Putting down the phone, Peng Cheng was like a deflated balloon, flustered and out of strength. He knew that Bei Bei said that it was okay, but it wasn't really okay. She was afraid of him, so he never said that she was in trouble, especially when she was really in trouble, and he regretted that he had choked with her like that, if it wasn't for that, maybe he could still hear her say a few words of truth now.

The young man was terrified, and he felt that he had not only lost money, but that this time he had probably lost everything he had. Bei Bei never came to a phone call again, not even a word, she didn't even make a sound, she knew that he had no money and couldn't eat, but there was still no news, did she really want to give up on him.

Peng Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, his heart was really fucking tired. There was no one in the room at this time, and Ozawa left very early today, and I don't know who he was going with. Peng Cheng suddenly became a little envious of Xiao Ze, envious of how easy his money was earned, even Liangzi ...... Ryoko is also easier than making money on her own.

Peng Cheng laughed self-deprecatingly, and it happened that his mobile phone rang at the right time, thinking it was Beibei, he hurriedly took it out, his heart was full of expectations, but the moment he saw the number, it collapsed, it was Liangzi's phone, and he picked it up stupidly.

"Ryoko, what's wrong?"

"Brother, that, that ......" Liangzi was afraid that the problem of stammering was getting more and more serious as soon as he was nervous, and he screamed for a long time before he said again: "Just now Mr. Song asked me what are you doing! He said he wants you to come back, will you come back? Mr. Song will put on shoes next to me now!"

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Returning to the bathing center again, the place was so kind that Peng Cheng trembled, no one cared more about this place than him, on top of the tall building, there were people living in all the small windows, the curtains were hung very messily, and the only one on the sixth floor who did not draw the curtains was Mr. Song's office. Peng Cheng saw Mr. Song twice, both times when Mr. Song finished bathing and went out, Peng Cheng took him the shoes, but that's all.

The man was the general manager of the bathing center, a small middle-aged man, he was only about 165 tall, always dressed casually, and the dark colors made him even shorter but always revealing an inconspicuous sense of mystery. He had a leisurely smile on his face that only retired old people have, squinted his eyelids slightly, and easily told Peng Cheng to the root of his ear: "It's okay to sit secretly for a while, don't always stand stupidly." "In this bathing center, except for the big boss who pays for it, the biggest fear is him, but he rarely has such gentleness, which is much better than those department heads who point fingers.

Peng Cheng stood across the eight-lane road in front of the bathing center, and he didn't walk back and forth for almost an hour, he didn't want to go too early, it seemed that he was too eager, he quit the boss before going out, and now he came back, and if he didn't get it right, he would lose face. He had a hunch, Mr. Song didn't say a few words to himself, this time he actually offered to let him come back, it must be an opportunity, Peng Cheng thought about it, and felt that his judgment was very reasonable, so he couldn't let people see that he was in a hurry.

After hesitating for a long time, the young man called Liangzi and inquired that Mr. Song had arrived, and he was signing in the office at this time, and he was quite happy. This early in the morning, Mr. Song should be very busy, Peng Cheng thought about it carefully, then turned around and went around to the breakfast stall at the intersection to eat a fried dough stick, and about to feel that the things inside should be almost done, and then called.

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Mr. Song asked Peng Cheng to wait for him in the prefabricated room at the back, which somewhat surprised the young man, but he didn't ask much and did so. As soon as he entered the door, he was shocked by the changes here, there was no one in the originally overcrowded prefabricated house, and all the upper bunks were piled with unopened towels, and large bags and bags occupied the beds above. The lower bunks are also empty, there is no cover, the only one, in the best position in this room, the set of coverings Peng Cheng knows, that is Liangzi.

Peng Cheng walked over and sat down on Liangzi's bed, a familiar smell rushing to his nostrils. He wore the shoes that Bei Bei bought for him last winter, which were a pair of dark blue canvas shoes, Metersbonwe's, he struggled for a long time that day, and only took a fancy to this pair, just because it was a little expensive, Peng Cheng liked it very much, but he didn't dare to start rashly, in the end it was still Beibei, he ran back by himself without looking at it, and when Peng Cheng found her again, she had already paid, and Mei Zizi was just waiting to pick up the shoes.

Peng Cheng lifted his feet and stepped on the iron railing of the bed next to him, bouncing off the dust on his shoes. This room is really warm, don't look at it as just a layer of iron plate and foam prefabricated house, even in winter, you can walk around in it shirtless. The young man looked back and forth for a long time, and he really liked it here, at least it was much better than the ventilated house he lived in now.

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The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as soon as Peng Cheng looked up, he saw Mr. Song coming over slowly, he always smiled lovingly, and he was still smiling today, Peng Cheng hurriedly stood up.

The two of them sat down side by side like when they talked to Fan Tao, and Mr. Song seemed to be more comfortable than Peng Cheng in the environment of this collective dormitory. He didn't make much detours, he just vaguely asked some useless questions, and then went straight to the point. He asked Peng Cheng if he was still willing to come back, and after receiving a satisfactory answer, he asked again: "Dry shoe department?"

"You can do anything. Peng Cheng said a little self-deprecatingly, he felt that he had no conditions to talk about, but the boss still discussed it so kindly, so that he was embarrassed.

"Brother, I have a job, do you think you're interested?" Mr. Song asked casually, looking at Peng Cheng gently.

"What's the job?" the young man asked.

"Clock ringing. ”

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"Daughter-in-law, guess where I am?"

"I don't guess. Bei Bei rejected him tiredly, Peng Cheng's joy made her feel even more annoying, life became hideous and terrible because of him, she wished everything was boring and bland, just like people often say bland, it's good to think about it.

"Look at you, what are you doing?" Peng Cheng was so elated, but he was doused by a basin of cold water on Bei Bei's head, and he was very unhappy.

The girl also pondered for a moment, then said with a sigh of relief, "I can't guess." ”

At this moment, Peng Cheng laughed hehe, and said mysteriously: "If you can't guess, it's right, I'm in the flashy world!"

"Why did you get there?" this made Bei Bei guess how to guess the glitzy world, she thought that Peng Cheng would never go there again in her life.

"Our boss is looking for me to come back, and I'll be back!"

"Why did he tell you to go back?" Bei Bei was a little curious, from the day she met Peng Cheng, she found that his luck was surprisingly good, surprisingly good, so good that people were in awe, but the result of this luck was never good.

"Why did you call me back? Your husband and I are excellent!"

"Did you also ask Fan Tao to go back?"

"What do you call him for? ”

"Why do you call him if you don't call him?"

Although Peng Cheng himself didn't understand Mr. Song's intentions, it didn't matter, but Bei Bei obviously looked down on him, but it made him angry: "Can you not be angry with me, daughter-in-law, guess what floor I am!"

"What are you asking me to guess on what floor?"

"I'm on the third floor!"

"What's wrong with the third floor?" Two men and women who are not in the same alley can't laugh together after all, and Bei Bei doesn't know why Peng Cheng's happiness.

"You don't know the third floor, don't you have a third floor?"

"No, our tallest house here is two floors. ”

"Damn, how can you make money without the third floor? The third floor, the third floor is the place for the young lady!" Peng Cheng is really strange, is this big boss so capricious?

"Oh!" Bebe probably understood.

"Daughter-in-law, don't you ask me what I'm doing?" Peng Cheng continued to ask her with interest, guiding her to the source of his joy.

"So what are you doing?"

"Look at you like that, you can't know this job!" Peng Cheng paused deliberately, and said proudly: "This is called clockkeeping." ”

"What do you call a clock?"

"Don't you know how to keep the clock?" he deliberately showed off, knowing that Bei Bei didn't know at all, so he deliberately said: "The clock is to remember how long the young lady and the technician have taken the guests in!"

Hearing him say this, Bei Bei laughed, she couldn't understand the purpose of doing this, like a joke and asked, "What are you doing here?"