Monday, early in the morning, with rain.

In the dimly lit room, Guan Chen sat at the table.

On the table was the things he had prepared for work. There are newly bought clothes, a grip device that you can take out to practice for a while, a few banknotes of different denominations, a book that you have read on and off for a week, and a screwdriver.

Looking at the screwdriver that he sharpened, Guan Chen remembered a little brother who graduated from college in his previous life.

That little brother is weak in fights, but likes to talk. He once said that the first primitive man in the world to use wooden sticks was not the smartest one, but the one who needed it the most. In order to improve the survival rate, humans have now had the tools.

Guan Chen felt that he was the primitive man who needed a wooden stick. He took a knife, a throwing stick, and everything that could make the other person fall, all in order to survive.

And these things, once you pick them up, you can't put them down.

Unless, like the little brother who graduated from college, his hands were cut off and he couldn't hold things at all, he could really let go and quit this business.

When he arrived in this world, Guan Chen felt that this was a good opportunity for him to put down the knife.

Guan Chen looked at the screwdriver for a while, and finally sighed, slowly wrapped it in newspaper, and solemnly put it on the ground.

I couldn't find the knife shop yesterday, and Guan Chen reflected on it after he came back. My current identity is a scholar, and a scholar must look like a scholar, can't he not hold a knife?

Guan Chen picked up a pen.

When I opened the cap, the tip of the pen shimmered with a cold light, and it looked like it had been slightly polished.

"This is a good fit." Guan Chen smiled. A murder weapon disguised as a fountain pen is both elegant, practical, and camouflaged. It's very suitable for the book to set him.

"Be prepared." Guan Chen put down the pen and prepared to put the things on the table into a plastic bag one by one. He didn't have a bag, so he had to use the scavenger suit, a plastic bag, to hold his things.

"Knock knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Guan Chen's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to wipe it on the table, and the pen was hidden in his sleeve with his backhand. He stood up cautiously and asked outside the door, "Who?" ”

"It's me, Dever." The garbage boy's voice rang out outside the door.

Guan Chen lowered his guard and walked over to open the door.

Every morning before going to school, the garbage boy will help him take the garbage away and throw it away.

The door opened, and sure enough, it was the garbage boy.

"Good morning, big brother!" The garbage boy bowed and asked early, which can show that the effect of the usual training is very good.

Normally, Guan Chen would happily hand over a bag of garbage, or a can of milk.

But today things are a little different.

Guan Chen saw two people behind the garbage boy. Two men in police uniforms.

In an instant, the heart tightens from the outer edges, and the blood flow through the whole body accelerates violently, especially to the hands and feet.

Guan Chen thought that the East Window incident had happened, and almost ran away.

But the pen in his hand reminded him that he was now a scholar who was good at staying at home, and that he had no window or anything to do, so he didn't need to run away at all. And there are voices of neighbors in the hallway, proving that this is not a arrest operation - the police usually evacuate innocent passers-by to protect them before the operation to avoid harming innocent people.

Sure enough, when the two police officers saw Guan Chen, they did not rush up to control him.

Officer A asked, "Is it Guan Chen?" ”

Guan Chen nodded, his gaze lingering on the stun gun on the opponent's waist for a moment.

The neighbors muttered to each other, asking each other if Guan Chen had committed something.

"They came yesterday, but you're not home, so I'll ask them to come early this morning." The garbage boy had a praising look on his face.

Guan Chen patted him on the shoulder kindly. Good boy, I was almost identified by you.

Although the police officers got Guan Chen's nod, it was not enough, they had to look at their ID cards. Guan Chen took out his ID card, and after the police confirmed that it was correct, he handed over a few things.

Guan Chen took a look and found that it was a certificate of merit, a small certificate, and a small envelope.

"This is a certificate and a bonus from the city government." The officer explained.

The content of the award certificate is that Guan Chen was not afraid of the fire that was difficult to rescue a few days ago, so this letter is hereby issued.

The booklet is this certificate, and the cover is written in gold on a red background [Demon City Righteous and Courageous Personnel].

Inside the envelope was a check with the number 50,000 on it.

Guan Chen was surprised, he didn't expect Yiyong to take so much money. He originally thought that the waiver of medical fees and hospitalization fees would be a reward.

Guan Chen's occupational illness attacked, and he thought about it, [Then I will have no money in the future, will I rely on this to make money?] It's not too easy for him to fake such an event.

But he quickly dispelled this idea, not only because he was good, but also because he thought that even he wanted this kind of loophole, and there was no reason why others could not think of it, and it was impossible for the strip to be defenseless.

The public only paid his medical bills before, but there was nothing else to say, and it should be that the cause of the fire in the apartment was still being investigated. came over today, most of the investigation was over and the suspicion that he directed and acted by himself was ruled out.

"Thank you two for your hard work." Guan Chen thanked the officer.

The officer smiled and shook his head, indicating that you were welcome.

After they left, the garbage boy also went to school.

Guan Chen returned to the house and carefully looked at the things he had just gotten.

He wasn't particularly happy with the sudden extra 50,000 dollars. The money he had handled in his previous life was ten times and a hundred times that of this amount, a mere 50,000 yuan, which was just enough to make him happy last week. Now he pays more attention to spiritual happiness.

For example, that certificate made him very happy.

The certificate of righteousness and courage is almost equal to a [good person certificate].

Guan Chen plans to carry this certificate with him. If you meet a nosy citizen like Director Zhou of "Tonight" last week, he takes out the certificate and lights it up, the misunderstanding will be naturally resolved, and the other party will definitely kneel down and kowtow to apologize guiltily.

Guan Chen became happy when he thought about it.

Look at the time, it's almost half past seven, it's too late, it's time to exercise.

Guan Chen closed the door, went to the park to exercise for two hours, and came back without hurrying to take a shower, put on new clothes, and prepare to be clean and refreshed to work.

At this time, his mood was a bit similar to the nervousness before the spring outing in elementary school, both looking forward to it, but also worried that he would feel disappointed when he reached the goal.

Guan Chen called a taxi and went over according to the address on Xie Jinzhu's business card. He searched his destination last night before going to bed, and it wasn't too far from where he lived.

Twenty minutes later, Guan Chen got out of the car, and his eyes were red.

This is probably a street of happy events, and the things that each store sells are basically related to weddings. It seems that the upstream, midstream and downstream of the entire industry are concentrated here.

The ground floor is a brick-and-mortar store. Selling all kinds of wedding dresses from all dynasties and generations; They also sell props for wedding ceremonies, from horse-drawn carriages to braziers, and other items for various local customs.

The second floor is the service industry. Billboards and glass are affixed with the name of the company and the type of service. There are wedding planning, wedding commemorative photo shooting, Xie Jinzhu's studio, and handling prenuptial agreements.

Wait a minute. Guan Chen felt that a very abrupt name suddenly flashed in front of him.

When I looked closely, a window on the second floor was pasted with a few square Song characters of [Xie Jinzhu Studio].

Guan Chen was a little curious, wondering why Xie Jinzhu opened his studio here.

Could it be that the main business of the studio is to pretend to be a guest to support the scene? Or do you want to pretend to be the underworld, accompany the boring son-in-law to act in a scene, and test whether the soon-to-be-married girlfriend only loves his money?

Guan Chen thought as he walked up the stairs.

Standing at the top of the stairs before entering the door, Guan Chen could hear a lively shouting from inside.

"No, no, no, the last time the guest complained, saying that one of you blows a suona like doing white things, and an erhu is like a divorce from a dignitary. Either change the song or change the instrument. ”

"They don't understand it's not aesthetic! We don't change! ”

I could only hear a few voices in the room intertwined, and after a while, the two old men rushed out of the door angrily. Each of them carried a box, and they were very angry, and they glared at Guan Chen when they passed by.

Guan Chen only felt inexplicable, and almost patted them on the head with the [Good Person Certificate] in his pocket.

After the two old men left, the noise inside the door was not over.

"And the two of you. Sing two people on the stage, sing two people turn, you run down and drink the wine, what's the matter with getting yourself drunk? Yours is the real thing. ”

"Hey, I'm not happy, big day, hehe......"

A few seconds later, a man and a woman walked out, with a smile on their faces, and when they passed by Guan Chen, they didn't look at him, but walked downstairs.

Guan Chen reached out and grabbed the door that had not yet been closed, and walked into the studio.

The studio is very space-efficient, in other words, very crowded. Several tables were stacked with piles and piles of papers and manuscripts; There were boxes and boxes of things on the floor; There is also a set of musical instruments in the corner; Some debris appears in various places. The whole studio is like a detective agency that only appears in foreign movies.

At the farthest point from the door, is a large desk.

At the table stood a pair of tall, thin and short men in robes and coats.

Behind the desk, sat a middle-aged man with glasses, with a big belly and a sweaty head. While wiping his sweat with a tissue, he flipped through a notebook and said to the two people in front of the table:

"You did well last time, and the guests commented that it was funny and the atmosphere was very good. Wednesday afternoon, Fengxian Restaurant, don't be late, remember, don't talk about meat jokes. ”

"Okay! Look, this time it's definitely going to be a good review. "One man arches his hand.

"That's right." The other answered.

As soon as Guan Chen heard it, he heard that it was a handful and a teasing, and the two were talking about cross talk.

After the cross talk duo got something they were satisfied with, they walked out of the studio with a smile.

The glasses man at the back of the work noticed Guan Chen and greeted him with a smile: "Guest, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've kept you waiting." ”

Guan Chen asked, "What about your boss?" ”

The eyed man replied, "Not yet." ”

"Okay, then I'll take a look first, take a look first." Guan Chen nodded, put his hands behind his back, and posed as a leader inspecting, looking around here and there.

When the man with glasses saw this posture, he was secretly surprised, thinking that someone terrible was coming, so he immediately invited Guan Chen to sit down on the sofa.

Without waiting for Guan Chen to speak, the man with glasses first introduced the business they operated. That's the wedding emcee, the guest performers, and the live band, who can arrange and connect with the type and style of guests want.

"The emcee has an announcer, a host, and a comedian......

The performers include two-person turn, opera, cross talk, and talk show......

The bands include Chinese music, Chinese music, Western music, mixed and matched, choir ......"

The man with glasses read a long list, pushed his glasses, and said with a smile: "Even if it is in the entertainment industry, we have a way." It's up to you which one you want. ”

"It's kind of interesting, you can talk about it." Guan Chen looked very interested, and planned to ask some in-depth questions, such as what court music is, whether there are any sketch performances, and whether you can invite people who play electronic music......

The man with glasses straightened his sitting posture, answered very enthusiastically, and even made tea and snacks for Guan Chen.

After about ten minutes, Xie Jinzhu arrived at the studio.

The man with glasses immediately greeted him and asked in a low voice, "Who is this?" Say I know you. What the hell is going on? ”

"What's the matter?" Xie Jinzhu scratched his temples in confusion, "He's my newly recruited assistant." ”

"It turned out to be a new assistant ......" The glasses man paused, and pinched the disposable cup in his hand with a "poof".