Chapter 12: I don't want to stay up late anymore

"By the way, do you smoke?" The middle-aged boss took out a pack of cigarettes, opened one and handed it to Lu Dongchen, the smile on his face became more and more enthusiastic.

"Don't smoke!"

"Hey, your daughter is so beautiful, it's really one in a hundred......"

The middle-aged boss hammered the east and pulled the west, which made Lu Dongchen a little dizzy: "Boss, what's the matter, didn't I say it, I won't buy the air conditioner, won't I let it go if I don't buy it?"

"What's the matter, what's the matter!" The middle-aged boss pointed to the book in Lu Dongchen's hand with a smile on his face, "Can I read this sample magazine?" I'm very fast, definitely no more than 10 minutes, no, 5 minutes! ”

"Look, won't you buy it? 50 yuan is not expensive for you. It's really expensive, and there is also a lite version. Lu Dongchen was a little puzzled.

"Brother, help, thank you in advance, show me for 5 minutes, open your eyes, and have a long insight, okay?" The middle-aged boss's attitude became more and more polite, and his tone was a little pleading. Lu Dongchen is no longer called "young man", but "brother".

"Well, you show me 5 minutes and let me take a picture. I'll ask the workers to install the air conditioner for you right away, and we'll get it done this morning, how about it?"

Is there still this kind of operation? Lu Dongchen was stunned.

Seeing that Lu Dongchen didn't say anything, the middle-aged boss's face was bitter, "I'll give you another 200 yuan cheaper for the air conditioner, no, 500!, you take 4300 and take it? ”

Lu Dongchen really didn't understand, he bargained just now, his mouth was worn out, and the boss only gave him 200 yuan cheaper, and he had to ask for 4800. This will, just borrow your own book to read for 5 minutes, not only immediately install an air conditioner for yourself, but also 500 yuan cheaper?

But such a good thing, Lu Dongchen will not disagree, don't you just borrow it for 5 minutes, you give me another 500 yuan cheaper, and you can give you these two books. Are these two books worth 500 yuan?

Seeing that the middle-aged boss was cautious, he held the sample magazine in his hand, as carefully as receiving a holy decree, and turned and read one page after another seriously and reverently.

In fact, the value of these two sample magazines is really not something that can be exchanged for 500 yuan.

For one, this is a limited edition, numbered, with only 20 copies. There are 2 books for each of the 10 authors, and he didn't even keep his love of reading poetry magazines. If you want to say that the others can be reprinted, but this sample issue is absolutely impossible to reprint, and there are absolutely only 20 copies per issue, which is extremely collectible.

Second, this is more exquisite than the hardcover version, and the materials are better in all aspects, which can be called a luxury version. Moreover, this is for the author, only the author has it, not even the poetry magazine itself, which is also a symbol of status and honor.

So, these two books are actually very precious. Especially in W County, for so many years, there has never been a person who has been able to publish his works in such a heavyweight media as Love Reading Poetry Magazine.

The middle-aged boss, I still saw it on the Internet, it was a picture taken by someone else. In reality, it was the first time he had seen him.

After reading it, I took the sample magazine, and the middle-aged boss took a selfie and took a group photo to save it.

Here, after Lu Dongchen put away the sample magazine, 4,300 yuan, pay by card.

"Boss, I've already paid for it!"

"Hmm......" The middle-aged boss seemed to be still immersed in the state just now, and was a little absent-minded about Lu Dongchen's words, "Brother, may I ask if your friend is from our W County? Can you introduce him to him if you have a chance?"

"Okay, that's easy to say. Lu Dongchen said in his heart, what you are in front of you is, you have already met, "Boss, can you install the air conditioner in the morning?"

Lu Dongchen has been worrying about the air conditioner, and he must get it done today, and he will no longer let the little girl blow the fan at night.

"Don't worry, brother, I'll arrange someone!" The middle-aged boss was talking at this point, and immediately took out his mobile phone to call, "If this thing can't be done, I'll come to your door to install it in person immediately, and I won't do business today." ”

The middle-aged boss is obviously very energetic, and not long after Lu Dongchen returned home by bus, the master who installed the air conditioner called his mobile phone and said that the air conditioner would be sent downstairs.

According to Lu Dongchen's requirements, the location was selected, and then the internal and external units were installed in turn. Finally, I can let Lu Jiaqi blow on the cool air conditioner.

By the time the air conditioner was installed, it was almost noon. Lu Dongchen was polite and polite, leaving the two installation masters for lunch, but he was also refused. Lu Dongchen didn't have the heart to cook, so he took Lu Jiaqi downstairs directly and dealt with it briefly in a nearby restaurant. He's in a hurry to code words.

It has been decided not to stay up late and maintain a good work and rest habits, so the time for codewords is only daytime. In the golden hour of this morning, there was not a word, and Lu Dongchen always felt a little guilty in his heart.

When she got home, Lu Jiaqi, who was full of food and drink, ran to the bedroom, and in the cool breeze of the air conditioner, she ran around on the bed excitedly, rolling over.

"Dad, air conditioning...... Air conditioning, the wind is so cool, it's so comfortable!" Lu Jiaqi happily stood under the air conditioning outlet, the newly bought air conditioner was very strong, and the cold wind blew Lu Jiaqi's hair fluttering. Lu Jiaqi's eyes were slightly closed, her mouth was smiling, and the expression on her face was very pleasant.

"Okay! Qiqi, don't blow directly on the air conditioner, it's easy to freeze!" Lu Dongchen pulled Lu Jiaqi's long hair in the cold wind, and said dotingly, "I'm full, I've drunk enough, it's nap time again, go to bed obediently." ”

Today, Lu Jiaqi fell asleep quickly. Usually at noon, it is the highest temperature of the day, although the fan has been turned on to the maximum, but the blowing is hot air, Lu Jiaqi's sweat sticks to his clothes, very uncomfortable, napping over and over again and difficult to sleep, Lu Dongchen always has to coax for a long time.

There is no need to coax today, Lu Jiaqi is tired, and in less than ten minutes, she fell asleep sweetly with a pillow in her arms.

And Lu Dongchen turned on the computer in the living room. It will be around two o'clock in the afternoon, the weather is hot, people have just eaten at noon, and they are easy to get sleepy. There is no air conditioning in the living room, only a fan accompanies Lu Dongchen.

Open the background data first, and before going out from home in the morning, I had uploaded the first chapter of today, so now the word count of "Writing People on the Street" has reached 51,000.

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In the comment area, more than 20 new messages were added, and except for a few advertisements, most of the readers' evaluations were positive. As the plot of "Writing on the Street" unfolds, the protagonist slowly grows up, and his martial arts are getting stronger and stronger. Therefore, most readers' comments say: The novel is getting better and better, and the pit is getting deeper and deeper.

There is only one reader's message, saying that the text of "Writing on the Street" is a little profound, whether it can be written more white, we have to look at Xiaobaiwen...... The key is that there are still people who like this message.

Oh my God, just my Wenping, just my water character is not enough to be white? If Mr. Jin is there in person, if it is the original work, it is estimated that few people will be able to read it.

By the way, I almost forgot that the level of literary development in this world is very backward, and it can't be compared with my previous life, okay.