"Here, and here!"

"There's a pit under the table, are you all blind?

"And the carpet, the black carpet? Hurry up and roll it out, do you want the big man to walk on the dirt floor?"

The little mouse in the cyan vest walked back and forth in the small shop with his hands behind his back and a powerful square step, waving his arms from time to time, shouting loudly, and arranging various receptions.

A group of rats in the same cyan vest surrounded it, and from time to time a few rats rushed out, adjusting the layout and shortcomings of the store according to the wishes of the green-skinned mouse.

Zheng Qing crossed his arms and stood on the side of the counter, watching coldly.

Fat Xin stood on the other side of the counter, guarding the rows of cages by the wall, carefully watching the every move of the uninvited customers in the store. There is also a fat cat group, which also left the hard table at this moment, lying on the fat man's head, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, casually looking at the noisy mice, and the chubby cat face faintly showed a hint of ridicule.

Since a few minutes ago, Jingle Ear informed them of their intentions, and after a brief discussion with his companions, Zheng Qing conditionally agreed to all the reasonable demands of the rats - they were also guests, and they had a reason to ask for all this.

This clear tacit understanding finally collapsed after Jingle Ear arranged for rats to lay a black carpet inside and outside the store. The young student had to clear his throat and take a step forward, blocking the front of the rats.

"Ahem," he said, standing on tiptoe, crouching on his heels, his hands on the ground, and trying to look down into Jingle Ear's eyes, "I need to warn you...... Wizards don't use black carpets. When they celebrate the holidays, they only use red carpets if they need to use them. ”

Originally, he was waving his arms and pointing at the country, and his high-spirited Jingdong ears were stunned when he heard the words. After a while, he turned his head and looked at his companion, and said in surprise, "Is that so?"

"It seems to be. ”

"That's right!"

"Yes, that's right, we rats are not like wizards. ”

The green vest rats around it nodded their heads and echoed.

This conclusion made Jingle Ears' face a little awkward—especially when it thought of the black carpet in a huge office.

However, this is not the rat world underneath after all.

This is the surface, a world with a yellow moon and a red sun, a world of wizards.

Walking in such a world, the weak rat people must learn to compromise.

"In that case, let's change it to a red carpet. Tinker Bell nodded reluctantly, and its long tail was retracted from mid-air, looping around its waist twice, tying a dead knot.

Hearing this, several mice wearing green vests immediately re-rolled up the black carpet that had just been laid a few meters away, rolled it into a bucket, and then carried it on their shoulders, and left in a hurry along the black cave that had been 'expanded' to a foot high along the corner of the wall. I believe that in a few minutes, a group of equally busy green vest rats will rush back with a roll of red carpet.

After pointing out the inconsistent aesthetics with the mice, Zheng Qing did not continue to interfere with their subsequent adjustment work, but stood up straight, sighed, and looked around.

In the small shop, one or two mice in red vests crawled over the otherwise clean walls around them—whether it was the baseboard at the bottom, the plaster statue at the top, or the ceiling headlamps with soft light, and the surface of the furniture covered in purple and black lacquer—the red vest rats were everywhere.

After seeing a red vest mouse kick over a mahogany pony and then leave a few strange nicks on it with its little paws, the young student finally couldn't contain his curiosity and looked at Jingle Bell's ears.

"Can you ask what they're doing?" the wizard kindly suggested, "Or, if they're looking for something, tell us...... There is no need to be so rude at all. ”

"They?" Jingle Ear craned his neck, looked at the mouse in the red vest next to the little maza, and pouted, "Oh, they're not the same system as us...... They belong to the internal guards and are responsible for the security of the big shots. ”

"You don't think we're going to let the big guys inspect your little shop without any security checks. ”

Zheng Qing struggled to contain the urge to roll his eyes - God knows how hard he had to fight back from complaining about the strange idea of these little mice. Half a year as a wizard has honed his will and given him enough patience to accept any seemingly weird ordinary things that come across in life.

Yes, that sounds weird.

But that's normal, isn't it? It's a wizarding world, after all.

Jingle Ear didn't care about the young wizard's inner entanglement, and still happily arranged the reception of the green vest mice, suddenly, it raised its head, looked at Zheng Qing, and said curiously: "By the way, I've been curious just now, how did you know Ding Dong Ear? That little fool rarely comes to the wizarding world, right......?" And it looks like you know me, too, but I don't remember seeing you. ”

"But your eyes look familiar. ”

When Zheng Qing heard this, he was stunned for a while before he reacted.

Indeed, whether he is dealing with Dingdong Ears or Dingdong Ears, he uses the identity of a black cat. Especially Jingle Ears, when I was quietly tracking it with a pair of red eyes, I must have left a very deep impression on it.

And now in the house, he happens to be wearing no sunglasses.

It's just that being caught by a little mouse in such a tiny detail always gives people a peculiar feeling.

"Ah, wizards, there's always one way or another. The young student muttered vaguely and changed the subject: "Driver, when will your big man arrive......?

As he spoke, he pretended to take out the silver pocket watch in his arms, pressed the lid open, stared at the ticking hands on the dial, and frowned slightly: "...... It is now the end of the hour, and there is less than a quarter of an hour left, and it is the hour. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, good days, good days, I know this, old Huang Li!" Jingle Ear's attention was easily diverted by the young wizard, and he said with an enthusiastic excuse: "I remember talking to you about this with a short wizard and a black cat, and you chose a good day today...... Smooth sailing, Yi'anjia real estate market open, is indeed a good day. But I don't know how you know how to determine the right time, can you teach me?"

"If there's time!" a slightly grumpy voice came from the door.

Dr. Xiao held his notebook, stood at the door, his neck stretched out, and looked at Zheng Qing: "If you can, I suggest you come outside now...... Some guests have already arrived. In the house, just leave Xin with Tuan Tuan. ”