Zuo Yunshan, who came downstairs first, sat on the sofa far away from the service desk in the hall. At half past ten, there were very few people in this mixed place at the moment. In front of her, a young foreign woman was reading the newspaper with her legs crossed; Opposite, an elderly foreign couple whispered to each other. Japanese people are all men.

Ye Ya got off the elevator and walked to the checkout at the service desk. The slightly chubby body looks a little funny. She wasn't fat. From her size, Zuo Yunshan felt the majesty of her upper-class wife. Even now, it must be the case in the eyes of others.

He looked at Ye Ya from a distance as if nothing had happened. It was as if she had turned her face and gestured to this side. She paid. Probably a foreign passenger plane arrived, and a group of crew members and flight attendants gathered in front of the service desk.

When entering and exiting the hotel, they both separated and did not walk in the lobby or take the elevator together, because that would inevitably lead to being seen. Compared with Zuo Yunshan, Ye Ya was more worried. She was afraid of being bumped into by a friend or her husband's acquaintance, but Zuo Yunshan had no scruples.

Ye Ya settled the account, turned her head to look at this side with her handbag, and nodded slightly. Zuo Yunshan nodded quietly.

After Ye Ya went out of the turnstile door, Zuo Yunshan sat on the sofa for another 10 minutes, waiting until Ye Ya took a taxi away.

He is still immersed in the luxurious atmosphere of a first-class hotel. The lobby of the Rich Hall transports people's hearts into a world of ephemeral elegance and evokes a sense of contempt for the privileges of the poor, which is much in common with the beauty salon's business policy of intoxicating customers. The cream-colored walls with carvings are inlaid with several long glass mirrors and the ceiling is hung with ornate crowned lights. The Rococo hall is adorned with small, 19th-century replicas – a beauty room where the ladies are shy and pretentious in their service. These are all included in the blueprint of Zuoyun Mountain. He remembered his high school classmate Xiao Meng, and heard that he also used women as ladders to climb up.

"After you open a store, anyone can do it, but you can't receive Wei Chun!"

Ye Ya's voice echoed in her ears.

The big woman's feeling was not dull, and Wei Chun's current situation was no different from the situation before Ye Ya fell into his hands. This tall and beautiful 27-year-old woman is very necessary for Zuo Yunshan.

She is said to have rented an expensive apartment, was well-dressed, spoke elegantly, socialized with celebrities, and had a hint of contempt for them in her speech. It all stems from her profession.

Wei Chun's "career" is exactly what Zuo Yunshan needs, and it will be of great use in the future.

10 minutes passed. Zuo Yunshan slowly stood up and walked out of the turnstile door. Taxis are parked outside the door. Tall buildings retreated, and the streets were bustling to the rear.

After thirty or forty minutes, Zuo Yunshan was in a completely different world. Time and space are not connected. There is no bird's-eye view of the city from the high-rise buildings, only the small houses with small facades crowded into narrow alleys, the desert night sky is oppressive, and the moon does not know where to hide.

There is no elevator here, only a narrow and dilapidated iron staircase attached to the outside of the apartment; There are no turnstiles, just single doors with peeling paint.

I opened the door and there was a note on the floor.

On the paper with the words "Qiwen Beauty Room" printed on the corner, there is a pencil message: "Please come to my house for breakfast tomorrow." Liu Mei"

It's the hostess. This is a kind of "favor" to the employees of the store. Probably sent by the maid in the shop. Zuo Yunshan tore up the note.

He sat on the bed, smoking a cigarette for a long time. The ceiling is dark, the door is covered with smudges, and next to a crude table in the corner is a combination bookcase, which contains "Physics and Chemistry", "Skin Science", "Physiological Anatomy", "Sanitary Regulations", "Disinfection Law", "Infectious Diseases", "Beauty Theory", "Beauty Dermatology", "The Latest Hairstyle Collection", "The Feeling of Hairstyles", "Murano Hairstyling Tips", "My Technical Secrets", "Skill Tutorials" and several other thick books, all of which are carefully written by beauty experts. The rest were stacked with a number of women's clothing magazines, entertainment magazines, etc., and the rest were eight complete books of Chinese literature as gifts from customers.

Compared to the hotel room, it is still quiet here, after all, it is your own room. But this is by no means satisfying.

The sound of the door opening the door came from the neighboring room.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Zuo Yunshan, are you back? The door was loud.

Opening the door, a man in his 30s with long unkempt hair entered, with a chubby, swollen face and a pair of black-rimmed round glasses, a fashionable red checked sweater, a pair of khaki work pants underneath, and red and blue paint on his knees.

"Ah, it's Ye Gang."

Zuo Yunshan greeted him with a smile. Ye Gang is the next-door neighbor.

"I heard a noise here, I guess you're back."

Ye Gang walked into the house. He was a bit of a water snake, and when he entered the house, he sat down in a chair in a big way. Because of high myopia, a pair of eyeballs under the glasses are raised high. He looked at Zuo Yunshan with his eyes and said with a smile:

"I'm working from home alone, and I'm always looking forward to your return."

He smoked fiercely, and his crooked teeth were blackened.

"Mrs. hasn't come back yet?"

The alarm clock on the table was past half past eleven.

"I called 20 minutes ago and said I would buy something to eat and I'll be back shortly."

Ye Gang's wife's name is He Zhi, who works in a bar.

"She bought bread with fried meat, and she knew I was hungry. Why don't you come and eat with us? ”

"Thank you. You are so blessed to have a good wife! ”

"She's very capable, and I don't want her to do what she does. Well, I'll think about it again, and I'll have to deal with it for the time being. ”

"Come on, I see that you have worked hard a lot, and you will do it here tonight?"

"I'm painting a poster, and I'm getting a prize, and the rest of the odd work will be done in the evening."

"You're so capable"

"Competent? Where do you get the money if you don't do it? I had no choice but to work hard. Oh, that way, it can also improve the level. ”

Ye Gang came to Nanguang four years ago and drew for the printing house in a pattern design shop. He came to Namguang with the ambition of aspiring to engage in commercial graphic design, which was his wish when he was in college. He has won several awards in the Essay Contest with Prize-winning Designs. His aspiration is to become a first-class pattern designer in Namguang.

Ye Gang has not been lucky. There is no shortage of people in Nanguang who are proficient in this way, and the market is occupied by them, and it is difficult for a little-known local pattern designer to find a hole to penetrate this closed and tight circle of influence. Now, he takes on odd jobs from the pattern designers he knows.