…
The next day, morning.
Perhaps because he experienced a life-and-death horror yesterday, Zhang Xiaoman slept very deeply.
There were no nightmares or alarm clocks. Zhang Xiaoman fell asleep and woke up naturally just like any other day off.
I turned on my phone and looked at the time. It was already past 10 o'clock. I slept for almost ten hours. Now I am full of energy and refreshed.
Zhang Xiaoman looked at his phone, and sure enough, there were a bunch of missed calls and messages.
Zhang Xiaoman casually replied to a text message from his boss, and Zhang Xiaoman blocked him decisively. He had long wanted to do this for such a Mediterranean who kept wearing small shoes for himself.
Opening the chat group where he sent the last message yesterday, Zhang Xiaoman wanted to see if his message had any effect - although he himself knew that the hope was slim.
Sure enough, when he saw the reply message in the group chat, Zhang Xiaoman almost made them angry.
Xiaoyou: "Zhang Xiaoman, you are getting more and more courageous, so you are not afraid of Lao Ma trying to trick you."
Xiaowei: "Brother Xiaoman, I know that the corridor is not clean. Who told the property cleaning staff to be too lazy? But you don't have to say it at night!"
Xiaoxian: "Brother Man, what kind of dirty thing did you encounter yesterday? Was it a banana peel or an apple core? If you walk alone, will you increase the chance of stepping on it?"
Xiaobu: "Hahaha! I'm laughing so hard. No, no, no, I want to make Brother Xiaoman's classic sayings into a JPG."
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Xiaoman saw a screenshot below the chat record. It was the corridor of the company. Someone had placed a garbage bag in the middle, and the sentence he had posted before was inserted below the picture. ——"There are dirty things in the corridor..."
"What a bunch of rainbow snakeskin candies!"
Zhang Xiaoman now had black lines all over his forehead. He wanted to rush to the company immediately and give these guys an iron fist of fatherly love. Unexpectedly, his sincerity was turned into a JPG.
Somewhat depressed, he closed the chat group, and Zhang Xiaoman dialed Brother Haohan again. He wanted to confirm whether this guy took his reminder to heart.
…
Soon, the call ended. After all, the good man was at work and it was not convenient to chat.
However, Zhang Xiaoman did get some comforting news this time - in the morning, the elevator in the office building was finally repaired.
"call……"
Zhang Xiaoman breathed a long sigh of relief. The reason why he was so concerned about the problems of the company building was not only because he had Brother Haohan as a friend, but also because he was afraid that his secret would be discovered.
He knew that there was indeed such a strange existence in the company that he could not understand.
And if someone is killed as a result, police intervention will be inevitable.
In addition, he was in a panic when using the hearthstone yesterday, and he didn't know if he was caught by the camera. If the scene of him disappearing out of thin air was really discovered by someone, the consequences would be unimaginable.
After getting up with a heavy heart, he washed up and took his dog out for a spin. Zhang Xiaoman looked at the time on his watch and saw that it was already noon.
My mother went to work early this morning. Although she is now the mother of a man who owns the system, she did not quit her job immediately. In her words, she cannot lose her job until the system makes money. .
In this regard, Zhang Xiaoman could only sigh helplessly.
It's not like he hasn't thought about using Hearthstone to make money.
However, after a long night of hard thinking, he found to his extreme frustration that his hearthstone did not seem to have the ability in this regard.
Of course, this is based on sound circumstances.
If he really wants to make profits by any means necessary, there are many ways.
But Zhang Xiaoman didn't think that was necessary.
On the one hand, in addition to the reasons for his own mentality, on the other hand, he now has a system, and there is no need to risk exposure and do bad things just for the sake of temporary gains.
Sighing, Zhang Xiaoman looked at the little remaining balance in his wallet, decisively gave up the idea of ordering takeout at noon, and decided to find a place to eat.
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Qionghua City, Old Town.
Zhang Xiaoman rode his somewhat old battery car through the noisy and bustling alleys. He turned past a grocery store with candied haws skewers, parked the car, and walked into a store with a dilapidated mahogany door. Small yard.
The yard is not big, but it is kept neatly. There are flowers, a well, and a bare little peach tree.
Under the peach tree, a lean old man in his seventies was leaning on a lounge chair.
In front of him was a small wooden table with a few stacks of side dishes on it, and a bottle of white wine with no visible trademark on the side.
The old man held his chopsticks between his hands and took a sip of wine from time to time. He looked very happy.
"Woof woof woof!!"
In the yard, a big black dog ran out from the shadows under the eaves and barked at the visitor.
"Go, go, let's play."
Zhang Xiaoman waved at him, then looked at the old man shaking his legs, and said with a smile:
"Master Liu, are you eating? How about we come together?"
The old man half-squinted his eyes, tilted his head, and squinted at the visitor: "It's you brat who comes here to eat and drink again. You go and go. Didn't you see that even Xiaotian doesn't welcome you?"
Zhang Xiaoman ran over shamelessly, then moved a small stool to the other side of the table, and said with a smile: "Sixth Master, what are you talking about? You are my Sixth Grandpa, I can't come to see you yet." Is it over?"
As he spoke, he poured a small bag of peanuts into a small plate on the table, then took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, reached out to pick up two dishes, and stuffed them into his mouth.
"Fragrant! Mr. Liu, your craftsmanship is still so amazing!"
But Mr. Liu rolled his eyes and cursed: "You little heartless boy, you only bring such a small bag of peanuts every time you come here. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for the old goose you bought when I'm in the coffin!"
As he spoke, he stretched his arms and sat up, picked up a peanut from a small plate, and ate it with a glass of wine.
"Tell me, what do you want to do this time?"
Zhang Xiaoman smiled, filled a glass of wine for him, and said, "I'd like to borrow your cart."
"Borrow a cart?"
Immediately, Zhang Xiaoman told him his recent plans.
Because he quit his job, Zhang Xiaoman had no source of income, and the system didn't know when it would be able to help. He had no choice but to find something to do first.
Of course, it was impossible to tell Mr. Liu about the system. Zhang Xiaoman just explained an idea he had always had.
"You want to sell sushi!? No, no!" Grandpa Six waved his hands after hearing this, "This is my guy, how can I lend it to you to cause trouble!"
Zhang Xiaoman asked strangely: "Aren't you going to wash your hands in a golden basin and stop doing this fortune-telling business?"
Grandpa Six paused for a moment, then said: "That's not possible. This cart has been with me for half my life. It is my son. How can I lend you my son? I won't lend it to you!"
"Master Liu, you are wrong! Precisely because he is your son, you cannot let this pearl get covered in dust!" Zhang Xiaoman said earnestly.
"You push... oh no, lend me your son, and I will put him in new clothes later, and then continue to take him to the battlefield and gallop around. You can always gain a reputation as a beautiful adult, can't you? "
"..."
"Besides, horses with thousands of miles of horses often exist, but bole do not always exist. Your son and I are destined to be together. Do you have the heart to let him spend the rest of his life in this small yard?"
"..."
"Furthermore, Brother Che and I hit it off right away. We have a jade horse and a golden saddle. I wish we could marry Jinlan right away. As the saying goes, I would rather tear down ten..."
"Okay, okay! Stop it!" Grandpa Six hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt him, "I'll just lend it to you. Stop talking. I'm afraid if you keep talking, I'm going to marry him tomorrow. I can't I don’t want to kiss you again and again.”
Zhang Xiaoman chuckled. Seeing that his goal was achieved, he didn't say much nonsense. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
"Hey, I said, you kid, I haven't seen you for a while, so why are you so good at talking? You actually made me tired of hearing it." Grandpa Six said while sipping his wine.
Zhang Xiaoman threw a chicken bone to Dahei aside and said nonchalantly: "Isn't this our family's genes? It's inherited."
Grandpa Six didn't ask any more questions and started eating peanuts while shaking his head.
