In Su Ping Nan's heart, Su Wen Wen's loyalty and competence, Yang Qian Li's fearlessness, and Guo Guang Yao's fighting prowess were all crucial. But Zhang Tong's importance was different from theirs. Zhang Tong was Su Ping Nan's lucky star in this lifetime, just like now.
"Where did you get this?"
Su Ping Nan forcibly suppressed his surging emotions, picking up the handheld game console he had just snatched from Zhang Tong's hands and asked.
If his memory was correct, this thing wouldn't appear on the streets for another few years. Now it was suddenly appearing in front of him.
"Boss, I've finished all my work, I'm not slacking off." Zhang Tong saw Su Ping Nan's unusual expression and cautiously explained.
"I'm asking you where you got it." Su Ping Nan said each word clearly, thinking in his heart whether he should just use the excuse of slacking off to beat the kid in front of him.
"I bought it."
"Then you bought it? How much?" Su Ping Nan felt his patience slowly disappearing.
Zhang Tong was eager to talk, immediately planning to pour out the whole story from beginning to end.
The current Zhang Tong clearly felt he had reached the peak of his life. He was smoking Zhonghua cigarettes, driving an off-road vehicle, and had a mobile phone tucked in his waistband. He was simply incredibly awesome.
He was a local of Wu City, with many friends. Since he followed Little Red Robe, no one dared to mess with him, so there were more and more children who flattered him.
"Du Jiu, you grab him. Beat him up after he's finished talking."
Su Ping Nan felt his tendons popping out. He was anxiously waiting for the results, but this kid Zhang Tong was telling him stories about little kids pretending to be big bosses. He finally snapped.
Zhang Tong was grabbed by the nearly two-meter-tall Du Jiu. He was thin, how could he struggle free? His face immediately turned bitter.
But when he saw Su Ping Nan spitting fire from anger, he thought about it for a moment. Besides him, who else could, or dared, to make his big boss this angry? He actually became smug again.
Su Ping Nan naturally couldn't understand Zhang Tong's strange and bizarre thought process. Looking at the smug face in front of him, he turned and walked away. Forget a handheld game console, even a mountain of gold wouldn't stop him from beating him up first and then asking.
"A Jiu, if I can still recognize this kid when I come back later, you can just get lost."
Zhang Tong was finally completely dumbfounded. Looking at the grinning Du Jiu, he immediately struggled even more frantically.
Su Ping Nan went around in a big circle, but no one had ever seen this thing, including Zhang Han Ping.
Du Jiu was straightforward. He used his fist to greet every bit of skin on Zhang Tong's face with great measure. When Su Ping Nan returned, he saw a teary-eyed pig head.
Su Ping Nan suddenly felt much more at ease. He smiled and pulled over a chair, sat down in the courtyard, leisurely watching Zhang Tong: "Tong ge, is it? Keep bragging. I have all the time in the world."
Zhang Tong blinked his eyes, which had become a thin slit. He finally got smart for once: "A little girl's birthday present. I played it and liked it, so I bought it for 200 yuan."
"Where did it come from?"
"Hong Kong. That girl's uncle, he said he was a big boss in Hong Kong." Zhang Tong had learned his lesson now, he was concise and direct, just saying the key points.
"A Jiu, find someone to go to Shen Cheng, see what's going on with this thing."
Su Ping Nan was flipping the machine in his hand. It was very delicate, not like the inferior products from small factories in Shen Cheng.
"Come back and take this to Zhang Han Ping, ask him how long it will take us to make one, and what the cost will be."
Zhang Tong limped away, but turned back to see Su Ping Nan staring at him with a smirk. He sighed and said seriously: "Don't hit my face anymore, I'll do anything."
Su Ping Nan felt that he should come and check on this pig head every now and then. Maybe he would surprise him with something else.
"Tell me, what other weird and wonderful things have happened to you?"
Zhang Tong looked at his boss, whose expression had calmed down, and thought: "Die if I die, what's to be afraid of."
"Heh." Su Ping Nan yawned, his mouth full of saliva...
From Zhang Tong's rambling story, Su Ping Nan actually discovered something.
This guy, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, was incredibly influential among the second generation of Wu City. He knew many things about the habits, hobbies, and even policy directions that Su Ping Nan, despite his efforts, could not learn, such as the secrets of the policy direction. Zhang Tong knew it all.
"Alright, stop." Su Ping Nan couldn't take it anymore when he heard the story of Zhang Tong showing off in the pool hall next to the high school. He shouted for a pause.
"From now on, you can continue playing, I support you." Su Ping Nan was smiling, afraid that he might scare the kid off today.
"But, you have to tell Guang Yao about the policy direction every day." Su Ping Nan was really afraid of Zhang Tong's storytelling. He decided to pass it on to Guo Guang Yao. After being refined by Guo Guang Yao, he would save himself a lot of brain cells.
"Okay."
Zhang Tong climbed up, muttering: "I haven't finished telling my business stories yet."
Su Ping Nan's eye twitched, he stared hard at the sky, as if a flower had suddenly bloomed in the sky, beautiful to the point where he couldn't look away.
"Those scammers got a good beating from me, what the hell kind of PP machine, even a Chinese-language version."
Su Ping Nan grabbed Zhang Tong and let out a long sigh of relief from his chest, squeezing out a smile: "Come, Tong ge, I have all the time in the world. Finish your stories!"