The material of the business card is the most common coated paper, with black characters on a white background and no lamination. This kind of business card is the cheapest. You can get it online for 20 yuan and 80 cents per thousand, um, free shipping.
However, you can actually design this kind of business card yourself and send the manuscript for printing. The business card He Ao uses now is this kind, but the layout is much better.
This schedule was designed for him by a little art girl he saved in high school. After designing this, he didn't ask the girl to treat him to dinner.
He Ao has always done things like this: debts must be collected and favors must be repaid.
However, the address 'No. 36, Tongzi Street, Anping District, Xidu City' seems a bit familiar.
He Ao took out his mobile phone and searched for this address.
Then he fell into a brief silence.
Because the detailed location displayed by the map software clearly marked, 'Xidu City Third Mental Hospital'.
He should have thought earlier that the Institute for Abnormal Humans is a mental hospital.
He originally thought this was some kind of extraordinary organization.
Well, if ordinary people are counted as normal humans, then extraordinary people seem to be abnormal human beings? Mental illness is also abnormal human beings? So extraordinary people are actually the same as mental illness?
I'm crazy and I'm getting stronger?
Zhuo, why does it feel so logical?
According to the basic routine, organizations with weirder names tend to be stronger, so He Ao put the business card away and entered Zhang Anxia's phone number into his mobile phone.
Set to key 2 for emergency call.
Key number 1 is Team Liu.
Generally, when He Ao encounters danger, his first reaction is to call the police and call Captain Liu, so a quick dial is very important.
Obeying the law is actually an exchange of equal value. He Ao gives up part of his freedom and power in exchange for the country's protection.
Since the obligation has been fulfilled, the power must be executed, so He Ao is very skillful in doing so.
Of course, Team Liu is reliable every time, and He Ao never bothers Team Liu when nothing happens.
Similarly, this is the reason why he did not pursue the young man. After calling the police, the responsibility for the matter has been transferred to the government, which has the obligation to arrest these vicious gangsters in order to maintain social order.
If he spends more time investigating and chasing, first of all, his stall will have no time to open, and he will lose an important source of income. Secondly, his studies will also be affected, and most importantly, this kind of situation that is not directly linked to
Even if a bad guy who offers a bounty acts bravely, it will be difficult for him to get money in the end, and the expected return is very low.
He has suffered losses.
Therefore, if you invest more energy in this matter later, it will continue to expand losses, and the profit expectations are very low, and the risk is very high.
Leave professional things to professionals, and he is just a student selling cold noodles.
There were no accidents in the following hours, but He Ao started to get busy because the workers on the afternoon shift got off work.
The factory works in three shifts. The night shift workers go to work at the same time as the lunch shift workers get off work. This is the last wave of people in He Ao tonight.
His cold noodles are not expensive and taste good, so they are very popular among nearby workers.
During this time, people are more tired and eat more. Large bowls sell much more than small bowls.
Working until midnight, He Ao cleaned up his stall and rode his tricycle back home slowly.
It's not that there is no business after midnight, it's just that there isn't that much business, and most of the time He Ao has to go to school the next day, so he has basically developed the habit of closing the stall at midnight.
The nearby workers also know the closing time of Heao's stall, so they will not come here again after midnight.
"Xiao Ao, are you back?"
The noodle stall downstairs in the community still had lights on. It was a white-haired man. The incandescent lamp hanging on the pole illuminated the boy's path in the night.
Steaming steam came out of the boiling noodle soup pot, reflecting the old man's kind face.
Ever since He Ao began to remember, Grandpa Fang has always had this old face, but now he is even older.
"Hmm," He Ao pushed the food cart downstairs and locked it, cleaned up the unused ingredients, then took out his mobile phone, scanned the old man's payment code, and transferred 350 yuan to it, "Grandpa Fang
, the money for today’s cold noodles and cold skin has been transferred.”
He Ao has to go to school most of the day and has no time to process ingredients, so his cold noodles and cold skin are basically bought and processed from Grandpa Fang.
Grandpa Fang's noodles are all wet noodles, and they are well processed and have a chewy texture. This kind of noodles is most suitable for making cold noodles, but the shelf life is not long.
At first, Grandpa Fang didn't intend to charge money, but he couldn't resist He Ao, and in the end He Ao gave him almost 1.5 times the market price.
He Ao is not doing charity. Every money he spends is carefully calculated. But when he was very young, when he could not afford to eat, Grandpa Fang would lose to him every day in chess, and the bet was a bowl.
noodle.
He remembers everyone's kindness to him.
"Good boy, go back to sleep quickly, you have to go to class tomorrow."
Grandpa Fang warned with a smile while stirring the noodle soup with chopsticks.
"Grandpa Fang, there will be no classes tomorrow, Saturday."
He Ao locked all the cabinets and clapped his hands in response.
"Aren't you going to have classes on Saturday? Don't you have any make-up classes on Saturday?"
Grandpa Fang was obviously confused.
"I'm in college, so I won't take extra classes."
He Ao knew that Grandpa Fang's ears were not very good, so he came closer and said loudly, "Grandpa Fang, I'm going back."
"Okay~"
Grandpa Fang responded, watching He Ao disappear into the corridor, and then continued to stir the noodle soup with his head down, "Grow up, it's good to grow up."
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In cities where night falls, lights often illuminate the whole night, and countless people rejoice under the shining neon lights until dawn.
He Ao didn't sleep that night either.
He studied the little book all night.
But the pictures in the book only show how to guide energy to travel in the body, but the key to the problem is that he has no energy in his body now!
This is like a cookbook that teaches people how to make fragrant rice from rice, how much rice to put in, how much water to add, how long to cook, and when to cook over high heat and when to simmer over low heat.
The instructions are very detailed and the rice is predictably delicious.
So here’s the question?
Where is rice!?
Where is my rice?
I don’t have any rice!
After struggling in vain all night, He Ao realized that Zhu Guo's time was just an accident. If he wanted to truly practice this thing, he probably needed to find a translator to translate the text in the small book and understand how to generate energy.
Just fine.
People, sometimes you still can't be too confident.
He Ao stretched and walked to the balcony step by step.
At this moment, the sun was rising, and the rays of morning light shone on the gray earth and on He Ao's cheeks.
The morning air is the freshest time of the day, and He Ao took a deep breath.
At this moment, a shallow energy appeared in his chest.
