I don't like this kind of place very much, so I called the customer and asked him to come out and talk, but it was noisy in the Di bar, and I guess I couldn't talk about it. A few minutes later, the customer came out and said that there was an office in the bar, and he could just talk inside. This person's surname is Pu, and he is a typical northeastern character, with a medium build but very strong, a short flat head, a flower white in the front, and a scar on the left chin. He wears a gold necklace as thick as a little thumb. Wearing a tight white T-shirt with patterns on both arms, I am reminded of those Azan chefs in Thailand. It's just that Azan is tattooed with mantras and Dharma patterns, while Mr. Park is tattooed with dragons, phoenixes, tigers and leopards.

To be honest, I'm a little scared of this kind of person, but I feel like I'm dealing with the underworld. But Mr. Park was very warm to his friends, and in his office in the disco bar, he took beer and cigarettes, and introduced me to my colleagues. He didn't like me to call me Mr. Park, but Brother Park. These colleagues were all young men in their early twenties, working as waiters in the disco bar, and some of them didn't even look like they were eighteen years old. Naturally, I will not let go of this opportunity, and the people in the Di Bar, whether it is the staff or the guests, basically like to be drunk and fashionable, so I took out the business card box and handed out one for each person.

Perhaps Mr. Park is so mixed up in the scene, and his colleagues call him "society". In the chat, I popularized what is called Thai Buddha card and its efficacy, price to Mr. Park and his colleagues, these people are very interested, the more they ask, the more energetic, and finally in addition to Mr. Park, there is also a buddy who is watching the scene is also going to invite, so that I have time to send them the graphic materials, and then talk about the deposit.

Near midnight, Mr. Park invited me to have a supper after the song, and everyone went. I thought to myself that Di Bar didn't start until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and it was basically three or four o'clock in the morning after dancing, so what was it called supper, it was already breakfast for me, so I excused myself, saying that I had just taken the train to Shenyang not long ago, and I was a little tired, and I would meet again in two days. Mr. Park felt very disappointed, but he was not reluctant, after all, he was not familiar.

The next morning, I called Zhu Qin, a client who worked from home, and asked if I had time today. He obviously didn't wake up, and his mind was a little confused, and I even said it several times before he understood, so I suggested meeting in Bayi Park, chatting about business and watching the scenery, killing two birds with one stone. Zhu Qin agreed, and agreed to meet at the north gate of the park at two o'clock in the afternoon. After hanging up, I was afraid that he would wake up and forget, so I texted him. It stands to reason that this kind of person who is not very active is not my potential customer, and I ignored it before. But one is to go back to Shenyang by the way, and the other is to see Ma Zhuang so diligent in contacting business recently, and I also feel that I have to work hard.

Before two o'clock, I came to Bayi Park, the weather was good, there were many middle-aged and elderly people walking birds, a few circles at the door, I saw that there were people selling cheap Buddhist beads, there were fortune tellers, there were people selling cheap mobile phones, and there were people who asked me if I wanted a good CD. It was almost 2:20, and I called Zhu Qin to ask why he hadn't arrived yet, had I forgotten it?

Zhu Qin replied: "Oh, I haven't forgotten, when I went out, I saw a note on the elevator, and the property said it was broken." I was tired from walking downstairs, so I didn't go. "I was very surprised, and asked what floor your house is, Zhu Qin said the fourth floor.

I was dumbfounded: "Fourth floor...... Still tired?" said Zhu Qin said that his stairs are higher than those in other communities, so he is much more tired.

"Mr. Zhu, although I am a businessman and you are a customer, but both of us are equal in business, as a profit, I will definitely take the initiative, but you can't treat me as a monkey, right?

Zhu Qin said, "No, you, what do you mean?" He seemed quite surprised.

I said, "Let's meet here at two o'clock, your house is only on the fourth floor, and you don't want to go if the elevator is broken." If you go upstairs, it's okay to go downstairs, is it so tiring to go down to the fourth floor? Not even twenty seconds. Take another 10,000 steps back, you don't want to go downstairs, but give me a letter, I'm waiting here like a fool, just selling yellow plates will meet three dials, why don't you inform me?"

"Actually, I wanted to tell you, but I forgot it when I entered the house, and I didn't bother to fight when I remembered it. Zhu Qin replied.

This answer left me speechless, and I asked if I didn't call you, I would have to wait until midnight at the gate of the park? Zhu Qin said, "That's impossible, you can definitely call me." "I still want to say something, but I really can't think of any difference between calling and answering the phone, he is tired of calling, and he is not tired of answering the phone.

Finally I said, "Then forget it, anyway, you don't really want to ask for a Buddha card." I didn't expect Zhu Qin to say that he was very interested, but he was not very comfortable these days, and he was a little lazy, but he actually wanted to understand. I pouted my teeth and let out a long breath and asked him to text me the address of my home so I could visit me if it was convenient.

Zhu Qin said: "It's too troublesome to text and type, my home is in Room XXX, Building XX, XX Community, XX Street. I hurriedly took out a small notebook and pen from my purse and asked him to repeat it again, so that he could record it. Zhu Qin sighed, as if he had encountered the most difficult thing in the world, and reluctantly said it again. I quickly made a note and said let's go.

His community is not far from Bayi Park, about two or three hundred meters, and it is also an old community similar to my home, with more than 20 floors high, and elevators, but they are all old, and the door is indeed posted with a notice of the property, saying that there are residents who have no quality to throw a lot of garbage into the elevator room, and still urinate in it, and urine flows into the machine parts to cause the elevator to be burned out, and it is being repaired. I thought to myself that some Chinese are really poor in quality, can they do this? Why do they have to pee in the elevator room? I guess they are ignorant children.

I climbed up to the fourth floor and knocked on the door, and after several clicks, I heard someone answer in the house, as if it was a two-word word, but the sound was very small and I couldn't hear it clearly. I knocked hard a few times: "I'm Tian Li, who sells Buddhist cards, is this Zhu Qin's family?"

The person inside raised his voice, and this time he heard clearly, he said "come in". The door was not locked? I pushed hard a few times and didn't move at all, I said loudly, "I can't push it open, is it locked?" After a while, I heard footsteps and the sound of unlocking, the door opened, and a young man stood in the doorway, wearing thick thermal underwear, with a shaved head and a round head.

The heating in the house is not very good, it is estimated to be sixteen or seventeen degrees. Most of the heating in Shenyang's old buildings is done by the boiler room, which likes to cut corners, so the heating is generally poor, which is very different from Beijing. In addition, before entering the house, you can smell musty and smoke, and there is a strong smell of urine. This is also normal, it is not normal for a single man's house to be neat and clean. It was an open room, with the living room and bedroom connected, and there were many piles of stuff everywhere, the floor was littered with clothes, pants and socks, books, magazines, CDs, empty plastic bags, drink bottles, and small bowls stuffed with cigarette butts, and there was no place to stay, and there was no way out. I even suspect that this was deliberately arranged by Zhu Qin, just to prevent thieves in the middle of the night. There are two cardboard boxes against the wall at the door, and it can be seen from the printed patterns and words that they are all bowls of braised beef noodles, which seem to be Zhu Qin's main food. In addition, there are five or six neatly arranged bowls of noodle paper in the corner, all of which contain more than half a bowl of soup and uneaten noodles.