In front of a second-hand electronics store, packaging boxes stand out.
There are also express trucks parked, and a courier guy wearing blue and white overalls is loading packaging boxes into the car.
Zhou Yan noticed that sitting on a stool in front of the shop was a young man with messy clothes and hair, and a beard that looked like he hadn't groomed it in months.
Zhou Yan walked up to the young man and asked, "Senior Zhong, are you moving?"
"It's your kid." Zhong Ming saw that it was Zhou Yan, a guy who had bought a second-hand computer from his store.
Zhou Yan nodded. Seeing that the store was empty, he asked, "What's going on?"
"If you can't stay any longer, just leave naturally." Zhong Ming said casually.
Zhou Yan remembered that in his previous life, Zhong Ming's shop was open until his junior year in college, but this situation did not exist now.
Zhong Ming was the president of the literary club in 2007, which is why Zhou Yan knew Zhong Ming before. Even when Zhou Yan bought a second-hand computer in his previous life, he was recommended by the director of the club and took care of the business of the old man in the literary club. Naturally, he became familiar with it, and sometimes Zhong Ming would come over for dinner in the company, and even pay for everyone to have a good meal with his own money.
But he didn't expect that Zhong Ming would choose to leave two years early.
Zhou Yan: "Can't we continue to operate?"
"Not really." Zhong Ming shook his head, "I just feel that I have stayed here long enough and there is no need to stay any longer."
Zhou Yan pointed to the shop that was almost empty and asked, "What about the shop?"
Zhong Ming smiled: "I rented it anyway, so it has nothing to do with me if I leave."
Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Why don't you transfer it to me."
"Transfer it to you?" Zhong Ming was stunned, "You must be a new student, what do you want this store for?"
Zhou Yan nodded: "Do some small business."
"I thought your boy was coming to take over." Zhong Ming cursed with a smile.
Zhou Yan: "Isn't this just in time?"
Zhong Ming took a deep look at Zhou Yan, patted his butt and stood up: "That's okay. The rent is due in three months. I thought about it and couldn't waste it. If you are willing to take over, we can sign a transfer contract."
Zhou Yan nodded: "Of course I do."
"Come with me."
Zhou Yan knew that his first shop in the commercial street was about to be secured. Although he didn’t know why Zhong Ming left early, it was better to give him an advantage than to give others the advantage. Shops in commercial streets were more difficult to acquire, and the previous tenant acted as a middleman. Nature couldn't be better.
After sending a message to Xing Xuan that he might arrive later, Zhou Yan followed Zhong Ming to the back room.
Zhong Ming handed the rental transfer contract to Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan signed his name.
After making some handovers, Zhong Ming looked at Zhou Yan and said: "The basic situation is like this. The rent is due in two months. You just pay me half. It is equivalent to me subletting it to you directly. Everything after that is just You can coordinate with the people in the logistics office, and as long as you can afford the rent, they won't make it too difficult for you."
Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Senior, are you leaving in such a hurry?"
Zhong Ming was stunned.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye to your brothers from the literary club?" Zhou Yan asked.
Zhong Ming was startled: "Are you from the literary club?"
Zhou Yan nodded: "That's right. My minister recommended you to me, senior, otherwise I wouldn't buy a computer from you."
There was one more thing he didn't say, that this happened in a previous life.
Zhong Ming glanced at Zhou Yan with complicated eyes, then suddenly smiled and punched Zhou Yan in the chest: "You damn thing, you didn't tell me earlier."
"Didn't the senior ask?" Zhou Yan said with a smile.
Zhong Ming: "Since we are all from the literary club, the rent will be waived. From now on, we just need to go through the procedures with the school to rent a house."
Zhou Yan wanted to speak, but Zhong Ming waved his hand directly: "That's it. Anyway, if no one rents it, I dare to leave it for three months. I might as well transfer it to you directly, my junior."
Zhong Ming punched Zhou Yan in the chest again and cursed with a smile: "You got a good deal."
"Then thank you, senior." Zhou Yan nodded.
"Work hard in the future and don't end up like a failure like me." Zhong Ming waved his hand.
"Senior is out of love?" Zhou Yan looked at Zhong Ming and guessed that this was the only possibility.
"That's right." Zhong Ming didn't want to say more.
Zhou Yanxin said that in his previous life, Zhong Ming also left school because of a broken relationship, but in this life, it was earlier.
But there are too many uncertainties in love.
"By the way, here's the key for you." Zhong Ming took out a battery car key from his keychain and handed it to Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan: "Senior, what is this?"
"I can't take the battery car with me anyway, so I'll give it to you and park it at the back door."
Zhong Ming put the key in Zhou Yan's hand: "Take it."
"Thank you." Zhou Yan nodded.
Zhong Ming waved his hand: "It's okay, but don't tell the people in the literary club that I'm leaving."
Zhou Yan: "Don't you let everyone give you a gift?"
Zhong Ming smiled: "No need, why are you shedding so many tears? It's almost done outside, and it's time for me to leave."
Zhou Yan was silent and finally said seriously: "Goodbye, Senior Zhong Ming."
Zhong Ming nodded: "Goodbye, junior Zhou Yan."
"It's quite nice to have you, a member of the literary club, as a gift to me." Zhong Ming smiled, but the sadness in his eyes couldn't go away.
Zhou Yan didn't say anything else.
Farewell is always just a matter of words.
...
At the school gate, Zhong Ming watched Zhou Yan leave on a battery, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.
No one wants to leave in a ridiculous way, including him.
Zhong Ming picked up the phone and made a call.
"Hey, Zhong Ming, didn't I tell you not to pester me anymore?" An impatient female voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Xiaozhu, I'm going home." Zhong Ming said.
"Go home?" The woman on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned.
Zhong Ming: "Well, actually I received that offer a long time ago, and I originally wanted to tell you on your birthday."
"But now that you have a good home, I can leave with peace of mind."
Zhong Ming said softly and put down his phone.
"Zhong Ming, is this an offer from Ali? Speak and explain clearly." A woman's anxious voice came from the phone, but the next second, the woman's voice stopped suddenly and the phone was hung up.
"It's better to see clearly sooner."
Zhong Ming suddenly felt a little relieved. He looked at the school gate, the green avenue next to him, and the playground, and smiled: "I should have left long ago."
It seems like something is missing.
Zhong Ming shook his head and was about to leave.
"You idiot, if you don't tell us old guys if you want to leave, are you looking down on us?"
Zhong Ming paused, turned around, and saw an electric tricycle filled with five or six people, both men and women.
Zhong Ming: "Why are you here?"
One of them cursed: "If a junior student hadn't reminded us, we wouldn't have known you were going to sneak away. You're not a brother enough."
Zhong Ming was stunned. Is it that Zhou Yan?
"Don't leave in a hurry, let's have a good meal first." The person who spoke directly hugged Zhong Ming, and a group of people also jumped out of the car.
Another person scolded: "President, you didn't even tell us if you wanted to leave. It's really unjust."
Zhong Ming smiled slightly and muttered in his heart: Thank you, Zhou Yan.
Not far away, Zhou Yan looked at the figures at the school gate and said to himself: "It's not me who betrayed you."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
