"Uncle, your phone number is 130*****, you did call me just now."
Cai Gen quickly gave out his mobile phone number. This was his most advantageous method. If others didn't admit it, there was nothing he could do.
"Who knows if it's my phone number, or who is calling me when I have nothing to do?"
After these words came out from the door, Cai Gen was speechless.
It makes sense logically. There is really no need for the elderly to memorize their own phone numbers and they do not need to do anything themselves.
But, it doesn’t seem to make sense?
Cai Gen felt that it would be a bit difficult to communicate normally when meeting such an old man.
I dialed the phone directly, and as expected, the phone rang from the door.
"Hey, who is it?"
Cai Gen heard two voices again, one on the phone and one on the door.
"Uncle, it's me, sharing children's door-to-door service."
"Why do you have my phone number? What kind of door-to-door service do you provide? Is it free? I have no money."
A burst of hot sweat appeared on Cai Gen's forehead, and he knew that nothing would go smoothly.
They just don't admit that they called you. What can you do? Can you still call the police?
Maybe the uncle is older and more forgetful?
"We share children and provide door-to-door services, including
We visit four times a month and charge a service fee of 200 yuan."
Outside the door, Cai Gen honestly introduced the service process and service concept. It was a review, and he spent twenty minutes writing on it.
The old man remained silent at the door and listened so quietly that Cai Gen thought he had fallen asleep.
"Uncle, are you still here? If it's really inconvenient, I'll go back."
Cai Gen felt that he had to work hard even if he should work hard, so he should consider himself unlucky.
"You said two hundred a month, fifty for one visit, what are you doing? Why do you need fifty?"
It's over. The twenty minutes just now were in vain. Cai Gen really wanted to walk away. Who can bear this back and forth?
But when I think about it, most of the customers I will face in the future will be elderly people like this.
It can happen under any circumstances, and there should be quite a few people with such confused thinking. Wouldn’t it be a good idea to not serve them?
The more confused the elderly are, the more they need the care of shared children's services.
Old children, old children, please keep a normal mind and be patient like you would a child.
Cai Gen spent another fifteen minutes explaining the service content and benefits. This time he was obviously much more proficient and the time was reduced a lot.
There was no movement inside the door again. This silence made Cai Gen seriously suspect that the uncle inside was asleep.
This time I didn't say hello, I just wanted to turn around and leave, which was really embarrassing.
Just as I raised my legs and turned around, there was movement on the security door. After a long time, I don't know how many locks were locked. Finally, the door opened a small crack and was connected to a safety chain.
The old man revealed one eye from the crack in the door and stared at Cai Gen warily.
"Why are you here? You're at the door. Why don't you ring the doorbell? I've been waiting for you for a long time?"
Um?
There's something wrong with the style of painting.
I have been standing at the door for almost an hour, why are I still blaming myself?
Cai Gen was filled with doubts, but he didn't dare to say anything.
"Well, there's a traffic jam on the road, I'm sorry."
The man behind the door glared at Cai Gen with dissatisfaction and forcefully closed the security door.
Then the sound of chains sounded, and this time the security door was fully opened.
Cai Gen let the door open and fully saw the situation inside the room.
The old man is not tall, a head shorter than Cai Gen. He is lean and lean. He looks a bit bulky in his cotton pajamas, but his waist is straight, and he looks like a vigorous and resolute person.
The wrinkled face, although thin, is healthy and rosy, and the eyes are bright and lively, especially the longevity eyebrows, which are black and white, and look very blessed. He looks like he is more than 80 years old, if not ninety.
"Come in, how long do you want me to wait? I have no sense of time at all.
I don’t even think about how much time we immortals have to make you happy.
If you come a little later, I will be gone, will you still make money?"
This set of words was more eloquent and powerful than Cai Gen's.
Judging from his body shape, he has more firepower than Cai Gen. How does he look like a Guixi person?
If you take good care of it, Cai Gen thinks it will be enough to outlast others.
He quickly put on his shoe covers, turned on the recorder on his body, took out copies of his work permit and ID card from around his neck, and showed them to the old man.
"Uncle, I am the care worker No. 001 of Shared Children. My name is Cai Gen.
This is my work permit and ID card. I will leave a copy for you before I leave to avoid any security concerns."
The uncle didn't even look at it, turned around and walked back into the house, as if he didn't worry about safety at all.
"Come in quickly. What are you doing with this scene? It doesn't take much effort to fake it. Only fools will believe it."
There is nothing wrong with what he said. This man has a very good family.
Cai Gen entered the house and closed the door.
As soon as I entered the house, I noticed something was wrong.
This floor is quite particular.
The texture and sound when you step on it are the same as those of solid wood flooring. It's not the spliced type, it's the traditional craftsmanship with a hollow underneath.
When you walk up, even though your steps are very light, there will still be sounds from the floor, and it gives people a soft and elastic feeling.
Nowadays, there are very few houses with such a floor.
Looking at the condition, it should have been waxed recently. Although it is a dark hall when you enter the door, you can still see the reflection.
The decoration of the foyer is all antique. There is no white wall at all. It is all surrounded by solid wood. I don’t know what kind of wood it is.
It looks obviously outdated now, but it is very tasteful and has a sense of the times in style. Cai Gen likes it deeply.
They are all nailed and riveted, without any impetuousness, and with a calmness that is not eager for quick success.
Could it be that he is from a scholarly family with a deep mansion? This old man is not like ordinary people, if you don't take into account his erratic character.
Following the old man's movement, Cai Gen didn't know where he was going.
The rooms in old-fashioned residential buildings are relatively cramped and small, unlike today's new buildings, which all have open rooms and are as spacious.
There is a small house on the left and a corridor on the right. Cai Gen feels that he has walked through four or five houses, including a kitchen, a bedroom, a study room, and even an incense hall.
Finally, the old man stopped in a small living room, which was connected to the balcony. There was no need to light a lamp, and the morning sunlight could shine in, making it very warm and bright.
The solid wood chairs and root-carved coffee tables all reveal their exquisiteness.
At this time, Cai Gen only had one puzzle in his heart.
Why are there so many houses?
Does this entire floor belong to his family?
He bought all the neighbors and then opened them up and turned them into a small maze?
With this money, wouldn't it be better to buy a bigger house?
Isn't this a waste of money?
"Uncle, how many rooms and halls are there in your house? I'm almost dizzy."
The old man sat on the chair, took out the cigarette dustpan on the coffee table, and started rolling cigarettes with cigarette paper.
"My house has nine bedrooms, three living rooms, three kitchens and three bathrooms.
I bought the other two houses in this unit and opened them up to make the living space more spacious.”
This chapter has been completed!