Lin Xiaofen took the initiative to hold Yin Yue's hand, looking very excited and affectionate.

"Hey, sisters, we haven't seen each other for a few years, how are you?"

"I haven't seen you for five or six years, right?" Yin Yue said, "You have changed a lot."

She really meant it.

Not to mention that Lin Xiaofen is no longer the malnourished firewood girl she used to be.

It has been raised to be white, tender and feminine.

It even seems like his personality has changed a bit.

He is no longer as weak and inferior as he used to be, and has become a bit outgoing.

"Not only that, it's been seven years! I still have the notebook you gave me when we broke up after middle school."

"Oh, you remember it very clearly..." Yin Yue smiled.

"Of course, we have been in high school together for three years, and you are the only one who has given me gifts. You wrote on the title page of your notebook, Xiaofen, read the books of great leaders, listen to the words of XXX, and be a good soldier of XXX. I am now

Just looking at it makes my heart warm.”

"That's how I used to write tributes back then." Yin Yue couldn't help but sigh.

"How are you now? What are you doing? Are you working as an accountant?"

Lin Xiaofen stared at the deposit receipt in Yin Yue's hand, obviously misunderstanding it.

The numbers above are the basis for her judgment.

However, Yin Yue was really in a dilemma as to how to respond in such a public situation.

To be honest, even little kids now know that "Pierre Cardin" is the most expensive French clothing, and the jingle "Pierre Cardin, drain the money" has spread throughout society.

If she said she worked at Pierre Cardin, people would look at her with suspicion.

If you have to explain it again, this certificate of deposit is your own income, then it is completely self-showing.

If she emphasized that she was a salesperson from Pierre Carton, that would be low-key enough, but of course she was unwilling to lose her status in front of her classmates.

If you agree to what the other party says, you are undoubtedly pretending to be confused and deliberately deceiving.

Ouch, nothing is good...

Fortunately, just when she was hesitating, the person in front of them had already finished the process and called someone at the bank counter.

Lin Xiaofen was in a hurry to do something. In this way, the embarrassment would be resolved naturally, and she would not need to say anything else.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xiaofen was still nostalgic. When she was leaving, she turned around and stopped her, giving her a special warning.

"Hey, Yin Yue, don't leave yet, wait for me. I'll get some money right now, and we'll be done talking. We haven't seen each other for how many years, so I'm going to give you my notebook, and I'll find one for you too.

It’s a place to catch up on old times. I’m treating you.”

So I originally planned to leave my contact information and say goodbye to Yin Yue, but I couldn't help but feel a little moved.

It's really not good to just leave like this.

After thinking about it, she had no choice but to call over the two neighborhood children who had come with her and handed them twenty yuan.

"Sister, I met an acquaintance today. I promised to treat you to dinner at noon, but I can't go. How about this, I'll give you the money. You can go by yourself. Drink less! Go home early!"

Those two boys are easy to talk to, and if they have money, they can be easily dispatched.

He took the money with a smile, agreed, and left happily.

Just like that, Yin Yue waited for Lin Xiaofen to withdraw the money, and then followed her to the "Gangcheng Yadu Bar" on the ground floor of the Xuanwumen Hotel.

Why don't you go to a restaurant?

If not for anything else, it’s because restaurants these days are all dominated by men and it’s too noisy.

They are not very hungry and just want to sit together and chat.

Yin Yue heard from Lin Xiaofen that this place was opened by people from Hong Kong City. She has been coming here often recently and the environment is pretty good.

So I happily agreed.

Indeed, after arriving, Yin Yue found that the environment here was not bad.

Although it can't compare with Maxim, it is still very open, very fashionable, and very suitable for sitting and chatting.

Both sides of the wall are neatly arranged in the form of high-backed leather chairs and glass-topped dining tables, which are commonly known as "train seats".

There is a bar in the middle and a row of high stools in front of the bar.

The lighting in the room is also very particular. In addition to the small lamps shining like stars on the ceiling, there is a small lamp with an umbrella on each table.

These are scenes that we Chinese could only see in foreign movies in the past.

It's just that after all, the service staff these days always have a state-run attitude, which kind of ruins the atmosphere of this place.

Just like the two women poking at the bar, they seemed to be the ones in charge of the store, and each of them had a "big explosion" on their head.

The two of them were chatting and laughing inside when no one was around. As soon as they saw someone approaching the bar, their faces immediately dropped.

Apparently he was unhappy because his chat was delayed.

This made Yin Yue sigh from the bottom of his heart.

I sincerely feel that Pierre-Carton's staff training and requirements are a thousand times better than this kind of Hong Kong-owned bar.

If their store had something like this, they would probably just open it.

But what was most unexpected to Yin Yue was also what made her emotional the most.

On the contrary, the "little coal core" of the past has completely disappeared without a trace.

Today's Lin Xiaofen is impressive, she has become extraordinarily generous and magnanimous.

After the two of them sat down, Lin Xiaofen loudly snapped her fingers and reached out to call the waiter.

I didn't even look at the wine list or drink list, I just ordered something as if it was familiar.

"Two cups of coffee, and a plate of cream croissants, a plate of cookies, a plate of almonds, a plate of peanuts, um... and a bottle of red wine..."

At the same time as Lin Xiaofen was giving instructions, Yin Yue opened the wine list and looked through it casually. He didn't see anything else and noticed the red wine Lin Xiaofen ordered.

That wine is actually the domestically produced ‘Zhonghua Red’. It sells for seven yuan a bottle here, but only two and a half yuan in stores outside.

It can be seen from this that the things Lin Xiaofen asked for could not possibly cover the cost of two meals, and it was largely staged.

So she quickly intervened to stop it, saying there was no need to be so polite, they both couldn't eat, and asked Lin Xiaofen to ask for less.

However, Lin Xiaofen was stubborn and insisted on sending the waiter away.

"Hey, this is nothing. Money is not a problem for me now. How did we get through those years? We have suffered so much. Now that we have the conditions, of course we have to compensate ourselves."

"Look, in the past, I only saw cream pastries in my dreams, and I didn't know what the wine tasted like. Now I can sit here openly and enjoy it as I please. This is called progress."

"Just because we can become serfs and sing, just because we can meet again today, it's worth having a few drinks together! If you can't eat, there's nothing to be afraid of. Just show off and be happy."

After saying that, she giggled.

Yin Yue was surprised by such "bold words" and couldn't help but feel in a trance.

Because she suddenly realized that in the three years of middle school, she had never seen Lin Xiaofen smile.

This is the first time I see Lin Xiaofen looking so happy.

It's no wonder. Who can laugh when they don't have enough to eat? Even she herself is the same.

Although her family conditions were better than Lin Xiaofen's in the past, that was relatively speaking, and at most she would not go hungry.

The taste of poverty also made her heartbroken, otherwise she would not rack her brains and think of ways to make money.

I am really scared of poverty.

Thinking of this, Yin Yue felt calm and couldn't help but laugh.

"Xiao Fen, you are so loud. I didn't expect that you have changed a lot over the years. It seems that you have become rich and live a really cool life."

But at the same time, she became curious.

Because Lin Xiaofen's homework was not good in the past, and it didn't have much connection with her family.

How could a person with nothing become such a wealthy person?

This seems to be only one possibility.

"Xiaofen, have you become an individual?"

Unexpectedly, she guessed wrong.

Lin Xiaofen shook her head and said with a smile on her face.

"Sisters, you are mistaken. I am an accountant just like you now."

"Ah? Are you an accountant?"

Yin Yue was immediately taken aback and followed the trend to clarify.

"I...I'm not an accountant. I'm currently working as a salesperson for Pierre Carton, selling clothes every day."
To be continued...