Zhang Shiyi was not lucky enough to tolerate this beauty who was 175cm tall and 280cm in weight, so he ran away to the Chenjia Paper Making Shop.
"Eleven, you were chased by a dog. Don't be so anxious. I'm on the train in the middle of the night."
Looking at Zhang Shiyi who was sweating profusely and covered in dust, Zhi Zhachen felt a little guilty in his heart.
Is it really okay for me to join forces with Zhang Changliu to deceive such an honest young man? !
Why!
Zhang Changliu was Shiyi's master, so he was really worried about whether he could harm his own disciple.
Thinking of this, the guilt in Zhi Zha Chen's heart disappeared.
After briefly explaining the situation in the store to Zhang Shiyi, he threw down a card, turned around and left the store that had been in business for nearly fifty years.
He has lived with his father in this shop since he was born. Apart from going to school, he has been dealing with papermaking for half his life. Now that he is nearly fifty, he has no nostalgia at all, but seems extremely relaxed.
"Uncle, uncle, what do you mean?"
Looking at the card in his hand, Zhang Shiyi quickly chased after him.
"There is some money here. Find a day shift worker to help you. Don't work too hard!"
"You have to come back early. I don't know how to do this. If you don't make money, don't blame me~"
This was the first time he saw Zhi Zhachen walking with such ease, and even his waist, which had been bent for more than ten years, straightened up.
"Damn it, you won't be tricked by Master again, right?"
Zhang Shiyi always felt that something was not right, why should he interview workers and pay wages himself?
Zhang Shiyi returned to the market again and felt the warmth of home.
These old neighbors greeted him warmly one after another. After hearing the news, Uncle Mo even brought him a meal cooked by himself. Although this paper-making business is not very popular, it is better than setting up a stall to tell fortunes. Live better with money.
"Eleven, did you quit that security job?"
Uncle Mo used his connections for the first time for him, otherwise such a good job would never have gone to Zhang Shiyi, a minor.
"Hey, isn't this all the debt owed by my precious master~ I can't help it. The captain and I asked for leave to cover Uncle Chen's debt for a month."
Zhang Shiyi complained to Uncle Mo while putting food into his mouth.
"You kid, you are just too honest."
Uncle Mo stroked Zhang Shiyi's hair dotingly and watched him wolfing down the food he cooked. It was the joy of a father watching his son.
My biological son is far away, living a small life with his wife in his arms. In addition to coming back for the New Year and holidays, if he wants to see his son, he has to do it through video.
And every time someone is busy with work or life, the video call ends with just a few words.
Who says a father never misses his son? In the dead of night, Lao Mo also felt lonely.
"Eleven, how about you become my godson."
"ah?"
After hearing this, Zhang Shiyi almost choked, and quickly drank some water before calming down.
"Hey, what's wrong, old guy, you want to take advantage of me? Didn't you always let me call you brother~"
Eleven, who has been an orphan since he was a child, has actually regarded Uncle Mo as his father for a long time. Since his master's death, he has only relied on the other man's care to keep him from living on the streets.
But he didn't dare to recognize this godfather because the childhood nightmare had been lingering in his heart.
He was afraid that this kind old man would also suffer misfortune because of his unlucky fate, so he could only refuse the other party's kindness in the name of haha.
"Haha, tell me to look young, okay, I'm going to work. After you finish eating, remember to clean my lunch box~ Brat!"
Looking at the somewhat lonely back, Zhang Eleven also felt uncomfortable for a while.
"Brother Eleven, look what delicious food I brought you~"
A voice that was completely inconsistent with his figure interrupted Zhang Shiyi's thoughts.
Looking up, I saw a body as majestic as a mountain, blocking all the few sunlight.
The person who came was none other than Fat Aunt’s daughter, Wang Erya.
"Erya, why are you here? Does your mother know?"
Looking at the other person's longing eyes, Eleven was embarrassed to coax him to leave.
"Of course my mother knows. She made stewed pig's trotters for lunch today. I only ate eight and couldn't bear to eat them. Look, they're still hot~"
The good guy had only eaten eight. Zhang Shiyi looked at the pig's trotters that were bigger than his own arm and was secretly surprised at how big his stomach was!
Speaking of Erya, she is also a poor person. She had a disease since she was a child and had to rely on a hormone drug to treat it. As a result, the side effect of the hormone was that Erya's appetite became extremely large.
The more she eats, the more she grows, which makes her what she is now.
"Sister Erya, look at me. I'm full. I really can't eat anymore. Why don't you eliminate it for me?"
This big greasy pig's trotters exudes an alluring fragrance. No wonder everyone says that whoever becomes the fat aunt's son-in-law in the future will be really lucky, but Zhang Shiyi's belly really can't hold it.
"Try it, Brother Eleven, I specially reserved this for you."
Facing the reluctant Erya, Zhang Shiyi had no choice but to fight.
"Ah~ I'm so exhausted~ Thank you Fat Aunt for me, I really can't walk~"
Zhang Shiyi, who felt that his flesh was in his throat, did not dare to move at all and could only slump on the chair.
"Brother Eleven, you are so wasteful. These pig's trotters won't taste good if they get cold."
Looking at the three pig's trotters left in the lunch box, Erya couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
There were four of them in total, but Zhang Shiyi tried his best but could only eat one.
"Erya, why don't you eat it for me? I really can't eat it anymore."
Looking at Erya swallowing her saliva, people who didn't know better thought she hadn't eaten.
Erya hesitated for a long time, but finally defeated her heart and closed the lunch box tightly.
"Brother, I want to lose weight. I will definitely lose weight. I will ask my mother to make pig's trotters rice for you tonight."
It was obvious that Erya really made up her mind to control her mouth.
"Erya, you are actually pretty good-looking like this. Don't be anxious about losing weight and pay attention to your health."
Zhang Shiyi just said this casually, but in the end, Erya's "little" blushed and left the paper shop as if running away.
"Mom, Brother Eleven said I'm good-looking, he said I'm good-looking~~~~"
...
This paper-making business is unlike other businesses. First, there is no need to shout, and second, there is no need to hold activities. What is supposed to come will come naturally, and there is no such thing as haggling.
Today's business was ordinary, and the result was a total of three thousand yuan.
Good guy, this day’s income is almost as much as half of my monthly salary!
Why does Uncle Chen still want to give it to himself for such a profitable business?
