After a long period of tossing, Qian Jing once again avoided prison, and his mother only chose to believe the part of the truth that "this child needs to be taken care of". "Don't try to fool me with words like a future daughter-in-law! Give me a good school, and then start a family! Within ten years, you have to bring me a real grandson or granddaughter back!"

Within 10 years, that's before the age of 29, and there should be no problem. Qian Jing rubbed his arms and head, the place where he was beaten by the soles of his slippers will slowly stop hurting, he has been beaten since he was a child, and to be honest, he is already a little used to it. Mom pulled Qian Jing up alone, and while earning money to support his family, she had to educate him, but Qian Jing has always been a very naughty child, so it is indispensable to slap him on the ass. After the slap is printed, his mother will reason with him, and he must let Qian Jing understand why he was slapped. has been like this since childhood, but now Qian Jing has more time to "figure out what he is wrong".

"This kid is so cute, he was smiling at me just now. Mom hugged Raisa and gently poked her little face with her fingers, soft, tender and elastic. "Can we really raise her?"

"She has no parents anymore, and it is better for us to raise her than to send her to an orphanage. I was in the relevant department before, and she didn't like anyone who hugged her except me, and she cried when she left a little farther. Look how much she likes you, this is fate!" Qian Jing rubbed his shoulders and continued to do the work of persuasion: "Don't worry about the formalities, I have already told Political Commissar Li that it can be done." ”

My mother's face showed worry: "Qian Jing, is it a little inappropriate to always let people from the government do things? You are not a superior, everything is a favor, right? You are just a student, or a part-time worker, what do you use?"

Qian Jing opened his mouth, and suddenly thought of a question and closed it again. Mom is right, this is actually a very simple truth, I just haven't thought of it. The person who can help the relevant departments and can repay is the identity of a salesperson at a white flag grocery store. How can you repay the favor? With the convenience of a white flag grocery store. According to Mr. Liu's theory, this kind of behavior will have a bad effect, causing some of the goals that Qian Jing wanted to accomplish to fail.

It is better to believe that it is there than to believe that it is not. Before Qian Jing could prove that Mr. Liu's theory was wrong, he could only be more careful. Perhaps, the White Flag grocery store is still too small and weak, unlike that kind of large companies and groups, and it can't stand the toss now, so it is particularly sensitive to this kind of thing.

All of the above is inference, but as long as you accept the basic premise of "bad luck for the public and private interests", then the theory and the facts can be connected, and everything makes sense. Qian Jing patted his head, he knew what he needed to do.

"Mom, there are more than 10 million yuan on this card. Don't stare! The money in this is actually transferred to me by the relevant authorities - all the money coming in from other worlds has to go through them - so this money is legal, you can use it with confidence. This is the prize money I got from participating in the competition outside, and I will give it all to you for retirement. You take some money out of it to feed the future...... This child. You just think that her family is very rich, and there are a lot of inheritance problems, and someone is staring at her, and I don't worry about outsiders at all. ”

"This little baby is so pathetic. Mom nodded: "Since this life is by my side, I will take care of her, don't worry." Anyway, I've saved up enough years of pension, so I don't go to work and enter retirement early! I don't seem to be obtrusive at my age to support a child at my age. It's not like when I gave birth to you, that's called trouble......"

Qian Jing pricked up his ears. He rarely heard his mother talk about his birth, and he never heard anything about his father. He grew up in a single-parent family, and the doubts in his heart have always been there, but they are always blocked by "I don't want to explain to you". Mom has always been very strict-mouthed, and when she is annoyed by the question, she will let him be punished.

This time, my mother looked at Qian Jing with a wry smile on her face: "Since this topic has been talked about, and you are all adults, then I won't sell Guanzi." Qian Jing, you remember, you don't have a father. This is not rhetoric or perfunctory, but fact. Just remember four words: you don't have a father. ”

"Uh, you're saying I'm the same as Jesus?" Qian Jing scratched his head: "Anakin Skywalker doesn't seem to have a father either." Qian Jing even thought that the latter had also broken his hand......

"You can pull it down!" Mom waved her hand, "It's very strange, I don't want to think about it all my life." However, since aliens and other worlds exist, and you have seen them, then tell you about it, and I think you can accept it. Well, so be it!"

Qian Jing wanted to know more, but his mother just shook her head and told him, "The whole truth is just four words: you don't have a father." Oh, don't leak it out, save yourself being a weirdo. ”

Qian Jing felt as if he had an answer, but the answer also led to more questions, and this time even his mother didn't answer it. Being treated as a weirdo or something, Qian Jing doesn't care, but he has long been used to it. As a child raised by a single parent, he had as many visions as he had as much pain as he had. Imagine that your father is a bad guy so that you can be happy with the status quo, imagine that your father is just an ordinary person so that you can look forward to living like everyone else, and imagine that your father is a big man, rich, powerful or famous, so that you can indulge in pleasure and horror at the same time.

He didn't like the answer "no dad", which meant that all previous fantasies were wrong. But he had to accept the answer, just as his mother needed to accept Raisa. In fact, she also had questions: "My last child didn't have a father, and this one is like this, why is this happening? Is it because I have had such an experience before?"

Everyone has unanswered questions, but life goes on. Mom left Laisha behind, and she didn't let Qian Jing worry about the rest of the matter, she would contact Li Changshou to solve the trivial problems. After that, she will find an opportunity to quit her job and go to Qian Jing. "I've got to watch you study, and I've got to watch you don't make any more moths!" Qian Jing understood, and then returned to the White Flag grocery store the next day—back and forth.

The White Flag grocery store became quiet, like a small shop in the depths of an alley that no one cared about, and "open doors" were just a state. The commercial complex next door is getting taller and taller and has already begun to rush to top out, and the busy construction site is in stark contrast to the small courtyard next door.

Hu Kar hasn't come back yet, the ghost is still possessed by Laisha, Mr. Liu is no longer there, and the door of the store is still open. He opened the door and let in the hot and dry air outside, bringing in a little dust and popularity by the way. It's a little annoying to open the blinds and let the sunlight shine on the colorful wrappers of the goods on the shelves.

There are no customers, no store manager, and there is only one salesperson at the front desk plus back office. If it was in the past, Qian Jing might have picked up a magic book and started learning, or practiced painting techniques or something like that. After talking to Mr. Yoo, he decided to change his habits and take care of the White Flag grocery store first.

Draw stickmen and have them sweep the shelves, and patrol the warehouse to check if the inventory and registration are up to date and look for anything that is about to expire. And he himself was not idle, he found a rag to wash it, and wiped the ash on the bronze statue of Guan Erye with his own hands, striving to make it look spotless. Qian Jing still clearly remembers the power of the knife when he was forced into a desperate situation by the electric lizard, and Guan Erye rushed over to rescue.

More than a dozen pieces of work were carried out at the same time, and the physical consumption was very large, and Qian Jing was already out of breath when he finished wiping the bronze statue. He scanned the storefront and saw the cash register and suddenly thought, "I don't seem to be standing behind the counter." ”

Usually no one comes in to buy anything, and the store as a whole is simply a decoration, so Qian Jing has never been to the cashier's position. It's close to the door, and you can see the courtyard outside through the window as long as you look at one side. The same window brings in the scorching sunlight outside, so it's not a good location. Qian Jing stood here, purely with a "sudden rise of responsibility" at work.

"What's the other work in the shop?" Qian Jing began to want to learn magic and practice painting again. Before that, though, he decided to take a look at the White Flag's system and then give Mr. Liu a call and ask if there was anything going on. Just as he turned on the system, a progress bar popped up in front of him.

The progress bar doesn't have a title, so it's not known what project it is. The naked eye can see that the progress is slowly advancing, and it is currently about 10 percent. The switch system interface does not affect the progress bar, Qian Jing tried to move the position, and found that as long as he left the cash register area, the progress bar began to retract.

"Huh, I didn't mention this kind of thing in the salesperson exam?" Qian Jing became interested, and stood firmly in the cashier position, preferring to be exposed to the sun rather than leaving, just to see what would happen when the progress bar was full. When it was about 60 percent, and one side of Qian Jing's face was already ten degrees hotter than the other, he finally thought that he could pull down the blinds, why was he drying himself?

After standing for 40 minutes, the progress bar finally fills up, and then a "+1" pops up, and a new progress bar is opened. Qian Jing was stunned for a while, and almost wanted to slap the table! What the hell is this? Is it just to satisfy people's desire to look at the progress bar? That "+1" still floats on the interface of the white flag system, like an annoying bay window advertisement. Qian Jing endured it for a while, and finally clicked it.

The "+1" disappeared, a Harley-Davidson stopped outside the door, and a big man got out of the car and walked straight in. He wore a sweat-absorbing white towel around his neck, a vest and a thick belt underneath, and insisted on wearing leather pants on such a hot day. This person's arms are thicker than Qian Jing's thighs, his muscles are hidden under the fat, his expression is hidden under his beard, and his eyes are hidden under the sunglasses.

"Welcome. "What else can Qian Jing say? I'm sorry that you're not welcome here, mainly because I'm afraid I won't be able to beat you?" The cold soda is in the refrigerator in the back corner, and you can't drink alcohol on a motorcycle. ”

"When did the White Flag reopen? I wouldn't know if it hadn't been for the people in the relevant departments. The motorcyclist looked Qian Jing up and down: "Who is the store manager now?"

"Generation...... The manager is Mr. Yanagi Cheng Jinyanagi. Qian Jing felt that it was better not to say the word "agent", lest people ask again, and then involve Laisha and cause trouble again. "Is there anything you need to serve?"

"Yes. The store is decorated like this, where is your phone? ”

There are a few telephones in the back lounge, but outsiders can't get in. So the phone he's referring to will only be the old-fashioned phone under the cash register. The White Flag grocery store has its own landline number, but Qian Jing has never called it. When he put the phone on the counter, the salesperson system pops up a sentence "Is it a toll phone mode?"

Of course, there is a fee. Qian Jing immediately chose yes. The guest took the phone, and his thick fingers could not be inserted into the dial pad, so he could only press and turn in circles. Qian Jing listened to the sound of "Boom-Ding Ling Ling; Boom-Ding Bell Ring" ringing repeatedly, this phone number must have more than 30 people, and it is rare for a strong man to have such a good memory.

"Hey, dead cow? it's me, fat cow! yes, yes, it's not easy to get in touch again, it's great that you're still alive! How are you doing over there?" the strong man untied the towel around his neck as he said on the phone, and quickly wiped the corners of his eyes while wiping the top of his bare head. Seeing this, Qian Jing was embarrassed to stand next to him and eavesdrop. He walked to the far end of the shelf, a spot where he could be seen from afar.

After a while, the call ended, and the strong man called Qian Jing over. You can hear that there are still traces of hoarseness and choking in his voice. "Do you have a pen and paper? I want to place a manifest. ”

Qian Mirror always carries a pen and paper with him, which is used for drawing and can also be used to "place orders". He watched as the strong man bent over the glass table next to the cash register and kept writing and drawing, and soon filled the front and back of the two pages.

"Well, that's what we need for now. If the white flag can be completed, I will place more orders depending on the situation. He took out a UnionPay credit card and put it on the table: "The limit of this card is enough, complete this list first." ”

"Wait, I'll ask the store manager first, and then I'll reply to you, please wait a minute. Qian Jing learned to be smart this time, and quickly took out his mobile phone to dial Mr. Liu's number. The phone rang three times, and then it was detained. Immediately afterwards, Qian Jing saw Mr. Liu get out of the taxi and walk into the yard.

"Little calf, I haven't seen you for a long time, but it's stronger! Where did your family move, I couldn't find it!" Mr. Liu walked in and slapped the strong man on the shoulder. Qian Jing had never seen such a happy smile on Mr. Liu's face, it was a kind of expression mixed with kindness and joke when he met his favorite junior. "How are you doing?"

"Everyone in the family is good. We met an enemy before, so we all moved out and hid. Don't worry, it's been a long time, but it's finally settled, and I'm ready to go out and ride my motorcycle again. Mr. Liu, congratulations on becoming the store manager, I happen to have a list here. ”

Mr. Liu took the two pieces of paper and glanced at them, and then handed them to Qian Jing: "Take the order, there is no problem." ”

"Oh, that's great. I've put it here, I still have something to do, this time I'll say goodbye first, and I'll come back next time I have time!"

"He's afraid that I'll check his kung fu, and he's been beaten up a lot before. Mr. Liu saw Qian Jing's question, so he took the initiative to explain: "You see that he is in his twenties and at most thirty, but he is actually about fifty years old." His ancestors were infected with zombie poison, which has been passed down from generation to generation, and his body is different from ordinary people. ”

"Is this list okay then?"

"It's no problem for the white flag," Mr. Liu looked at Qian Jing, "but for you, there may be a problem." ”