We have a cashier, so we are going to remove the stall and move the table and the stool. Xiaohui takes Xiaolu behind the counter to teach her how to use the scanner.

At this time, a man walked into the door and wore a vest that was neither yellow nor brown. He was not tall and his buzz cut was a little messy because he had not been trimmed for a long time. He was about thirty years old and hissed as soon as he entered the door, asking, "Is it yours you who are calling me?"

I said, "Sorry, I'm already full."

"Oh." He said: "Is there really no need for people? No matter what I do, I have very low treatment requirements."

I thought about it and said to Xiaohui: "Don't we still need a choreographer?"

Xiaohui looked at him and said, "It seems that you need this job very much?"

The man leaned on the door and said weakly, "Yes."

Xiaohui said: "We don't want to take advantage of others' danger. You should tell us your request."

"…800 yuan a month, find me a place to live."

“Can you just stay in a hotel?”

"……Can."

Xiaohui wanted to say something else, but the man suddenly said first: "I only have one condition: don't ask me any questions, don't ask who I am, where I came from, and where I went..."

Apo said: "We don't care where you come from, but we must know where you are going - where do you want to move all our goods away? "

The man's face turned angry, but he quickly calmed down and took out an ID card and handed it to Apo. He seemed to have some document taken out together, but he immediately took it back alertly.

Apo took his ID card and looked at it, saying, "Wang Cheng, from Sichuan?"

Wang Cheng smiled sarcastically: "Do you know that this is enough?"

Apo stared at him hesitantly for a long time, always feeling uneasy, and finally asked: "You are not a fugitive, are you?" Only he could ask such heartless questions.

Wang Cheng couldn't stand it anymore. He suddenly shouted: "You are insulting a soldier now!" Speaking of this, Wang Cheng subconsciously stood up straight, his toes at a 60-degree angle, his legs were tight, his arms were naturally drooping, and his middle fingers pressed against the seams of his pants, and he stood at an extremely standard attentive position.

Only then did we realize that the vest he was wearing, which was invisible to see, was exactly the kind he wore during military training.

Apo was startled and quickly returned the ID to Wang Cheng, and said with apologies: "Don't be too worried, I'm just kidding, are you really a soldier?"

Wang Cheng withdrew his military posture and said a little frustrated: "You can also say that I am not, I am not a normal discharge, but - my former army number and military numbers are still top secret. I will not tell you, so please respect me and don't ask too much."

Apo and Xiaohui muttered, "How about it? Or try it for a while. At worst, you can lose some goods. It's hard to find something cheaper than him."

Wushuang laughed in a low voice: "And it seems that he is still a soldier with a story."

I said to Wang Cheng: "We have used you. Your task is to clean up every day and be responsible for handling when purchasing goods. Since you live in the store, you will also leave the work for the night to you."

Wang Zhizheng repeated loudly: "My task is to clean up! Move! Next night! I understand!"

I quickly waved my hand: "Don't speak so loudly in the future."

Wang Cheng shouted solemnly: "I'm sorry I'm used to it, but I will change it!"

I introduced a few of us to Wang Cheng, then pulled him to Xiao Lu and said, "You will be colleagues in the future. I wish you a happy time."

Wang Cheng grabbed Xiao Lu's hand and shook it, "We will be comrades in the future!"

Xiaolu was perfunctory in her mouth, and her eyes were staring at Wushuang, who showed a charming smile at her: "Do it well."

Xiaolu nodded vigorously and her eyes continued to dazed.

I kicked behind Wushuang and said, "Get out, please don't come here in the future, especially when Xiao Lu is looking for money!"

Xiaohui said to Wang Cheng: "I'll contact the purchaser now and take you to buy daily necessities in the afternoon."

Wang Cheng immediately straightened his body and said a little hard to say: "Don't be anxious, can you... take me to dinner first?"

I pointed to the small steak across the street and said, "Go there and eat whatever you want, just say I'll keep it in my account. I'll treat you to this meal."

Wushuang went to see Xiaohui, and Xiaolu went to familiarize herself with the placement of goods on each row of shelves. Apo and I looked across. Seeing Wang Cheng asking for a bowl of noodles, we sucked it into our stomach in a few bites, and then shook the empty bowl at the boss and shouted: "Renew the bowl!"

Apo smiled and said, "I heard that coffee can be refilled in some places, but I haven't heard of the small plate of ramen that can be refilled in bowls."

The small barricade is a small restaurant on our street. The place is not big, with only four or five tables. There are only fat bosses on the inside and outside. He is both the boss, the chef and the guy, and only his wife comes to help occasionally.

The fat boss is dull and doesn't like to chat with others. He always has a stern face. The four of us basically make a decision every day. It's not that we are really good at cooking, but because the fat man is really good at cooking. I won't talk about it. Xiaohui and Wushuang, who specifically require quality of life, can't find any problems. Although the fat man is greasy, the things he makes are indescribable and lively, which tightly tied our stomachs.

Wang Cheng seemed to be enjoying himself now, and he kept calling him "Suanwan". The fat man ignored him and looked at me. Seeing me nodding, he then took another bowl of noodles for Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng rolled the noodles into a small pile with chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth, poured the soup into his neck, and then held the empty bowl and shouted: "Continue the bowl!"

...When Wang Cheng continued to the fourth bowl, Apo said to me, "Do you think this kid looks like a soldier?"

"No," I said, "I am definitely a special force, and it's a very special kind! I don't eat for three days and eat for three days."

"...Is there any such army besides deserters now?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't know, maybe he is a sniper. He often needs to hang out in one place for three days in order to complete the task."

"It's easy to solve the problem of eating, what should I do if I urinate or defecate?"

I scratched my head and said, "Compared with the task, such a small thing can be done in my pants, right?"

Apo made a chill: "I would rather be a sniper target than a sniper!"

After Wang Cheng finished the sixth bowl of noodles, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and walked back, nodded at us and said, "Thank you, I'm full, I'll ask me to do my job." After that, he sat on the steps at the supermarket door and hugged his legs and basked the sun, with an indescribable loneliness on his face.

Apo curiously leaned over and squatted down, and said a little flatteringly: "Brother, what kind of troops do you really can't tell me about before?"

Wang Cheng glanced at him, looked elsewhere coldly and said, "You better not know, this is not good for you!"

Apo curled his lips and stood up and left him, whispering: "Belief!"

...

Although there was no firecrackers, the newly opened supermarket was a big deal in Wangfu Street. Many residents came to congratulate me. I gave me a severe discount on what I bought and those who took care of the children gave them lollipops. It was really a lively afternoon.

As the person gradually dissipated, a big bald head swayed across the street, wearing a pure cotton vest with two stubbles, with strong muscles and a tattoo on his left arm, but there was a vest that blocked the traces of something that could not be seen clearly.

The man was about thirty years old, fat and strong, with big and round eyes, and with a layer of evil spirit, he walked straight to me, raised his chin and asked, "You can open this supermarket?"

I've never seen this person before. I respect him a little bit of banditry and said with a smile: "Yes."

The man nodded expressionlessly, turned around and pointed and said, "I opened the 'Four Friends' Mahjong Hall, and I will go and play in the future if I have time."

When I looked across, I saw the place he was talking about. There was a vague sound of mahjong inside. I remembered that the storefront has been closed since I was the director of the neighborhood committee. Today is the first time I saw it open for business. I didn’t expect it to be a mahjong hall.

The man smiled sarcastically and said, "Oh, we have to call the Elderly Activity Center to the outside world, right? Director He?"

I said, "Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Just let it go!" the man said indifferently: "The fight knocked off one of the people's ears and sat in for half a year."

Seeing that I stopped talking, the man said sternly: "There is nothing else. You are the neighbors. I'll come and say hello. I'll play with you. If you have any trouble in the future, you can support me. Since I'm out, this flag is still there. Did we do it before?" As he said that, he twisted his shoulders back and forth, intending to let me see his tattoo.

I really took a look and saw an animal with fancy tattoos on it, with short ears and mouths, and her eyes were black and very lively. Four slender claws were growing on her chubby body, and a fox tail was dragged behind it...

I looked at it for a long time but couldn't see what animal it was. I didn't want to offend him rashly, so I had to stammer: "You are..."

The man suddenly felt embarrassed and said, "I originally wanted to tattoo a wolf at first, but my mouth was shorter, but later I wanted to change it to a fox, and my claws were long. Later, I said I would change it to a mountain leopard, and my belly was bigger..."

The craftsmanship of tattooing him is a bit rough. I guess he has been a beauty editor for "Miscellaneous Talks and Theory" before he didn't have a tattoo.

The man finally said: "Later everyone said that this thing looked like a civet, so they called me a civet."

I said why does it look so familiar! There is always this thing on the poster of SARS at that time!

The expression of the civet changed and he said solemnly: "My name is Gaoshan, just call me Brother Shan in the future."

Apo said coldly: "Who are you?" I quickly waved my hand at him.

The civet glanced at Apo and saw that he was the same as me. He also said in a bad tone: "I am a civet man who can't fall down the flag, and you may not be able to use me." He said that, and waved at me, "I'll go over, let your brother be careful in the future." He said and left.

Apo looked at me with a gaze and said, "Can I beat him up?"

I shook my head slightly, and I think the civet may not be malicious this time. Of course, there is a seven-point alliance with three points to establish authority. According to what he said - the people of Jianghu.

At this time, Wang Cheng, who had been sitting on the steps basking in the sun, suddenly said lightly: "Don't worry, if he wants to find trouble, I will help you deal with him." This scared Apo and I - why didn't we cough before speaking?

...

In the evening, Aunt Meng came along the sunset, and I ran into the supermarket and brought out half a box of soy sauce to put it in the old lady's arms and said, "I'm just waiting for you."

Aunt Meng hurriedly said, "Yoyo, how can I want so much?"

"This is for you. Anyway, this thing cannot be broken, so you can eat it slowly."

Aunt Meng held the box and said embarrassedly: "What are you saying? This is not a good impact..."

I smiled and said, "If you shirk two bags of soy sauce again, it will be bureaucracy."

Aunt Meng accepted it, and I took Xiaolu out and said, "This is Aunt Meng. In the future, whenever she buys things, she will be based on the purchase price."

Xiaolu said timidly: "I understand."

Aunt Meng smiled and said, "This girl is so handsome, she looks like a good daughter."

I pulled Aunt Meng aside and said with a favor: "Then you have to do her a favor. This girl has no place to live yet. Don't you still have a small bungalow..."

Aunt Meng said readily: "Okay, just live there. All the appliances at home are ready, and you can pay for the water and electricity by yourself. Since Director Xiao He is speaking, you can pay 100 yuan a month."

The old lady is a thief, she rented it for 80 months.

But I can't say anything. If Xiaolu wants to avoid being bullied, renting Aunt Meng's house is a shortcut.
To be continued...