HPDBC Chapter 191 A Tribute to the Legendary Movie King
Chapter 191 A Tribute to the Legendary Movie King
Song Huan has felt something was off these past few days.
Xiao Yunqing came and left every day, her face always flushed when she left.
It wasn't the kind of red from sun exposure; it was a red that shone through from within, even the tips of her ears were red.
And she started urging him to go to sleep.
They urged me at 5 PM.
"Song Huan, aren't you sleepy? Go take a nap." Xiao Yunqing's tone was light and airy, as if she were coaxing a child.
Song Huan was puzzled.
I'm not an incompetent husband, why do I keep urging him to go to sleep?
Am I about to lose my job and my boss is coming to visit?
That afternoon, Xiao Yunqing left again, her face flushed.
He walked very fast, as if he had done something wrong.
After Song Huan waited for her to leave, she quietly stood up, walked to the computer, and sat down.
The chair was still warm.
He gripped the mouse and opened his browser history.
Good guy.
A whole row of random, nonsensical website addresses.
Letters and numbers are piled up together, like gibberish.
He randomly picked one.
The page pops up.
Holy crap, that's huge.
Song Huan was so startled she almost jumped off her chair. She tried clicking the "X" several times but couldn't exit. Finally, she had to press Alt+F4 to close the window.
He clicked on the next one.
This time it's an animated GIF. After a two-second buffer, the image starts moving.
Song Huan's lips twitched, and she turned it off again.
He finally understood why Xiao Yunqing's face was flushed.
A tribute to the legendary movie-watching king, Xiao Yunqing!
However, it's all human nature, and Song Huan can understand it.
As long as the computer doesn't get a virus, it's fine.
He casually clicked on the search history, glanced at it, and almost burst out laughing.
"Can't you have a baby just by kissing?"
"Does being in a relationship really mean you have to do *that*?"
"Does it hurt a lot during that time? Why do they keep screaming?"
Song Huan leaned back in her chair, staring at the few lines of text, unable to suppress the urge to smile.
They're adorably silly.
……
Xiao Yunqing arrived promptly at 2:30 pm the next day.
She pretended to play games for a while, typing away on the keyboard, but her eyes kept glancing at the clock on the wall.
It's five o'clock.
She turned her head and looked at the person watching TV on the sofa, trying to keep her tone even.
"Song Huan, aren't you going to sleep yet?"
Song Huan appeared to be watching TV, but she was actually observing her the whole time.
Upon hearing this, he immediately turned off the TV, yawned, and said, "Oh dear, now that you mention it, I'm actually sleepy."
After saying that, he immediately lay down and closed his eyes.
After a short while, his breathing became even.
Xiao Yunqing waited for a while, then called out softly.
"Song Huan?"
No response.
She called out again, but there was still no response.
Only then did she feel relieved enough to turn back, grasp the mouse, and open the browser.
The page popped up, and she frowned.
This is definitely not what I saw yesterday.
She clicked on a link, the page loaded, and she stared at the screen, her face flushed.
A breeze blew in through the window, causing the curtains to flutter slightly.
The living room was quiet, with only the hum of the air conditioner and Song Huan's even breathing.
Xiao Yunqing stood up, slung her small bag over her shoulder, and walked to the door to change her shoes.
"Are you going back?"
Song Huan yawned, sat up from the sofa, and rubbed her eyes.
"Hmm." Xiao Yunqing didn't look at him, squatting down to tie her shoelaces, doing so very slowly.
She only glanced at him briefly when she stood up; that glance was fleeting, like a dragonfly skimming the water, touching him briefly before withdrawing her gaze.
Song Huan didn't notice.
He was thinking about something else.
What good stuff did Xiao Yunqing browse today?
The door closed.
Song Huan walked to the computer, sat down, and opened the browser.
History record, empty.
Everything has been cleared.
He scrolled down, but there were none.
What about the search history?
Undeterred, Song Huan opened her search history and found only one result.
"Don't you dare peek at my browsing history!"
Song Huan stared at the line of text, paused for a moment, and then smiled.
Leaning back in my chair, I stared at the ceiling.
The air conditioner is still running, humming.
It was getting dark outside the window, the streetlights weren't on yet, and the room was dimly lit.
He sat for a while, then stood up and turned off the computer.
……
There's only one week left until school starts.
The sun was still scorching, and the heat waves rose from the ground, making the houses in the distance sway.
Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing each carried a bag as they got off the bus and walked to the school gate.
The bag was heavy, containing five hundred cards, freshly produced and still smelling of ink.
Liu Wan was standing at the shop entrance, wiping the glass.
The shop has been renovated, with white walls, wooden tables and chairs, and warm yellow lights.
Chen Xu was moving things inside. The boxes were stacked in the corner. He unpacked them one by one and put the spice bottles on the table.
Seeing Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing approaching, Liu Wan put down the rag and greeted them with a smile.
"Xiao Song, Xiao Xiao, you're here?"
Song Huan nodded and placed the bag on the table.
Chen Xu also put down his work, walked over, and wiped his hands on his apron.
Liu Wan already knew about the contract.
Chen Xu explained it to her, and although she didn't quite understand the terms, she could do the math: small profits but quick turnover.
With more customers, even if we earn a little less from each one, it's still a good thing.
She saw it very clearly.
Song Huan opened the bag, inside were stacks of cards.
The background is light blue, the front features the Food Alliance logo, and the back has a map with red dots marking the location of each store.
He pushed the card in front of Chen Xu, "This is a food card. It's inconvenient for me to sell it at school, so I'm leaving it with you. It'll sell for sixty yuan a card, and I'll collect the money every week. For each card you sell, I'll give you a one yuan profit."
Chen Xu was stunned. He picked up a card and looked at it over and over.
He knew very well that making one yuan from selling one card wasn't much money.
But the people who actually make money are those who buy the cards.
A person comes to buy a card. Since they're already here, they should at least buy something to eat, right?
Five hundred cards mean five hundred people.
He put the card down and looked at Song Huan.
I felt grateful, but I didn't say it aloud.
Song Huan patted him on the shoulder.
Chen Xu is an honest and reliable person.
He wouldn't be greedy for money, and neither would his mother.
But feelings are feelings, and business is business.
Song Huan took the contract out of the bag and placed it on the table.
"Take a look, sign it if there are no problems. It says on the contract how many times the penalty will be if someone tries to take the money.
Chen Xu picked it up, didn't even glance at it, and didn't say anything. He picked up the pen, signed it, and wrote neatly, stroke by stroke.
Song Huan took out another slip of paper and handed it over, "This is a QQ group number. Join it when you get back. There will be students and merchants who have signed up for cards in the group. I plan to collaborate with the merchants to hold some promotions from time to time to ensure the cardholders' activity level."
Chen Xu took it, glanced at it, nodded, and put it in his pocket.
Xiao Yunqing glanced at Song Huan in surprise. She had no idea that Song Huan had done any of this.
"Song Huan!" A voice called from across the street, panting heavily.
Zhao Qihang ran over, carrying a bulging bag in his hand. He was covered in sweat, his T-shirt stuck to his back, and his hair was soaked in clumps.
Xiao Yunqing took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and handed it to him. He said thank you, took two tissues, and wiped his face haphazardly.
"Did you bring the things?" Song Huan asked.
Zhao Qihang nodded and opened the bag.
Inside were stacks of small cards, printed with promotional posters.
Song Huan picked up a card and looked at it.
The poster features the Food Alliance logo, with a few lines of text below explaining how to use the discount card.
It's the perfect size to fit in a trouser pocket, making it easy to carry.
He nodded. "How much?"
Zhao Qihang waved his hand.
His family runs a poster printing factory, and the paper they use is recycled waste paper, which costs a dozen yuan per ton.
This little bit won't cost much.
Song Huan didn't say much and put the poster back in the bag.
"Okay, you'll be in charge of distributing the posters after school starts. One hundred posters, and I'll give you ten yuan."
Zhao Qihang blinked.
One hundred sheets, ten yuan?
This is a lucrative job.
In the past few days, he also got a rough understanding of Song Huan's food alliance plan. He was shocked by what he found out.
During this holiday, Song Huan actually managed to unite all the most popular shops on the street opposite the school.
Xiao Yunqing pulled a red banner from Zhao Qihang's bag and unfurled it.
When will this be hung up?
The banner was printed with promotional slogans, in white lettering on a red background, making it very eye-catching.
Song Huan looked at Chen Xu, "Is it okay to hang it at the entrance of your shop?"
Chen Xu nodded.
He couldn't wait for everyone to know that his shop had joined the food alliance, hoping to attract more customers.
In addition to Chen Xu's sausage shop, Song Huan prepared banners for every shop that joined the alliance.
Milk tea shops, stationery shops, breakfast shops.
The banner read the same line.
"Next week, students at a certain high school will get a discount on meals. Stay tuned. —Food Alliance"
Everything is ready, except for the start of school!
……
On the first day of school, the sunlight was still the same color.
Students from all directions flocked back, carrying backpacks and dragging suitcases, chatting in twos and threes about their summer vacation.
When I got to the school gate, I was taken aback.
The street across the street has changed. The old houses are gone, and new shops stand in rows, with colorful signs. There are milk tea shops, fried chicken shops, breakfast shops, and stationery shops, one after another.
Someone shouted, "Wow, a whole street of delicious food!" People around looked over and their eyes lit up.
Even more eye-catching were the banners.
It's red, and it's hanging at the entrance of a shop.
"Students of No. 1 Middle School will receive a discount on meals. Stay tuned. — Food Alliance"
Another one, and it's red again.
Another one, and it's red again.
It's hanging outside the old-fashioned milk tea shop, and it's also hanging outside the stationery store.
Looking down the street, everything was bright red, like it was Chinese New Year.
"Food Alliance? What's that?" someone muttered.
Just as I was wondering, a chubby boy stood at the school gate, wearing a school uniform and holding a stack of small cards, handing them out to everyone he saw.
"Come on, one for each of you, one for each of you." Wearing the same school uniform and being classmates, everyone subconsciously accepted.
The cards are small, with a light blue background, a logo printed on the front, and a map on the back with red dots marking the location of each store.
At the very bottom, in smaller print, it reads, "Use this card for 20% off at participating merchants. Valid for one semester. Price: 60 yuan."
Some people stopped and looked at it over and over again.
"Sixty yuan? With a 20% discount, you can break even after a few meals."
Are all these stores on the map franchises?
"The bubble tea shop is in there too? That's the one I go to all the time."
A person nearby leaned over and pointed to the red dot on the map, "I've eaten at this sausage shop before, it's delicious. The stationery store is also there, so I can get a discount on pens from now on."
Zhao Qihang stood at the school gate, handing out the stack of cards in his hand very quickly.
Some people took it and left, some stopped to ask a few questions, and some just took out their money.
"Give me one."
"I want one too."
Zhao Qihang said in a flustered manner, "You can't buy the discount card here, you buy it at the sausage grill shop across from the school!"
Zhao Qihang had sweat on his forehead, but he was grinning from ear to ear, smiling happily.
Song Huan stood inside the school gate, hands in her pockets, watching from afar.
Xiao Yunqing stood next to him, still holding the remaining banner in her hand.
"It seems like it's working out," she said.
Song Huan nodded.
The wind blew by, making the banners at the school gate billow and rustle like applause.