"Help me reply to Dr. Jay, I don't plan to be admitted to the hospital for treatment for the time being," Zhang Xiaozhu said to the management robot after coming out of the negativity. He pressed his index finger on the robot's fingerprint scanning panel for two seconds to complete the information writing authorization.

After a while, accompanied by the bodyguard Ah Liang, Zhang Xiaozhu went out, he wanted to go and relax. The two drove from the wealthy area to the city center. Yang Yiyi was not accompanied, she had to take care of the children at home, and besides, the outdoor air was not very good.

On the streets, in the park, people come and go, in the foggy "fairyland", everyone is wearing anti-fog masks and anti-fog glasses, Zhang Xiaozhu feels that they are walking in the wood, like walking corpses in the gray fog, and the world has lost its color.

There are children playing in the streets, playing hide and seek, for them, this fog is full of magic and surprises, they are still young, they will not think about "death", and there will be no "shadow" of the haze, because after they are born, what they see is such a world.

"Do you think people have souls?" Looking at the pedestrians coming and going, Zhang Xiaozhu asked the bodyguard. The burly Ah Liang didn't come back to his senses for a while, and only said, "Brother Zhu, I really don't know about this question. However, a friend of mine told me that money has a soul. ”

"Oh? You can say that again. Zhang Xiaozhu was amused, "That's one of the reasons why I appreciate you." ”

(When people die, we burn their bodies, and then, in the weeping of smoke and fire, the people next to them faintly see the 'soul' running out of the body, soaring, twisting...... Then, during the holidays, we started burning paper money again...... Is it that the soul of the paper money is reunited with the soul of the deceased by burning? Zhang Xiaozhu walked along, and various thoughts came to his mind, (so only with money can there be a soul...... ）。

(Money...... Soul...... Zhang Xiaozhu doesn't know that people don't have souls, but after 27 years of ups and downs, Zhang Xiaozhu knows very well in his heart that this society has a soul - money.

Zhang Xiaozhu stopped as he walked past the window of a small shop, where a new product was on display - the smog protection human skin mask: your face will no longer be harmed by the toxic fog, stylish and beautiful, and it will be replaced in 7 days.

Looking at the human skin mask, Zhang Xiaozhu couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness and irony in his heart: (Times have changed, and normal people have to wear masks.) He had to lament that he hadn't been out for too long, and he didn't know anything about this new "fashion."

(The masked man desperately wanted to take off the mask, but the normal person had to put on the mask.) Zhang Xiaozhu thought it was ironic.

Not far away, he looked at a huge electronic advertisement hanging from the waist of a 30-story building, in which the blonde model was posing, showing off her beautiful skin and contact lenses: SK2000DD Frost, and Smog Say ByeBye.

Zhang Xiaozhu walked in the direction of the advertisement, walked into the store on the first floor of the building, and came to the counter of the SK2000DD. The beautiful teller greeted him, and at the same time blinked her big beautiful eyes and said in a sweet voice, "What does the gentleman need?" ”

"DD Cream!" Zhang Xiaozhu said that when he spoke, his eyes did not look at the beautiful teller lady, but at the price of DD cream.

7999 yuan, a small bottle.

After asking back and forth, Zhang Xiaozhu bought a bottle for his wife, and then bought a bottle for the bodyguard, "Give it to your girlfriend." He said to the bodyguard, "It's not from your salary." Take it. ”

Turning around, Zhang Xiaozhu bought a third bottle, very politely, and gave it to the beautiful lady at the counter, he knew that they had a meager income, they sold aristocratic products, and he could only use the belongings of the poor...... This huge contrast and frustration needs to be overcome with a strong professional spirit.

(So, perhaps, she should have a gift) Zhang Xiaozhu thought very suddenly, so, he just turned his thoughts into actions and reality, and gave the teller a bottle.

The teller lady asked the generous gentleman to leave the phone, she thought that the generous gentleman would leave his own phone, but she didn't think that the phone left by the gentleman was actually just the phone number of the handsome bodyguard Ah Liang.

"Brother Zhu, in fact, she is not the type I like." After the two walked out of the building, the bodyguard said to Zhang Xiaozhu with a straight face.

"But Ah Liang, you're not too young, and you don't have a girlfriend yet, do you?" Zhang Xiaozhu said, "That girl, I listened to the way she spoke, and I think she is not bad." ”

The bodyguard thought for a while, looked at the handsome and slightly fierce face, and nodded: "Thank you, Brother Zhu, for your concern." ”

After a while, Zhang Xiaozhu and the bodyguard came to the convenience store just now, Zhang Xiaozhu bought an "anti-fog mask", and he said to the bodyguard with great interest, "This kind of bargain is just right for me."

The bodyguard didn't speak with a straight face, he felt that Brother Zhu was really good, but Brother Zhu's behavior was sometimes really difficult to understand, such a rich man would be interested in bargains.

"If you want more people to be able to use it, you have to be cheap, right?" Zhang Xiaozhu said suddenly, as if he had seen through the idea of the bodyguard, "I think something like this, everyone should use, and it should be made into a public welfare project." Zhang Xiaozhu held the anti-fog mask and stood in place, as if mourning for the people living in the haze. It seems that he is mourning in silence for his dying life.

"Brother Zhu, you, it's okay." Seeing Zhang Xiaozhu in a daze, Ah Liang asked with concern, although Ah Liang has no culture, he still heard such a sentence: When a person is about to die, his words must be good, and when a bird is about to die, he must mourn. Before people die, do they have a process of exploding good thoughts in their hearts, and then become sentimental?

At this moment, thinking that Brother Zhu might be leaving everyone, Ah Liang's nose was sour.

Zhang Xiaozhu saw a beggar on the side of the road again, and the beggar's leg was "burned". In fact, Zhang Xiaozhu has long understood this kind of deception. The beggar's leg was not "burned", but sat under the buttocks, and then the "burned" prosthetic leg was placed in front of passers-by. In the past, Zhang Xiaozhu had never given these "beggars" change, not because he didn't know pity, but because he hated deception.

The "beggars" of this era, begging is not an easy task, because the currency is almost all electronic, and change has become very rare. Zhang Xiaozhu searched all over his body, there was no change, he asked Ah Liang, Ah Liang shook his head, and there was no.

However, Ah Liang saw the boss's thoughts: "Brother Zhu," he said to Zhang Xiaozhu, "Actually, you have donated so many children on the Internet, and you have already done a lot, so why care about this ...... in front of you" As he spoke, Ah Liang glanced at the beggar.

Hearing Ah Liang say this, Zhang Xiaozhu was silent, (yes, I have done a lot, I donated those children, but,) he thought again, (If, one day, they know that the money I donated to them is not from such a clean source, I don't know what they will think.) ）

"By the way, Brother Zhu," Ah Liang said again, "didn't you order one or something...... Robots? ”

(Yes.) Zhang Xiaozhu suddenly recalled that he had also ordered a stand-in, and he heard that it was a high-end product imported from Gilman, and he didn't know if Dr. Tang Jingtao had already sent out the goods, and he was waiting to give it a try.

"Let's go, let's go back, I don't want to go shopping." Zhang Xiaozhu patted Ah Liang on the shoulder.