When I got out of the car just now, Mr. Chi had been looking at us, probably because of the presence of practical people, he never dared to come, and now practical people entered the alley, I walked towards him, and he also ran towards me.

"Burning Dust has already come, why haven't you left yet?" Before he could run up to me, I said this.

Mr. Chi was shocked when he heard this, and quickly stopped and looked around: "Where is he?" ”

I said, "He should still be in Bohai Bay two days ago." ”

"Oh, it's good if he's not there, it's good if he's not there." Mr. Chi took out a photo from his pocket and said, "Do you know how to get this thing?" ”

I took a look at the photo, and there was only a pair of old cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles, and nothing else.

I looked at the photos repeatedly, and the more I looked at them, the more I wondered, so I asked Mr. Chi, "What do you want to do?" ”

Mr. Chi pointed to the photo and said, "Will you do it?" ”

"Making shoes?"

"Ah, just make shoes, do you?"

"How could I do this? No, what the hell do you want to do? ”

Mr. Chi took back the photo, pouted and said, "Old Man Wan's shoes are a little old, I want to get him a new pair." I've noticed that he doesn't usually wear other shoes, only this, and only handmade. ”

I said, "This kind of old cloth shoes should also be sold in the market, and you should be able to buy them another day if you walk around the city." ”

Mr. Chi looked a little embarrassed: "But Old Man Wan only wears handmade." ”

"Handmade ones should also be sold, but the price is high, I guess you should be able to afford it."

Mr. Chi looked at the photo in his hand, scratched his head, turned around and walked towards the alley next door.

Seeing him enter the alley, my heart is also up and down, let's not talk about his cultivation, this IQ alone is troublesome enough, if the burning dust really kills, I estimate that he will be in the way of others nine times out of ten.

In fact, if you want me to say, the best choice now is to blow Mr. Chi away, so that he will not have to wait for death here day by day. But it makes sense in practical terms, the matter between Zhuo Chenzi and Mr. Chi is all a family affair of Chiyun Peak, and we, as outsiders, are indeed not very easy to interfere in.

After staying in the industry for so long, I can understand that in this circle, when dealing with the sect, the sect pays the most attention to the word "respect", respects each other, does not interfere with each other, and the affairs of other people's families are the affairs of other people's families after all.

happened to talk about this, I suddenly the second master also said a sentence before, I am still deeply impressed, he said, our business, is the business of people, in this muddy water, no one can dominate everything, everyone who goes into the water, is just a participant. Since you are a participant, no matter what you do, you have to follow the rules, and if you break the rules, you will inevitably be pointed out by thousands of people.

But the second master also said that those old rules and customs in the industry, to put it bluntly, are a bunch of old shi's (three sounds), guarding them every day, and sooner or later one day they will be disgusted to death.

Contradictory? It's really contradictory, and most of the things that can be done are very contradictory, what can I do.

Seeing that it was almost six o'clock, as soon as Mr. Chi left, I returned to the old Shijia store, kneading the dough and adjusting the filling as usual, and even said practically, only half a month later, the things I made can be sold on the bright side, if I open my own store in the future, I can follow this path, at least I will not lose.

Many people may wonder how it is just a fire, how can it be involved with doing business again?

Even Lao Zuo, who wrote the book on ghostwriting, had such a question, to be honest, I didn't know how to answer this question, and when he asked me, I just said that in fact, during that time, what practical taught me was not the craft of making fire, but how to precipitate myself.

If I learned to be impatient and forge ahead during the days when I followed the second master, then I learned to be quiet during the days when I got along with the practical.

Once a person is quiet, the heart that is restless for the sake of utilitarianism will also get a moment of peace.

Practically speaking, in fact, all fame and fortune are derived from tranquility, and if you blindly rush forward, you will blindly get lost, and I still dare not determine whether these words are right or wrong, but I like this kind of tranquility and fulfillment.

That morning, I watched Shiji distribute a stove to the diners in the courtyard, and I also watched the diners gather around the table to eat, and I felt a great sense of happiness in my heart.

At noon, Practical and the guys packed up the ingredients early and prepared to stir-fry for the upcoming guests, my mobile phone suddenly rang, and I lit up the screen to see that it was the second master calling.

Practical put down the work in his hand and glanced at me: "Is it the second master calling?" ”

I nodded, and utility nodded, "Don't take it." ”

I put my phone on silent, put it in my pocket, sighed and said, "You don't know the temper of the second master, now I don't answer his calls, he will have to clean me up when he turns back." ”

Practical smiled: "Of course I know his temperament, that's why I won't let you answer the phone." I guess he'll text you after a while, and don't reply. ”

"Sixth uncle, you're hurting me."

"I'm saving you."

"Help me? I don't quite understand that. ”

"With your mallet head, I don't think you can figure it out. Alright, don't stand there stupidly, come over and help! ”

I shook my head helplessly and ran over to help with the cooking.

It didn't take long for the first table of guests to arrive, because the ingredients were already ready, and it didn't take too long to stir-fry the dishes on the table.

When the last plate of stir-fried food was served, I also specially instructed: "You go to Lao Wanna to have a look." ”

Ever since the scorching dust came, I was always concerned about the situation of the roast duck restaurant, and when I heard him say this, I rushed into the yard quickly, and as soon as I put down the plate, I quickly unbuttoned my apron and ran towards the roast duck restaurant.

At this time, it was already the end of work, if in the past, it was more than twelve o'clock at noon, it was the most prosperous time for the business of the roast duck restaurant, but today there are only a few scattered customers at the door of the store, Mr. Chi moved a small Mazha, sitting next to the door of the store, still holding a needle and thread, I don't know what he is doing.

I walked up to him, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "What are you doing?" ”

Before he could wait for anything, a miserable scream came from Mr. Chi's side: "Oh my hand!" ”

Then I smelled a faint smell of blood, and when I looked at it, I found that the tip of the needle had entered his fingers, and I used to think that only people were ten fingers connected to the heart, but I didn't expect the fox to be too, he couldn't help the pain, and he held his palms between his knees, and kept shaking his legs.

After a long time, Mr. Chi relieved himself and gave me a very unhappy look: "Can't you be careful, don't you see that I'm doing needlework?" ”

I smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry." ”

As I spoke, I grabbed a pile of linen that he had put on his lap, and saw that several layers of cloth had been threaded together, as if I wanted to put the soles of my shoes.

Looking at Mr. Chi's hand again, there were several bloody holes poked out of his fingers, some of which had been ballasted, and some of which were still bleeding.

I grabbed his other hand, looked at the needle he was pinching in his hand, and couldn't help frowning: "No wonder you have so many holes in your hand, the needle is too thin, and the cloth is too thick, so you don't have a ghost if you don't get hurt." No, I said you do needlework, why don't you even wear a thimble? ”

Mr. Chi looked at me with a puzzled expression: "What's the matter with the thimble?" ”

I said, "It looks like a ring, with little grooves on it, and it's used for the thimble tail." ”

"When you say that, I feel like I've seen that thing, and I'm going to get one another day."

"I said, what are you doing here?"

"Make a pair of shoes for Old Man Wan."

"Have you ever done this kind of work?"

"This is the first time."

Forget it, don't talk to him about these useless things, with his IQ, it is estimated that it will not be a head.

I changed the conversation and asked him, "Why are there so many people in the store today?" ”

Mr. Chi looked up at the two or three customers in the courtyard and said, "I don't know what's going on with you, you were fine yesterday, but business was not good this morning." ”

As he was talking, Uncle Wan came out of the house with an oiled paper bag.

"I've heard your movements for a long time, oh, the roast duck that has just come out of the oven, you can take it back, and I won't charge you today." As he spoke, Uncle Wan stuffed the oiled paper bag to me.

I came out in a hurry, forgot to put on a coat, and now I don't have a penny on me, and I am a little embarrassed for a while.

Uncle Wan seemed to see my embarrassment, and said with a smile: "I said that I won't charge you money today." ”

I smiled dryly and asked casually, "There aren't many customers at the roast duck restaurant today." ”

Uncle Wan nodded: "It's also weird, I'm usually fine, but I don't know what's going on today." Hey, it doesn't matter, I've earned enough this year anyway. What are you doing? ”

As he spoke, Uncle Wan's eyes fell on Mr. Chi.

Mr. Chi hurriedly hid the injured hand behind his back, licked his big face and said, "I didn't do anything!" ”

Uncle Wan pulled his hand over, looked at it, and then frowned: "Why is it injured like this, what are you doing here?" ”

Here, Uncle Wan stared at Mr. Chi's hand, and Mr. Chi quietly hid the needle and thread and the saved cloth.

But there are many old ghosts, and this little action can escape Uncle Wan's eyes, so I saw Uncle Wan quickly lean down and pull out a stack of linen from behind Mr. Chi.

As soon as he saw the pieces of cloth tied up by the threads, he probably guessed what Mr. Chi was going to do, and his face changed several times in a row.

Mr. Chi raised his head and looked at Uncle Wan, and said sullenly, "I want to make you a new pair of shoes." ”

Uncle Wan smiled and sighed: "This stupid child." ”

(End of chapter)