The request of the Spirit Son Mother to cut her nails is not excessive and is considered reasonable.
Cai Gen found a nail clipper from his tool bag and wanted to say hello.
But when Cai Gen saw the outstretched fingernails of Lingzi Mother, he felt like he had been fooled.
How many years have these long black nails not been trimmed?
I really didn't pay attention before, Lingzi mother never showed her fingernails, they were all covered by the sleeves of her clothes, but today this is considered an experience.
The five fingers are like five sabers tied to them. If you are begging for food and fighting over territory, just scratching them will definitely not be as simple as a face full of flowers. It will not work even if you directly disfigure your face and skin grafts.
"Lingma, when was the last time your nails were trimmed?"
Mother Lingzi was not embarrassed, nor did she think there was anything special about her nails.
"I grind it every day, but the ground is not strong and I can't grind it much."
grind?
Grind on the ground?
Cai Gen subconsciously looked at the feet where Mother Lingzi was standing. There were indeed regular geometric figures on the square tiles on the cement cover.
Could it be that she made these with her fingernails?
Aren’t they the original ones from the original factory when the bricks were made?
Looking at the floor tiles in other places, Cai Gen confirmed that they were indeed not original tiles.
Forget it, it's not in line with the service concept of Shared Children to ask all kinds of questions for such a small request.
He took the nail clippers and started cutting. However, the toughness of the nails once again refreshed Cai Gen's understanding. Is this a piece of iron?
Even if it is an iron piece, if I use such force, it will leave a white mark.
After several efforts, the nail clipper broke but the nail was intact.
Mother Ling Zi didn't speak. She just watched Cai Gen working with a smile on her face, not knowing what she was thinking.
But this smile was a bit embarrassing in Cai Gen's eyes.
It's like saying, if you can't even cut your nails, you are nothing.
Thinking of the deep scratches on the floor tiles, it's probably impossible to deal with the nails without using an electric saw and angle grinder.
Cai Gen was furious and pulled out the bone-cutting knife from behind.
"Lingma, something is not going well with my guy, your nails are a bit stubborn.
I can only deal with it, please be careful and don't get hurt."
The two brothers on the ground looked at Cai Gen as if they were fools. They thought to themselves, you are using all your swords for nothing, and you are still ineffective. Isn't that nonsense?
As soon as the bone-cutting knife came out, Ling Zimu's feeling was very sensitive, as if what Cai Gen was holding was not a knife, but a mountain of corpses, and bloodthirsty energy came towards her.
"Wait a minute, Boss Cai, your knife is pretty good.
Using him to cut off his nails is a waste of talent and an insult to him, right?"
It's you who wants to cut your nails. I'm trying to figure out a way for you. I'm still chattering to you. Cai Gen is holding the knife and is a little confused.
"Lingma, what do you say? You are a customer and if you have requirements, I must satisfy them. This is our service concept.
Moreover, your request is so reasonable and unobtrusive, how can I refuse?
If I can't figure this out today, why would I have the nerve to ask for your money?"
These few words were said so confidently that even Ling Zi and his mother didn't know what to say.
I originally cut my nails just to tease Cai Gen and enjoy being served by Cai Gen, but I didn't expect him to be so serious.
He wanted to say something else, but seeing that Cai Gen was not satisfied with just holding the bone-cutting knife, he looked around and saw no one around, and suddenly shouted loudly.
"Butcher's knife, wake up and get to work. Cut off your nails for me."
The butcher's knife was very impressive to Cai Gen, and it instantly turned into the second stage, with a faint evil aura surrounding the almost two-meter-long blade.
There is no doubt that if you cut off any nail or not, your hand will be gone.
Although cutting off a hand will help Lingzimu's future business development, and selling it miserably when begging for food can win more sympathy, Lingzimu doesn't want to change the skin yet. This pair has been used for decades.
, I’m used to it, and it’s always inconvenient to have one hand missing.
Before Mother Lingzi could stop them, the two brothers on the ground started to move first and stood in front of Mother Lingzi in a dazed manner, determined to live and die with their nails.
"Cai Gen, if you dare to step forward, I will fight with you."
"Cai Gen, please put the knife back quickly and I will forgive you."
The current scene is a bit unsightly. Cai Gen wields a big knife and deals with three old, weak, sick and disabled people begging, and some people think they are robbing them.
"You two get up, how can he still hack me to death? Why are you pretending? Go away.
Cai Gen, forget about cutting your nails, I think it’s good to keep them on the floor to relieve boredom, otherwise, forget it.”
The needs of customers must be respected. Whatever you say, forget it.
Cai Gen withdrew his bone-cutting knife. He had been strengthened by the momentum of the butcher's knife, and now he had the confidence to speak.
"What other needs do you have? I will try my best to meet them. Who wants you to be a customer?"
Mother Lingzi pushed away the two brothers standing in front of her, clicking her lips, which was a bit boring.
"How about that's it for today? I'll also think about what I need and talk about it next time."
"Okay, as long as you are happy, then I will go back today and come back next week. When is it convenient for you?"
Before Mother Lingzi could think about it, Cai Gen's cell phone rang.
I took out the phone and saw that it was Tong Aiguo.
It hasn't been long since you came out. Did you forget to bring something?
Or is it that the old man regrets it and wants a refund?
Cai Gen's usual way of thinking was to think of the worst of things, and he didn't want to continue writing about Ling Zimu.
"Lingma, I'll leave first. If you need anything, call me. We also have 24-hour emergency services."
Without waiting for Ling Zi's mother to answer, Cai Gen pushed the car some distance away and answered the phone.
"Uncle Tong, what's wrong with you?"
A voice rang on the phone, it was still Tong Aiguo, but he looked very weak and helpless.
"Did you come to my house just now?
Why am I short of 1,200 yuan?
Did you take it?"
this
Cai Gen didn't expect that this old man could be so confused.
Intermittent amnesia?
"Uncle Tong, take a look again. I wrote the receipt. You paid half a year's service fee for shared children, a total of 1,200 yuan.
By the way, there is also an agreement, please look for it."
"What kind of service is it? One thousand and two dollars a year. Isn't this a lot of money?"
Okay, I understand, just hang up."
Cai Gen didn't care about the taboo of hanging up first or hanging up last, so he hung up the phone smoothly.
As long as there is no refund, things will be slow.
But what are you talking about? They are two completely different people. Who can bear to play this trick all the time?
At this time, Cai Gen felt that the customer could already prick his hand and bleed, which was painful.
When we returned to the store, there was no one there, only Xiao Sun and Xiao Er were there. Looking at Cai Gen, he felt a little uneasy and knew that things were not going well.
I quickly made a cup of tea for Cai Gen and gathered around him to prevent him from making a bad start and doing something drastic.
Cai Gen drank water, lit a cigarette, calmed down his emotions, and then spoke.
"Are you two afraid that I will run away?
What are you doing around me?"
This chapter has been completed!