Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

Chapter 162: A Woman Who Loves to Wear a Hip Skirt and Ride a Bicycle
in the afternoon.

After three classes.

Jiang Ning suggested going to the back street to eat spicy hot pot.

This resolution immediately received a warm response from Luo Shanshan and others.

Except Zhu Hui who had to rush to the painting studio for class.

The other girls walked out of the school without saying a word.

"Jiang Jiang, I remember that you don't like spicy hot pot very much?" While walking on the road, Qi Wen took Jiang Ning's arm and asked curiously.

"Well, I don't like people treating me to meals."

"I like to treat others to food, especially the 13-yuan spicy hot pot."

Hearing Jiang Ning's words, the two girls who were fighting in front turned around.

"13 yuan? Who can eat so much?" Sun Qian said while squeezing a contestant with a large cup size.

"Oh, someone can eat it."

"Because she has two more stomachs than others!"

"Who are you talking about!" Luo Shanshan angrily punched him.

But Sun Qian ran away after she finished speaking.

The fist still hit nothing.

Luo Shanshan chased after him relentlessly.

As a result, the two girls started fighting on Wutong Avenue, one chasing the other.

Seeing this.

Miss Jiang curled her lips in disdain.

"Like a child."

this will.

Qi Wen suddenly let out a warm sigh.

"Jiang Jiang, it would be nice if you were a boy."

???

If I remember correctly.

I think you said something similar in your previous life.

Just lamenting why I'm not a girl.

Otherwise, we can be sisters.

and so.

Schrödinger's gender?
Miss Jiang rolled her eyes at the little liar beside her in annoyance.

moment.

When the group of four passed by the duck blood vermicelli shop.

But found out unexpectedly.

I don't know when this store was closed.

"Hey, although the duck blood vermicelli in this shop is not delicious."

“But they are all of the same kind.”

“It’s missing now.”

"From now on, if I want to eat vermicelli, I can only go to the one on Siyuan Road."

Luo Shanshan sighed sincerely.

Sun Qian on the side also rarely did not retort, but just continued to say:

"Yes!"

"It's a pity that the taste of that restaurant is also so-so."

"How to do it…"

Looking at the two people sighing.

Qi Wen suddenly laughed out loud.

"Why am I listening to you guys?"

“There is a kind of desolation that comes from witnessing the extinction of a species.”

"Is it desolate?" Luo Shanshan looked back at Sun Qian.

"Isn't it desolate?" Sun Qian turned her head and looked at Luo Shanshan.

"Tablet, what are you looking at me doing?"

"Big Basket! Weren't you the one who looked at me first?"

"No! What did you call me?"

"A big basket!"

As a result, the two of them started fighting again for no apparent reason.

This made Qi Wen shake her head helplessly, and she turned around and looked at Miss Jiang.

Just about to speak.

But I found that Jiang Ning looked at the closed duck blood vermicelli shop with a strange look in his eyes.

"Why, do you want to eat duck blood vermicelli?"

"No, I just miss the taste a little bit." Jiang Ning raised his head and glanced at the dull sign of the duck blood vermicelli shop.

“I guess I won’t be able to eat it anymore.”

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Saturday.

The underground parking lot of Tianwei Building.

Li Mingyu was riding a Xiaoning No. 3 electric bike and shouting happily in the parking lot.

"Wow!"

"Jiang Xiaoning!"

“This car is pretty fast!”

"Giggle cluck..."

"Fun! So fun!"

Like a kid getting a new toy.

Having fun.

As for Jiang Ning.

He was leaning against the red BMW.

He looked at Li Mingyu making a fuss with a helpless look on his face.

"Hey! She's exposed, she's exposed..."

"Don't ride astride!"

"You're wearing a hip skirt! A hip skirt!"

"The bra strap has fallen off. Ouch, it's exposed!"

A good while.

Li Mingyu then stepped on the brakes and returned to Jiang Ning.

"Creak" sound.

Looking at the young woman with disheveled hair, she looks like she just woke up.

See this.

Miss Jiang sighed softly.

He took two steps forward and lifted up the young woman's fallen shoulder strap.

"how about this car?"

"Very good." Li Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief and patted the steering wheel.

“Lighter than I thought.”

“Easier to ride than a motorcycle.”

"If the battery capacity can be doubled, I'm afraid it will squeeze out a lot of motorcycles."

motorcycle?
to be frank.

Miss Jiang really didn't take this thing seriously.

Even if there was no ban on motorcycles two or three years later.

In terms of home use, motorcycles are much worse than electric cars.

Let’s not talk about the noise for now.

Just the cost savings alone is something that no motorcycle can compare to.

Especially under the unique oil price conditions in our country.

An electric bicycle that uses electricity can save a considerable amount of fuel money every month.

Twenty minutes later.

Jiang Ning and Li Mingyu returned to the office upstairs and sat down.

Li Mingyu got a set of tea sets from somewhere.

She pretended to be a tea-pourer.

Warming the cup, adding tea, moistening the tea and so on.

Come down with a set of procedures.

When the tea was poured and placed in front of Miss Jiang.

She picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"How about it?"

"It's cold..."

Then Miss Jiang received a big eye roll.

And a wonderful praise of 'a cow chewing a peony'.

He smiled indifferently.

Drink the herbal tea in the cup in one gulp.

He asked with a smile:

"Sister Mingyu, do you have any suggestions for my electric car?"

"What's yours?"

"That one is mine."

"You gave it to me, so it's mine!"

"Okay, okay." Miss Jiang didn't want to argue with a proud young woman, so she spoke again and asked the same question again.

Hear the words.

Li Mingyu sat on his sofa, propped up his head with one hand, thought for a moment, and said:

“How many?”

"One is that the power is too low."

"Ten kilometers may seem like a lot, but after half an hour of riding, there's not much battery left."

“The second is that there are too few options.”

"Third, there's not even any limited edition items."

It’s a limited edition, you thought it was a bag.

Miss Jiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she continued to listen to what Li Mingyu said.

"Also, the charging is too slow."

"It takes seven or eight hours to fully charge the battery."

"With this much time, I can even take my motorcycle to Ningzhou and back."

All correct.

These are indeed the problems that electric bicycles currently have.

Except for the one in the second style category.

The other two problems will continue to exist for the next decade or so.

However, with the advancement of technology, these problems will be relatively alleviated.

For example, by modifying the charger, its charging speed can be doubled.

What about pulse charging method, variable current intermittent charging method and so on.

But these will cause more or less damage to the battery itself.

But if we really want to solve these problems completely.

There is still a need for epoch-making products to emerge.

But this thing hadn't come out at least until Jiang Ning died in his previous life.

At this time.

Li Mingyu suddenly asked a question.

"Jiang Xiaoning."

"How much money do you have now?"

money?
This is a sensitive issue.

If a conversation starts with this, the following words will usually be about asking for money.

In fact, if Li Mingyu really asked her to borrow money.

There is no way Miss Jiang would not lend it.

But if there is a financial relationship between two people, the situation changes.

Ok.

It has become a relationship between the packager and the packaged.

"Sister Mingyu, why are you asking this?"

"Why, are you afraid that I will borrow money from you?"

Li Mingyu is worthy of being someone who has been in society for several years.

Jiang Ning didn't answer her question directly, but she knew what the little fox was thinking.

He said angrily:

"I found a good project and would like to invite you to invest together."

Huh…

Speaking of making money.

Miss Jiang became more energetic.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at the young woman in front of him. The heat in his eyes made the young woman instinctively clamp her legs together.

Then I realized something.

His face turned red.

"You little money-grubber."

"When it comes to making money, you're very smart."

Speaking of which.

Li Mingyu paused.

"How much money do you have now?"

how much is it?
This is a very real question.

It had been a month since Jiang Ning last checked the balance in his bank card.

At that time, the money was used to add equipment and renovate the factory.

Jiang Ning transferred more than 300,000 yuan from the card.

If I remember correctly.

The balance at that time seemed to be...

"More than three million, probably."

Hear this number.

Li Mingyu's eyes lit up instantly.

The corners of the mouth are slightly curved upwards.

"Jiang Xiaoning..."

Feel Li Mingyu's sweet and cloying vibrato.

Jiang Ning shuddered subconsciously.

"stop!"

"Get straight to the point!"

Such a heartless attitude made Li Mingyu snort in displeasure.

"Jiang Xiaoning, you're not cute anymore!"

"I'm going to be angry for three seconds!"

"Don't talk to me."

Then, as if in a fit of anger, he counted down to three.

Wait until it's over.

The young woman looked at Miss Jiang with a smile again.

"Jiang Xiaoning, do you want to invest in real estate?"

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