As they exited the train station, Bao Yin kept turning back to look at Bao Jin, calling out, "Brother, hurry up! Why are you so slow today?"
Fang La put his arm around Bao Yin's shoulder and said, "You have to understand your brother; he's conflicted."
Bao Yin asked curiously, "What's he contradicting himself about?"
At this moment, Bao Jin seemed to have finally come to his senses. He strode forward, took Bao Yin's hand, and said, "Come on, let's go for a drink."
Bao Yin asked, puzzled, "Why are you drinking alcohol when we haven't even eaten yet?"
Bao Jin clasped his hands in a fist salute to us and said, “Brothers, it’s been a long time since we last met. We’d like to spend some time alone. After we finish eating, we’ll go back to school.”
Bao Yin was pulled along by Bao Jin as they walked, saying, "Let's all go together..." Before long, the two of them were far away.
Zhang Qing said, "Do you think Bao Jin would take advantage of Brother Zhishen's drunkenness to kill him?"
Wang Yin scoffed, "If Bao Jin wanted to harm Lu Zhishen, would he need to drink alcohol?"
Zhang Qing retorted angrily, "What do you mean? Are you saying that we Liangshan heroes are inferior to your Eight Heavenly Kings?"
Xiuxiu whispered, "Stop arguing, what kind of older brother would harm his own younger brother?"
Wang Yin couldn't help but say, "The current Lu Zhishen is not as good as Baojin."
Zhang Qing said, "Try not taking medicine if you're so capable."
Wang Yin snorted: "If you don't take your medicine, what do I know about you?"
Fang La chuckled and said to Lu Junyi, "Brother Junyi, if it weren't for us, I'm afraid everyone from Liangshan would have had a very boring year."
Lu Junyi also laughed and said, "That's true."
With that, my last worry was finally put to rest. After saying goodbye to everyone, we headed to the pawnshop in our original group. On the carriage, Xiang Yu suddenly said, "Actually, I envy Bao Jin quite a bit. Whether he's an enemy or a brother, at least he's finally seen the person he's been longing for again."
Suddenly, I remembered something and quickly said, "By the way, Brother Yu, what did you say to Erpang just now? What did you mean by 'Don't disturb your sister-in-law after finding her'?" I guessed that this was probably Xiang Yu's cautious side. In case Yu Ji was actually some kind of "S"-shaped woman on the internet, it would be best not to acknowledge her.
Unexpectedly, Xiang Yu said calmly, "I just want to see her once, and then I'll leave. I don't have many days left to live, so it's not worth causing A Yu any more pain."
Wow, what an amazing innocent young man in the 21st century! Just like in the book: Faced with her beauty, I only dare to hide in a corner and fantasize, while silently and sincerely wishing her to find her "him" soon...
I said, "Why are you doing this? Look at Zhang Bing, isn't she the same? Just think of her as your sister-in-law reincarnated, she even looks like her."
Xiang Yu slowly shook his head.
I said, "You also think she's not Yu Ji anymore?"
Xiang Yu smiled bitterly.
That evening, Baozi started talking to me, saying, "Qiangzi, do you think we should book a restaurant? We have something to do on the 10th. It's already the end of September." I nodded.
“And then there’s the car fleet. We’ll at least need to buy a few decent pieces of furniture, right? Anyway, we’ll have to replace this sofa.” I nodded. I didn’t intend for this three-legged sofa to witness our entire wedding ceremony—after all, our new house isn’t in a pawn shop.
Baozi was still worried and said, "Why don't I just take the day off tomorrow and help you with the arrangements?"
I quickly waved my hand: "No, I won't approve it." With her around, nothing can be accomplished.
Baozi laughed and said, "You're not our boss, what business is it of yours whether you approve it or not?"
I smiled knowingly and said, "Baozi, whose job in your shop do you envy the most? Do you want to be the manager?"
Baozi scoffed, "What's the point of being a manager? You only make less than a thousand yuan more than me, and you're working yourself to death."
Tsk tsk, she's so carefree. She only earns less than a thousand more than her, why doesn't she just say that her total salary is less than a thousand?
I said, "What about the accountants? That's an easy job."
Baozi pouted: "It's too much of a brain drain, and you have to worry about the accounts, right?"
"...Then who do you envy?" It seems that Baozi has big ambitions and really has the talent to be a big manager.
Baozi clasped her hands to her chest: "To be honest, I envy the scallion peeler in our shop the most. He sits on a small stool and just peels scallions, without having to worry about anything or getting tired."
I:"……"
Forget it, I can't agree to that. If I peel onions for a week, I'll choke on them on our wedding night.
But I really got busy the next day. First, I called all the big restaurants in the Yellow Pages, and it turned out that over 60% were fully booked. A few other restaurants had one or two empty halls, but as soon as they heard I was planning to cater 500 people, they hung up immediately. It's not their fault; a wedding with 500 guests in our area would require at least the son of a bureau-level leader. And a leader's son getting married on October 2nd couldn't possibly be scrambling to book a restaurant at the end of September—in fact, even 500 might not be enough; a bunch of Liangshan heroes plus Yue Fei's army would easily fill 400. Even if we're a small family, we still have about 10 tables for relatives and friends. Plus, Baozi's dad wanted both families to hold the wedding together…
After running into obstacles all morning, I started to get really anxious. If we can't find a restaurant, we can't exactly hold our wedding banquet on the street, can we? It seems that those who haven't been married much lack experience.
Finally, I had no choice but to call Jin Shaoyan for help; he was more reliable than me when it came to big hotels. To my surprise, Jin Shaoyan was also in a dilemma. Those days were peak wedding season, and finding a large hotel that could accommodate 500 people would require booking months in advance, which was indeed difficult at that time. Suddenly, Jin Shaoyan had a brilliant idea: "How about we hold a Western-style wedding reception outdoors?"
I said, "The kind that goes like, 'Do you want to? I do'?"
Jin Shaoyan said excitedly, "Yes, yes, if you agree, you don't have to worry about anything. I'll send someone to take care of it for you. It will definitely make people think it's Queen Elizabeth's inauguration ceremony."
"Alright! Elizabeth has come to China to take up her post—you want to make a film called 'Wu Sangui in 2007' or something? Your idea is not as good as letting us have a banquet at a small restaurant."
After I scolded him, Jin Shaoyan deflated: "Alright then, I'll only be in charge of the convoy. You'd better hurry up and think of a location, otherwise we won't be able to send out the invitations. Oh, and you need to give me a copy of the invitations, and it would be best if all the guests wrote a few lines—"
I hadn't even had a few minutes to think after hanging up when my phone rang. I answered, and a furtive voice on the other end said, "Xiao Qiang? Come get me out of here!"
I asked, "9527?"
"It's me."
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Enough talk, come on over!"