

Just when Zhang Cheng was about to take Xiangxiang away, a beautiful woman in dance clothes stopped Zhang Cheng, and there were several other girls in dance clothes not far behind her.

Can I, a few of us temporarily borrow the dance studio you rented?

This dance room was rented by Zhang Cheng from the dance school. After all, although there are not many vacant dance rooms in the dance school, there are.

The price is not very expensive. An empty dance studio with a wooden floor of about 70 to 80 square meters costs only 4,000 yuan a month.

Of course, that is to say, Zhang Cheng is not expensive now. If it was an environment where the salary was only 5,000 a month in the past, and the rent was 4,000 a month, it would almost cost Zhang Cheng half his life.

Hearing the girl's request in dance clothes, Zhang Cheng nodded and agreed after thinking about it. After all, the other party practiced dancing at the same school as Xiangxiang, and she didn't see her when she looked up.

Without wasting any more time, Zhang Cheng took Xiangxiang and hailed a car to go back to his residence. Zhang Cheng said he took his things and went upstairs, then took out two 20-day ginseng from the space, and did not give the best one at once, after all Who wouldn't know how to squeeze toothpaste?

Then take the subway again to the pharmacy owned by Boss Tan Fang on the Traditional Chinese Medicine Street.

In the pharmacy, Fang Tan, an old man in his fifties, was sitting at a table in the store, and there were four other people around the table.

One is Mr. Yan Xuyan, the other three are also old men with good manners, and there is a young man who is neatly dressed and stands behind Mr. Yan carefully. He is probably a secretary or an assistant. It was he who transferred the money.

And Fang Yan, a young woman, pouts her lips and puts her hands on the counter in dissatisfaction.

Little Swallow, who messed with you? Zhang Cheng entered the pharmacy, and greeted this young woman whose temperament was seriously inconsistent with her age with a smile.