The morning light is beginning to rise, and the noise is getting thicker.
After a busy night, Fu Qian stretched out from behind the counter and looked at the business he had worked so hard on.
Shangjing deserves to be a top metropolis, and the people's spirit of constantly improving themselves is admirable.
During this period of time, there are still three or five customers enjoying the fragrance of books and trying their best to accept the influence of culture.
squeak--
Even as the door opened, an energetic young man who looked like a student continued to come in.
"Sorry everyone, our store is closed."
Unfortunately, what greeted him was another kind of influence called corporate culture.
Leaning on his seat, Fu Qian was obviously not targeting the young customer alone, but his eyes swept over all the men and women, and he roared lazily.
Most of the people who still visited the bookstore in the morning obviously had no resistance to this kind of corporate culture. After exchanging glances with some panic for a moment, they all responded to the call and walked out.
"Sorry, can I confirm your closing time? It's thirteen past seven in the morning."
However, not everyone is so cooperative, such as students who have not been abused by society.
The young man wearing glasses, after standing blankly at the door for nearly twenty seconds and seeing customers being chased away, finally mustered up the courage at a certain moment to move forward instead of retreating.
"It's really hard to imagine that this is a standard store closing period, so I have to suspect that it was targeted at me just now."
Even what he said sounded reasonable.
"If that's the case, I won't leave until I get what I want."
against?
Fu Qian raised his eyes and looked at this courageous young man. Under the bottle cap-like lenses, there were dark circles under the eyes from lack of sleep, but still resolute eyes.
"Don't worry, our store's business rules always treat everyone equally - for example, T-shirts and shorts are not allowed."
She exclaimed that it was great to be young, and Fu Qian shook his head.
"...Aren't you also wearing a T-shirt and shorts? Aren't you treating everyone equally?"
Obviously, he didn't expect that such a street store would have a dress code, but the young man reacted immediately after being stunned for a moment, gritting his teeth and using his spear to attack his shield.
And he was absolutely right.
Fu Qian followed his gaze and looked at the T-shirt with another pattern compared to when he was communicating with Ms. Sissi.
Yes, this was not the early morning of the next day, more than thirty hours had passed since that night meeting.
Fu Qian has also been working hard on his business here for more than a day, and even went back to change his clothes.
It's a pity that because I stayed here most of the time after that, I didn't have time to buy new clothes, so the customer discovered the flaw.
Of course, young people never know the dangers of the business world.
"You don't even have socks on-"
"And socks."
When the other party further emphasized his tone, he added a cold explanation before paying.
Young man, how could you ever think of arguing with the referee to win or lose?
…
Click!
In the breeze of dawn, the young man who finally slammed the door and left still lived up to his ambition and learned a valuable lesson in life in this early morning.
The happy time is also short-lived.
After politely watching the customers go away, the satisfied Fu Qian finally stood up and closed the door.
It was calm for more than a day, and there was not a single sign of a feather puppet.
It seems that as people who come out to hang out, everyone has a relatively thorough understanding of the point to point, and they have not continued to do some stupid things.
Of course, Chief Yuan will definitely not let down his guard easily, and Miss Wen naturally cultivates herself with peace of mind under the protection.
The final result is that until now, the bookstore has not received any special visitors, and everyone is busy on their own.
Even at the same time, the efforts on Greed Chong's side are in full swing, which is gratifying.
In view of this, as the mastermind behind the scenes, I must not slack off.
After returning to the second floor, Fu Qian moved his body and took off the messenger.
…
[Identity verification completed, today’s work begins]
[Warning, leakage accident]
[Name: Bitter Fruit, Number 1-011]
[Today’s work content has been updated, entering the containment scene of 1-011, and completing the re-containment]
Sure enough, a new week brings new atmosphere, and the first day is task numbered one.
The illusory image that appeared with the leak this time has to be said to be very abstract.
The dark, mist-like vortex swirls between the many black columns, and is so large that it even covers the table where I put my collection.
And a special sense of depression makes people feel that all of this seems to be immersed in an unreachable deep sea.
[Whether to consume 1 point of san value to start]
【yes】
Reviews are reviews, and there was no time wasted before payment.
[Entering 1-011 Containment Scene]
[The current san value is 99, the current inspiration is 99]
[Choose the skills and items you want to carry]
I have to say that the non-public loss of san value has been a bit high recently.
First, he met a senior in Xiyuan, and then he met a prison angel who specialized in "purifying evil" back in Shangjing, so much so that his figure had already fallen directly below the three-digit mark.
Fortunately, what is gratifying is that there is no limit on the task numbered one this time.
Although according to past experience, this generally does not mean that the difficulty will be low.
But the key point here is that there are still quite a lot of gains recently, and without restrictions, there will be opportunities for a little testing.
People always have to have eyes to see the beautiful side.
While comprehending life, select and confirm all familiar skills before paying, and bring all the items that are convenient for you to carry.
The only regret now is that the dress is not dignified enough. I hope the warehouse will be equipped with work clothes.
[…8%…13%…21%…34%…55%…89%…100%, the containment scene is loaded]
With great expectations for the future, the first task of this week officially begins.
[Trying to fit a collection of impulses and desires into a symbolic self-portrait is the source of all tragedies.
For the first time in your life, you give up using any words to describe the smell that enters your nose, and the pleasure it brings is like a thorough cleansing of dirt.
In the thrilling excitement, you finally have this realization in your mind.
And this perception, in turn, becomes an amplifier, helping the pleasure to continue to expand, even beyond the scope of words that can be described.
You begin to regret having realized this today, but you are also extremely glad that you are no longer like those ignorant people who continue to bury your head in the cage of your own making.
This feeling is so sweet that it can make people intoxicated forever. Anyone who interrupts it will commit an unforgivable felony——
Unfortunately, this new idea was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder]