Not The Sideburns I Know Chapter 151

At this time, another voice came from the door: "Great, what a coincidence, today someone invites you, tomorrow you invite someone else!" Du Qi walked in wearing a straw hat, a white shirt and suspenders, looking very suitable. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ervin's masterpiece, picked up a pack of cigarettes, raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh! Shang Lang brand! I have to try it!" He opened it and lit one, and took out the cigarette card inside. It was Wang Xifeng. People praised the good luck of the Seventh Master. Du Qi smiled, threw the cigarette on the table, stuffed the cigarette card into his trousers pocket, and said to the secretary: "The cigarette tastes very ordinary, a smell of uric acid! The idea is not bad, thanks to our boss Shang's appearance, you see, save a cigarette factory!" The secretary knew this cultural celebrity, although the words were unpleasant to hear, he did not dare to retort, admitted that the taste was indeed ordinary, and then left. Du Qi hooked his arm around Ervin's neck and said, "Come out to dinner with me! An old friend is treating us!" He looked Ervin up and down and frowned, "You don't need to change your clothes... Take off your high heels! What a rotten behavior!"

While changing his shoes, Ervin looked at Ryan. The two of them always went out together and never left each other's side, but Ryan and Du Qi had disliked each other for a long time, and they would not sit at the same table. Ryan really said, "I'm here teaching Ren Wu the accountant. Boss Shang, go eat by yourself." Ervin did not force him.

Du Qi took Ervin to a Japanese restaurant. When Ervin saw the Japanese sign, his heart sank. People like them went out to eat mainly to talk about things and make friends, but Ervin was the only one who went out to eat for the sake of eating.

Ervin murmured in disappointment: "Japanese food! Sashimi, cold rice balls, I don't like them."

Du Qi ignored him. It was a day when a Japanese society was hosting a dinner in a restaurant. The outer hall was bustling with people, and there were Chinese people wearing long gowns drinking and speaking Japanese. Entering the tatami room, the bamboo door was pulled open, and it was quiet in the midst of noise and especially clean. On the small table, three reeds were inserted in a white stone bonsai. Ervin and Du Qi didn't know how to kneel, so they crossed their legs like old monks meditating. The maid in kimono bent down and knelt in Du Qi's ear and whispered a few words. Du Qi smiled and said, "Not ready yet? Then let's eat first and let him do it slowly." Sashimi and cold rice balls were quickly served. Because there was no one else, Ervin acted casually, holding the bowl and drinking the soup, using chopsticks to stir the dishes, picking out the vegetable core of the sushi and eating it, and picking up the egg roll in Du Qi's bowl. Du Qi took a chopstick and tapped the back of his hand: "It is better to be born poor than to look poor. Is it presentable?" Ervin touched the back of his hand: "Who are we waiting for?" Du Qi smiled mysteriously: "You will know in a while!"