"Qin-home-rice-shop."

A young man in a white short-sleeved T-shirt and blue jeans stopped in front of a small restaurant, looked up at the red and yellow sign on the lintel for a while, and then whispered again, and when he saw that the door was open, he came in with his legs raised and stood at the counter near the door.

A fat man with fat all over his body was lying on the counter and staring in confusion, as if he was asleep.

"Boss, business is booming, I am the general manager of the Ocean Printing flagship store, I passed by your storefront, saw your billboard was shining, and came to visit...... Hey, hey, hey......"

The young man is in his early twenties, slightly thin, with a local accent, pretending to be old-fashioned, with a youthful that cannot be concealed.

"Thank you! Do what? Do you want to learn how to do it or prepare to eat at my order? ”

The fat man, known as the boss, sat up straight, his smoky yellow teeth peeking out of a mass of buttery fat, his eyes slit, and his black and yellow eyeballs almost completely sunk under the bulging flesh bubbles under his eyes, and he could only rely on human imagination to think about its existence.

"No, no, how dare you learn art empty-handed, it's not yet noon, I just came out of breakfast at home. Hehe, I just want to ask you about the billboard advertising page or something, do you want to update it, I'll help you do it, so that your business is thriving. Hey, hey, hey......"

The young man stood in front of the counter, maintaining a respectful and respectful attitude, although his movements were restrained, the smile on his face was bright and sincere, and the narrow eyes behind the black half-rimmed glasses were also squinted into a line in this smile full of technical sense.

If you look at it a little closer, you can see that although his black eyelashes are short, they are thick and numerable, just like his height, although there is still a difference of two centimeters to one meter seven, and his weight is only two pounds short of 110 pounds, but he is thin but not weak, revealing the hardness of his bones.

"So you're saying my billboard won't work, right? Do you want me to renovate my business? ”

The face full of fat turned from laughter to gloom in an instant, and the eyeballs trapped in the meat bubbles did not rise, but they revealed a light of alertness and contempt, like a silver needle piercing the young man opposite.

"Where, ah, ah, I mean, you see every day in the neighborhood of the billboard street, you can add something new to make everyone bright, and you want to come and try it, so that the business will ...... Hey, hey, hey......"

"Okay, okay, I understand what you mean, I'll look for you when I need it! You, go out and turn left, it's the street, there are a lot of people there, you can just grab someone to chat, I'm not free now! ”

The fat boss is already impatient. At ten o'clock in the morning, he was indeed going to begin preparations for the arrival of the guests at noon.

This small restaurant is one of dozens in this small town, with white walls and brick floors, and six wood-colored square tables are placed against the wall, each square table can seat two people when there are fewer people, and four people face to face when there are many people, but the restaurant does not have six tables at the same time to seat four people at the most.

Even after the twentieth century, in 2005, in Qinfang, a small fourth-tier town, there were not many people who went to the restaurant to eat on weekdays.

Qinfang Town is located in the west of Guangdong, near the sea. With a large population, it is easy to feed a small restaurant, but it is not easy to make this small restaurant live a nourishing life easily.

After all, most of the people who can stop to eat in the midst of people coming and going are rural people who come from the village to the city to buy things. They don't come to the city very often, but they can't go back at noon on the day they come out, so they will find a small restaurant with a reasonable price and a comfortable look for a light meal, just to escape the summer heat of the southern seaside that is even more unobstructed after noon.

As for the other people who come and go on the street, whether they work in the city or come out of the village to do small business, they are used to going home to eat after they are finished, otherwise, they will come out of their homes with pickles and rice in the morning, and when they arrive at noon, find a cool place downstairs, open the lid of the enamel lunch box or aluminum lunch box, pull it into their mouths sweetly and deliciously, and put the lunch box in a plastic bag after eating, just take a nap against the trunk of the tree next to the root of the wall, saving money and comfortably.

Otherwise, a day's salary of twenty or thirty yuan is no more than forty, and a lunch in a small restaurant is almost ten yuan, which is almost half of the meal, who wants to work for half a day in vain?

The owners of small restaurants are also conscientious, in order to save costs, they are basically mom-and-pop shops, or call a relative to come over to help, and the owners themselves are also going to be the head chefs. Therefore, the business on this street is done by regular customers. For the salesmen who come to sell various products, the bosses must also not refuse to come, and will greet patiently at the beginning, so as not to miss and increase the chance of one more person coming in to eat.

"Ah, that's good, boss, you're busy, this is my business card, Qin Wafan, general manager of the Ocean Printing flagship store. Hehe, you take it first, call me anytime if you need to, I don't rest 24 hours a day. ”

The young man respectfully handed over a cardboard card printed from his gray-black suit pants.

"What? Are you called Frog Annoying? ”

The fat boss really read countless people, and his eyelids didn't move, so he grabbed the key point from Qin Wafan's long list of words.

"Ah, yes, Qin Wafan, hehe."

Qin Wafan pretended not to hear the boss's ridicule, and used his correct name pronunciation with his face to correct the boss's mistake just now, whether it was intentional or unintentional.

"Frogs are very annoying, and they croak at night, so that people are woken up when they fall asleep."

The boss muttered such a sentence, which was quite appropriate.

Fifteen minutes ago, the boss was lying on the counter immersed in the daydream of making a fortune, Qin Wafan came in, and his daydream was interrupted by force, and the two talked for a long time, and this kid didn't say that he wanted to stay at noon to order food, and he didn't pay anything in return, so he didn't feel annoyed.

As for Qin Wafan's refurbishment of signboards and leaflets, the fat boss never thought about it, the four big characters of "Qinjia Hotel" are bright on the lintel, and people who come and go can see it clearly and remember it, it's okay, the restaurant doesn't have much income, except for the cost of materials and labor, rent, etc., it's good to make a profit of 2,000 a month, why waste money and effort to get bells and whistles? ! With this tossing effort, it is better to greet good guests!

"Oh, boss, my name is Qin Wafan, not a frog annoying. However, the frog is not annoying, and it is so poetic that people in the big city can't hear it if they want to hear it! Hey. ”

"I said that if you don't leave, it will be really annoying!"

The boss raised his voice, lost the patience to continue the stubble, and said very politely.

"Okay, hey, boss, your business is prosperous!"

Looking at the boss's impatient face, Qin Wafan was not annoyed or angry, put the business card on the dark red half-human high counter on the left side, and then bowed to the soft back of the boss, who was turning his back to him and was busy counting the wine bottles in the closet, before turning around and stepping out of the door of the small restaurant.

He walked a few steps away, and when he stopped and looked back, he could still see the figure of the owner of the restaurant continuing to wipe the counter without even raising his head, his movements were lazy, like a shadow puppet figure waving in the door frame - the business card he put on the counter was probably thrown into the garbage basket by the fat boss without even looking at it, or thrown in a corner, waiting to be lost after being dusted.

He couldn't help tilting his head and sighing silently in his heart, tilted his head and tried to open his eyelids in the dazzling sunlight, looked at the restaurant sign he wanted to persuade the boss to renovate again, twitched his lips, and silently squeezed his eyebrows, but the plastic sign with yellow letters on a red background, which seemed to greet him enthusiastically when he entered the door just now, now because he was not only not a diner in the restaurant, but a troublemaker who wanted to replace it, became a refusal to stick to the dusty red lintel, sneered at him arrogantly, "Go away, don't send it".

It wasn't until his back disappeared that the four big yellow characters of "Qinjia Hotel" on the red signboard were still waiting for the guests to come and go in the increasingly dazzling sun at noon, as in the past.

Qin Wafan didn't go to other shops on the street to continue his sales, it was really the same as the fat boss said, he turned left after going out, of course, when he got to the street, he didn't catch people to chat and kill time, but continued to walk along the street for nearly a kilometer, turned into a narrow alley that almost only accommodated one person, and walked straight for two or three hundred meters between the mottled walls of the buildings on both sides.

Out of the alley, the eyes suddenly opened up, but it was a red brick and gray tile house, he went straight into a row of gray tile houses next to a large room twice as tall, here is what he just told the fat boss in the Qinjia restaurant "Ocean Printing Flagship Store".

This is an abandoned house in the brick factory, no one cares about it at present, and no one uses it, so after he found out, he chose one of the large factories to be his own business base.

The large factory was empty, and in the corner was a messy pile of old iron-gray scrapped machines, with a worn-out yellow-lacquered wooden couch in the center. This sofa was about to be replaced by his father a while ago, and after more than ten years, he moved it.

Next to the sofa, a flat gray-black pig iron machine was selected from the pile of dilapidated machines in the corner of the factory to be used as a table, and a tall bamboo chair with a backrest next to it was also moved from home.

At this moment, he lay down on the sofa tiredly, put his feet together, looked up at the high roof that was originally red but had turned black, and finally showed an angry look on his face, as if he had just come back to the Qin family restaurant owner had hurt his self-esteem. He snorted angrily, slammed his fist on the couch cushion, and said loudly:

"What frogs are annoying, you are like frogs, you are annoying! You're more annoying than a frog, huh! Frogs don't bother you either! ”

After scolding, he seemed to be relieved a lot, and looked up in his mind thinking about the appearance of the frog and his own appearance, and carefully compared it, feeling that he looked different from the frog anyway, so he turned over comfortably, closed his eyes, and forgot about lunch, so he went to sleep and went to dream of Zhou Gong.