Chapter 2 So, I'm going to write an online article first?
What's the situation, he is old and wants to write a good online article, not trying to make a lot of money, not trying to get out of the position, isn't he just taking advantage of the gap between the start of writing and playing a game?
If the manuscript is lost, forget it, why is there something wrong with the eyes, how wrong is this thing!
"I studied Chinese language and literature, but I didn't learn to solicit business......"
"When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting......
The phone rang, and after the old scratching screen was connected, Yu Cheng's roar came from the receiver.
"Old son, are you coming?"
"I specially chose your favorite W Hotel, don't grind. ”
The old heart suddenly shook, W, I heard that it is really tender there...... Well, that's good.
"I ......"
The old one wanted to agree, but when the words came to his lips, he held back.
The words "Please go to 31 Ching Bo Road to take over one of your shops" suddenly became bold and enlarged.
"I probably won't be able to go, there's something else going on in the evening. The old replied helplessly.
The old is a neat and tidy up, you don't have to go to the ophthalmology, you don't have to go to the psychiatric department, and if you don't think about it, he will immediately go neurotic on the spot!
Yu Cheng on the other end of the phone groaned for two seconds: "You won't be in ...... right now Learn, right?"
The more Yu Cheng thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, he was old and energetic, how could this tone be so helpless?
"Okay, okay, you are busy first, you are busy first, be careful, I won't bother, I have time to come to the W Hotel after I am busy, the classic luxury suite on the 3rd floor of the podium, and tell the waiter that Mr. Yu ordered it." ”
Yu Cheng finished speaking as fast as he could, and hung up the phone.
Listening to the beeping sound from the earpiece of the mobile phone, the old face changed.
", this Nima ......"
Big misunderstanding!
He really doesn't have this hobby of poking privately during the day, no, not at night!
He's really just an honest kid who loves to learn.
It's true!
Ten minutes later, Chen Lao walked out of the dormitory building, looked at his bulging appearance, and took a deep breath: "I can only ride a shared bicycle to pass." ”
I originally wanted to take a taxi, but now it is easy to be misunderstood by the driver, but fortunately, the location of the store prompted in front of me is not far from Zhongda, on Ersha Island on the opposite shore.
There is such a thing as pie falling from the sky, and in ordinary daily life, it is not unthinkable that it is old, but when a piece of 'pie' that cannot be shaken off really falls, he is very uncomfortable.
There was really no way, so he coiled an arm force device around his waist, a folding knife in his trouser pocket, and some chili oil found from rummaging through the cabinets in his pocket.
I don't know how these things appeared in the boys' dormitory, and I don't need to guard against wolves......
Ersha Island is located on the Pearl River, surrounded by water, there is only one trunk road through, on the map, from the southeast area of the old school to ride over, can only go out from the east school gate along Xingang West Road straight through the school gate and turn onto Dongxiao Road, cross the river and then enter Ersha Island from Datong Road and finally to the destination, so that it takes seven or eight kilometers.
I have been studying at CUHK for more than a year, and I know that the route from the inside of the school is nearly two kilometers or so.
After walking a few steps, I saw the only shared bicycle nearby, scanned the code and rode away, and vaguely heard 'Hey, wait... Wait a minute's shouting, the old head didn't come back, and even the feet kicked harder.
Fifteen minutes later, when it was dark, the old left turned left and right to Qingbo Road, where the destination was located.
Ersha Island is really worthy of the title of the rich area, and at the beginning of the big road, the luxury atmosphere in the vicinity began to come to the nose, especially after turning on Qingbo Road, the big cow and the small Nike mark at the door of the two exhibition halls on the first floor of the Wen Cube shook so that the old eyes hurt, and they almost burst into tears again.
If it weren't for riding, the old man almost threw away the arm force on the waist plate, the folding knife in his pocket, and the chili oil, and then ran into a patrol security guard, where would he be reasonable?
"No number 31?"
I counted the house numbers and rode from No. 1 to No. 33, but I never saw No. 31.
It should be said that from the 19th, the house number is very unclear, not that the middle building is missing, but the building complex divides the house number, and it is not so clear when you look directly at Qingbo Road.
But the old text and coordinates in front of me are nearby.
"Why don't you poke it!"
As soon as the old words fell, the red dot seemed to be hit, and the route was automatically planned.
Stale: "...... So smart?"
The all-round 3D stereoscopic navigation is automatically in place, and the old one goes backwards smoothly to find the destination - on the left of an performing arts company and on the right of an apartment.
To be precise, it should be regarded as a small building facing the apartment, the bluestone steps on the side of the street spread to the door, and the old standing next to the bluestone steps actually has a feeling of 'simple and solemn'.
After locking the shared bicycle, the old left hand is in his pocket, and his right hand is crossed on his waist, which seems to be a hanger, but in fact, both hands are 'weapons'.
When he walked to the end of the bluestone steps, he saw the house number next to the gate of the small building: No. 31 Qingbo Road.
I didn't find the doorbell, the LED light box on the door plaque was not worded, the old right hand tightened, the left foot took a step forward, the waist bent, and slowly stretched out the left hand to pat the door: "Hello." ”
It is said that this is a standard offensive action, and the old ones are just waiting for someone to come out of the inside, and they will do it with a flick of the stick, whatever, toss Lao Tzu for an afternoon!
"Congratulations, the memory store has been successfully taken over!"
Another line suddenly popped out in front of me, and then, the door of the store was pushed open through the crack with the old hand, revealing the inside scene.
There is no brilliance, no dazzling, and no hidden 'murderer', except for an old old-fashioned wooden table that is placed in a wide position in the direction of Dangyang, it is almost unobstructed and quaint and empty.
A total of two hints disappeared, and the old one quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and said tentatively: "How can this so-called 'shop', which is worth a lot of money at first glance and has an antique charm, make it look like a system? However, there is nothing else? The current system is so stingy?"
"Congratulations, I got a copy of the store leftover merchandise. ”
The prompt text in front of me is very timely, but it does not explain what the so-called legacy goods are.
I was not particularly satisfied, and I was about to speak, when the text quickly changed a line:
"Please read the store manual carefully, prepare for the official opening, and strive to become a qualified store manager!"
It's easy to understand the meaning, but he didn't let go of the system's meaning: "It's equivalent to saying, I'm not a qualified store manager of this store yet? I still need to prepare before it can officially open, so in this case, I'll write an online article first?"
This time, it seemed to be stuck, and the text in front of me was replaced by two words: "No!"
“……”
"Okay. ”
What can a person do under the roof, he has changed several questions without getting any response, and he shrugged his shoulders.
I found the switch, turned on the light, and the whole room lit up, and when I sat down on the chair behind the desk of the senior office, I saw the thick instructions on the table.
"Squeak. ”
The door was pushed open from the outside.
"Boom. ”
Shut up again.
There was a continuous sound, and a little street light fainted through the crack in the door.
Sitting behind the table, he quietly closed the manual in his hand, looked up at the middle-aged man who walked in, and said with a stiff face: "Hello guest." ”
I didn't get up, and I didn't show the professional smirk that I should have as a store manager.