Fortunately, although most of the storefront is damaged, most of the important facilities in the store are still intact and can be reopened after just a little tidying up.

Because Zhou Xianbai often came to the commissary to help his father when he was a child, Zhou Xianbai knew a lot about many things in the supermarket.

Zhou Xianbai brought some tools, and began to clean up the broken signboard and broken glass at the door.

In the process of repairing the façade, Zhou Xianbai obviously found that his strength and speed had improved significantly, which made Zhou Xianbai's mood a lot better.

The work that originally took at least a day to complete, with Zhou Xianbai's unremitting efforts, the door had been repaired in less than half a day.

The furnishings in the shop have been reorganized.

There is a secret underground warehouse in the backyard of the commissary, which is extremely hidden, and Zhou Shihai usually puts most of the valuable goods or reserve goods in it, and there are usually a bunch of seemingly inconspicuous sundries piled on it.

If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find the entrance.

There is no way, this world is not peaceful, every business and store must consider their own safety, on average they will encounter one or two robber attacks every week, ordinary people in order to save their lives, they have long figured out a set of rules for protecting money in troubled times.

Never display expensive items in bulk in your store.

Often before anyone buys it, it will be snatched away by the robbers, which is equivalent to giving money to the robbers in disguise, how can the boss do this kind of stupid thing?

So although Zhou Shihai has a dazzling array of goods in the commissary, the quantity of each is only a little bit, not a lot.

Taking out the goods in stock from the underground warehouse in the backyard of the commissary, Zhou Xianbai can easily replenish them according to the goods originally sold.

It wasn't until noon that Zhou Xianbai packed up the entire commissary and began to reopen.

The gangsters at the hipster bar just took the money, and they shouldn't be making trouble in a short time, Zhou Xianbai sat silently at the cashier at the entrance of the commissary, silently in a daze.

The commissary's business is not particularly good on weekdays, and it depends on a lot of time guarding the store, and only in this way can it make money.

After a month of hard work, part of the money had to be robbed by the robbers, and the protection money had to be handed over to the thugs, and then the operating costs of the commissary were usually calculated, and the money that could be earned in a month could only barely make ends meet.

Zhou Xianbai silently looked at the ledger picked up from the ground and gently wiped off the footprints on it.

From the details of income and expenditure, Zhou Xianbai understood how difficult it was for his father, if he was unlucky, sometimes the robbers would visit several more times, and even after removing the monthly family expenses, the income would be negative.

Even in the face of such a grim situation, his parents were able to save money for themselves to support their martial arts university, and a sense of guilt sprouted from Zhou Xianbai's heart.

On the page of the summary of some accounts, Zhou Xianbai saw a small round ball on the paper that was wrinkled, looking like it had been dripped by water or something.

Zhou Xianbai studied it carefully, only to find that it was not a stain.

Usually Zhou Shihai is a very particular person, he will not make the account book dirty, and even clean up the account sheet after every account, not even a corner.

These crumpled dots are clearly the water marks produced after Zhou Shihai's tears dripped down the accounts and then dried up.

Zhou Xianbai found that there would be more or less such water marks on the page of bills summarized every month, which were the tears left by his father when he counted the income and expenditure every month.

God knows how much bitterness, how much danger and hesitation my father has endured silently for so many years.

This is the pressure that a man needs to bear, working hard to earn money outside, and returning home to continue to play the role of that fearless pillar.

Zhou Xianbai saw that in the last month, that is, this month, the revenue of the commissary was only to earn a living expenses, but the gangsters in the hipster bar actually opened their mouths, doubled the money for protection money, and had to hand over so much at one time, no wonder they were able to force their always honest and peaceful father to be like this.

Zhou Xianbai pinched the account book in his hand fiercely, and the paper was crumpled by Zhou Xianbai.

"This group of beasts, don't you even give people the right to live?" Zhou Xianbai felt for the first time that his killing intent was so monstrous.

This revenge for hurting his father and smashing the store, he Zhou Xianbai did not repay him as a son of man, Zhou Xianbai had only one thought in his heart, that is, to kill that Brother Biao, who has hurt his father.

Just when Zhou Xianbai was furious, suddenly the door of the commissary opened, and a man wearing a black windbreaker, a mask on his mouth, and a peaked cap walked in.

Covered tightly, unable to see the other party's face clearly.

Zhou Xianbai subconsciously doubted, the weather outside now is not only cold, but also very hot.

Walking on the street wearing short sleeves and sweating, how can anyone still wear such a tight dress? Isn't he hot?

Just when Zhou Xianbai was stunned, the man walked straight in front of Zhou Xianbai.

Since the visitor is a guest, Zhou Xianbai wants to make money now, so he said, "Hello, sir, what do you want to buy?"

The man didn't speak, and the counter of the commissary was not large, only more than half a meter wide, and it was filled with all kinds of goods.

The man walked in front of Zhou Xianbai, and suddenly the hand hidden in the long sleeves stretched out, and in his hand was a shining dagger.

The man deliberately lowered his voice, "Give me all the money, otherwise don't blame me for killing people without blinking." ”

Zhou Xianbai was stunned, he didn't expect his luck to be so 'good', the first customer he met when he just opened was actually a robber, and he was robbing money.

Zhou Xianbai was too lazy to entangle with this man, and said angrily, "Didn't you see that the store was just smashed? ”

Zhou Xianbai pulled out the empty drawer.

But the robber didn't believe what Zhou Xianbai said.

"Boy, don't make fun of Lao Tzu, hurry up and take out all the money, otherwise Lao Tzu will go in white and go out with a red knife. ”

Zhou Xianbai saw at a glance that the robber was just an ordinary person, although he had a knife in his hand, but it was only a deterrent to his father, who had no strength, but for Zhou Xianbai, who now had first-class martial arts strength, the other party was just a child with a toy knife.

The other party is still so stubborn.