I Have A Space For Planting

Chapter Ten, Dance

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

Found a boyfriend?

Is it the big brother who rewarded five angels yesterday?

Xiangxiang, don't be deceived, right?

Yang Wei was a little worried, but she found out that the clothes on Xiang Xiang's body were new.

And it's still a domestic brand. Although it's not enough to look at compared to those expensive luxury goods, it can be regarded as a face-saving dress among ordinary people.

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

Xiangxiang nodded and smiled, and turned to leave the union.

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

Zhang Cheng was sitting on the sofa playing with pesticides.

"You're back? How's it going?" 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, jumping like a deer.

Turn on the TV.

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

After sending an apologetic shortcut voice, he continued to play the game.

Zhang Cheng likes to play on the flank, especially on the side of the tank. The feeling of being at the front and absorbing tons of damage for his teammates makes him feel very happy.

It's just that the wing version has finally passed. After the shooter's equipment is formed, even six pieces of defensive equipment can't stand the shooter's high explosive output.

So it's no surprise that Zhang Cheng's crystal exploded quickly when his own shooter was weak.

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

If nothing else, he will basically just sell ginseng and live a leisurely life in the future.

But if Xiang Xiang, would you like this kind of life?

"Is there anything you like to do?" Zhang Cheng said.

Xiangxiang heard the words, and after thinking for a while: "It's probably just dancing, right?"

Although it's not good to scratch your head in front of the camera, if you don't reject dancing, and even like it a little bit, then Xiangxiang wouldn't be a dance anchor.

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

Xiangxiang was a little surprised, but Zhang Cheng wanted her to learn to dance.

"I, am I a little old?"

"It's just that I usually find something to do, I 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, there are basically seven or eight-year-old children and teenagers at most, and it is somewhat embarrassing for an adult like Xiangxiang to follow along.

Zhang Cheng was not short of money, so he directly hired a special teacher.

This dance teacher is a woman in her forties. Because of family factors, she cannot go to a professional dance school to become a teacher. She can only accept some temporary guidance work.

So I cherish this opportunity.

After watching for a while, Zhang Cheng nodded with satisfaction. Basic movements such as hooking, crossing, and lowering the waist were not too urgent. After all, Xiangxiang is already an adult. Remaining is not impossible.

And watching Xiangxiang move her body from the sidelines is also a very happy thing.

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

Just to Zhang Cheng's surprise, an unexpected phone call came.

It was not 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 old man's hearty voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Uncle Yan, if you have something to do, just tell me." Zhang Cheng kept his attitude low.

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

After thinking about it, Zhang Cheng said, "Uncle Yan, the old one is gone, but there are two older ones."

The ginseng sold by Fang Tan, the owner of the pharmacy, and this Yan Xu, has grown for more than ten days, and it looks like it is about 30 years old at a thousand times the speed of Tianchengjie.

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

He plans to sell 1-day ginseng, 10-day ginseng, and 30-day ginseng in the future.

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

That is, ginseng that grows for more than 15 days or 20 days is still shrinking.

The ginseng that was originally a large radish has been reduced to the size of a carrot, which is the size of the dried ginseng in the previous 10 days.

If nothing else, it looks like wild ginseng.

All the rhizomes are gradually approaching wild ginseng.

"Oh? That's better, I wonder if it's convenient for you now? If you can, you come to Lao Fang, how about our interview?" When Yan Xu heard that there was better ginseng, not only did he not resent it, but he was even more happy. Obviously, he is a master of money. He is not afraid of expensive, but he is afraid that there will be no good goods.

Zhang Cheng heard the words, and after thinking for a while, decided to sell two more to the other party.

"Okay, I'll probably be able to get there in an hour."

I asked Xia Xiangxiang if she would like to go out with her. After getting a reply, Zhang Cheng took Xiangxiang out of the dance classroom.

"This gentleman."

Just when Zhang Cheng was about to leave with Xiangxiang, a beautiful woman in a dance suit stopped Zhang Cheng, and not far behind her, UU Reading www.uukanshu. com has several other girls in dance suits.

"Can I, can we temporarily borrow the dance studio you rented?"

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

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

Of course, that means that Zhang Cheng is not expensive now. If it was an environment where he only had a salary of 5,000 a month and a rent of 4,000 a month, it would almost cost Zhang Cheng half his life.

Hearing the request of the girl in the dance suit, Zhang Cheng nodded and agreed. After all, the other party practiced dance with Xiangxiang in the same school, and he couldn't see him when he looked up. It was convenient for him to be with others, and he didn't need it now.

Without further delay, Zhang Cheng took Xiangxiang and called a car to return to his residence. Zhang Cheng said he took the things upstairs, and then took out two 20-day ginseng from the space. He didn't give the best at once, after all Who can't squeeze toothpaste.

Then I took the subway to the pharmacy owned by Fang Tanfang, the owner of Chinese Medicine Street.

Inside the pharmacy, Fang Tan, a fifty-something old man, was sitting at the table in the shop, and there were four other people around the table.

One is Mr. Yan Xu Yan, the other three are also good-looking old people, and there is a young man, dressed neatly, standing cautiously behind Mr. Yan, probably the secretary and assistant, who gave Zhang Cheng the last time. It was him who made the transfer.

On the other hand, Fang Yan, a young woman of a young age, pouted her lips, and leaned on the counter with some dissatisfied arms.

"Little Yanzi, who messed with you?" Zhang Cheng entered the pharmacy and greeted this young woman with a serious temperament and age with a smile.