Chapter 12: I made a mistake and started over again. Who would start a business if they were all reborn? According to convention, Chen Mo should have had almost enough to drink by now, but I didn't expect him to ask for a dozen right away. Sun Ziwei was obviously shocked by Chen Mo's momentum. "Okay, Jinzi, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your drinking capacity has improved~" Gold is Chen Mo's nickname. Only his best friend Sun Ziwei calls him that, because silence is golden. When the two learned this idiom in childhood, this nickname was attached to Chen Mo. It wasn't that Chen Mo hadn't thought about protesting at the time, but Sun Ziwei was a little fat boy who was much fatter than his peers. To use Lao Luo's words, children fighting is just a competition of growth, which makes sense. Later, Chen Mo thought of a saying that gold will always shine, so he accepted this title. As a result, he was exhausted to death in his previous life and never saw the light of day. He was probably buried in the Mariana Trench. Thirty years have passed, and now I am the god of wine on the battlefield of alcohol! Chen Mo glanced at his best friend who had been playing with him since the orphanage and was in the same boat with him. He pretended to be disdainful. "Little guy, it's more than enough for two of you to drink." After a while, the waiter came over with a dozen beers, and his attitude was terrible. "Hello, do you need to open it?" "Kai, yawn" Sun Ziwei sneezed several times in a row.
"Open six bottles." "Excuse me, sir, I have opened it all for you, please take a look" Sun Ziwei wanted to cry but had no tears. This waiter was quite capable. It only took a few seconds. Chen Mo picked up the plate and handed it to the waiter, "It's open now, heat up these skewers again." Then he took out two bottles and handed them over, "Come on, don't be scared, keep drinking, whoever falls down first will be the grandson~" Sun Ziwei loosened his belt which was a little tight, "Tsk, little guy, have you forgotten who walked out sideways last time?" Afterwards, the two of them recalled the good old days while drinking and chatting, from the orphanage to the hard times in college when they studied together, played games together, and worked part-time together. It had been more than a year since they graduated and they had just barely paid off their student loans. After all, Beijing is so big, it's not easy to get together. The last time the two met was last time. In a blink of an eye, two months have passed since the Chinese New Year. Chen Mo listened to his best friend complaining about how difficult the world is, and complained in his heart, "How childish! This is just the beginning. Every year from now on will be the best year ever." Unlike Sun Ziwei whose face turned red after drinking, Chen Mo's face became whiter and his mind became clearer the more he drank. However, Chen Mo, who had just finished his awesome performance, still died once when he went to the toilet. There was no other way. This body obviously had a low tolerance for alcohol and lacked periodic baptism. As long as you are physically strong and dare to drink, and can go to the toilet to clear the queue when you can't hold it, and come back still a hero with full blood and mana, theoretically your alcohol tolerance is invincible. Of course, theory has to be combined with practice. Chen Mo had an extra bottle of Nutri-Express in his hand, so that the battery life could be extended. After all, milk is like wine, the more you drink, the better. These are the tips for drinking that he figured out later. At the end of the drinking, Chen Mo saw that his grandson Ziwei was drowsy, and at first glance, there were more empty wine bottles on the table than strings. He was still conscious, but his body was a little out of control. Chen Mo knew that he had reached his limit. He staggered to the front desk and took out his wallet. "B18, let me calculate the total amount." "Hello, sir, the gentleman at your table has already paid the bill." "It's already been done?" Chen Mo was stunned, and then he remembered that this guy had been in the bathroom for a long time before, and he thought he had died in the bathroom. You little bastard, you've widened your path. Don't be fooled by the fact that Sun Ziwei appears to be careless and like a fool, he is actually more thoughtful than anyone else. He is big and strong with muscular body, which is the result of regular fitness training. He grows a little too fast. In fact, his grandson Wei is a few months younger than him, but the two of them have been together since the orphanage, and he is like an older brother to him, taking care of him from time to time. Then from now on I will take on the responsibility of being a father.
I asked the waiter for the bill. The bill included the skewers and the wine. It was over 200 yuan, not cheap. Most of it was spent on the wine. "Pack up the rest of the skewers and take them away." "Okay. But sir, you need to pay for the extra bottle of Nutri-Express." Chen Mo took out the money, then returned to his seat and patted his sleepy grandson Wei, "Hey, grandson, get up and pee! I can't handle your huge pee." Sun Ziwei opened his eyes, struggled to get up with the help of Chen Mo, and walked out, still shouting, "If it weren't for the interview tomorrow, I can still drink, let's fight again another day." "Fight, go home and sleep." The two of them staggered to the side of the road and sat on the curb waiting for a taxi. The cool breeze made their heads clearer. While waiting for the taxi to arrive, Chen Mo told Sun Ziwei the address where he lived and sent him and Chuan into the taxi. As the car drove away, he inadvertently saw a 24-hour self-service bank across the street. After thinking for a while, he walked in, inserted the card in his wallet into the ATM, and checked his current startup funds. Looking at the balance displayed on the ATM, Chen Mo fell silent. To put it in a bigger way, it is less than 10,000. The only difference is that the first digit is 2, and the number of banknotes in the wallet is not much different from the current year. This made Chen Mo gasp for air and his teeth hurt a little. He had the impression that he didn't have much money left, but he didn't expect it to be so little. Yes, he has been working in Shanghe for more than a year. Although his monthly salary is only a little over 5,000 yuan after a salary increase, he has to pay off his student loan, rent, and save money to buy a laptop. It would be a miracle if he could be rich. No wonder I work so hard and refuse to quit even though I am exploited like this. It turns out that I have been carrying the leverage on my shoulders since I graduated and started working. He also had the crazy idea of starting a business. He started a business with 2010 yuan in ? This is no longer the era where you can conquer the world with just a big cake. If you want to develop, you have to spend real money. From the news he read in the afternoon, he felt that the Hundred Regiments Campaign was about to begin, and that various capital entities were already showing signs of spending money to grab market share. If you want to look up at the stars, you have to keep your feet on the ground, right? Let’s first think about how to survive this month. It seems that none of the people who came out of Qidian Orphanage ended up as beggars, right? He didn't want to be the first to set a precedent and become the originator of urban begging. Thinking about the conversation they had while drinking just now, Chen Mo came up with a plan. or Chen Mo quickly took out his cell phone and called for a long time before the call was connected. "Hey, Sun Zei, you just mentioned Xiaomi's interview, when is it?" ".Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock. Zhongguancun Yingu Building. Oh." ".Get lost, I'm just checking for you, I'm afraid you'll get cheated" ".You are of no use to me anymore, kneel down and be in peace." While sitting on the side of the road waiting for the bus, Chen Mo looked up at the dark, starless night sky above. Planning my future in my heart. (End of this chapter)