"You...... Are you ready?" the heart demon seemed to ask, but did not give Qian Yang a chance to answer.

The boundless black mist enveloped the entire sea of knowledge, and Qian Yang completely lost consciousness at this moment.

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The snow has been clear for a long time, and the sunshine that has not been seen for a long time lazily spills into the hustle and bustle of the streets. The people on the street walked a little quickly, but their faces were filled with a rare joy.

I walked out of the company with a big red notebook, and the smile on my face had not faded, but who knew that an inexplicable biting cold wind actually drilled into my neck lightly. I couldn't help but tighten my collar and shut the uninvited cold air in the space between my body and my clothes, trying to melt the bitter cold with my hot body.

The end of the year is approaching, and the flavor of the year is getting stronger.

The people on the street were busy preparing for the New Year, and I finally ushered in my only holiday of the year on the 29th day of the Lunar New Year. The sense of ease and pleasure of saying goodbye to intense work is what I have been looking forward to since the seventh day of the last Lunar New Year.

Of course I love the holidays, but that doesn't mean I don't like work. On the contrary, I have an extraordinary love for my job.

As the technical backbone of the company, this job that I have been engaged in for ten years has not only brought me a lot of income, but also brought me a great sense of honor and satisfaction.

As soon as I thought of this, I couldn't help but open the big red book in my hand again, and looking at the gilded characters on it, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Comrade Yin Le performed extremely well in this year's 'Cash Final Rescue and Fruit Special Picking' activity and was named a gold medal picker. This is hereby issued to encourage ——Home of the Pickers"

That's right, my name is Yin Le, and I'm a picker.

And I am not an ordinary picker, but an elite in the company, a leader in the industry, known as the gold medal picker. This big red certificate is proof of this!

Today is the last day of the working day, and the company has just held a grand annual meeting, and this certificate is my biggest gain at the annual meeting.

Of course, in today's era, at the end of the year, just issuing a certificate of award is certainly not enough to express the company's attention and dependence on employees. At the same time that I received this certificate, a large amount of money had been transferred to my mobile phone.

Times are moving so fast. I still remember that at last year's annual meeting, my prize money was still a thick stack of 100 yuan bills, but this year, it has become mobile phone payment without professional ethics.

To be honest, I still prefer to receive cash. And I'm sure my colleagues also find it a little weird when they receive bonuses on their phones.

In the past, when people went out, they had to carry some cash with them, and those who were well-dressed were eager to take all their possessions with them.

But now?

There are so many people who dare to wander around the world with three or five dollars in their pockets, and today, even our picker company has begun to stop using cash, which is really terrible! I really worry that it will not be long before the great profession of pickers, with an ancient heritage, will be drowned in the long river of history.

Okay, let's not talk about these heart-stopping things. I'm going to visit my father in the hospital now, and if nothing else, I'm supposed to spend the whole Chinese New Year with him in the hospital.

The hospital is not as convenient as at home, and many things are not so convenient. Although it is a New Year, it is also

It's all about simplicity. And as far as our grandfather and son are concerned, there are no outsiders, I think a lot of things that are more formal than the connotation should not be, as long as I buy some of his favorite things for my father, it will be considered New Year's goods!

When it comes to what my father loves to eat, it's simple, the old man is a vegetarian through and through, he doesn't touch any chicken, duck and fish, and he doesn't even want to touch a little oil star, and almost lives on boiled vegetable leaves and fresh fruits.

I don't agree with his eating habits, and I don't want to cultivate immortals, as for being like this, but the old man has insisted on it for many years, and I can't do anything about it.

Then buy some fruit! Pick the good ones! Buy the expensive ones!

The old man has such a hobby, and when he is a son, he will naturally not be reluctant to buy a little money from fruits. Besides, how much can it cost to buy fruit?

After going around the fruit supermarket near my unit, I took a few large bags of fruit and boarded the bus to Qingshan County.

Probably because of the Chinese New Year, as early as half a month ago, the people in the city have seen a decrease, and it is rare to see empty seats on the subway. But who would have thought that this bus to the suburbs seemed to be much more crowded than before, and I had to start worrying about the safety of those fragile fruits in my hands.

At this point, I had to retract what I had just said, which was the phrase "How much can you buy fruit!"

After a lot of effort, I squeezed myself into a barely comfortable position, at least the bag in my hand would not be crowded by life, and the rest was a boring journey.

The hospital where my father lives is in Qingshan County, and it takes about an hour to get there by bus. Out of boredom, perhaps out of professional habit, I turned my back to the car window and began to look at the various "neighbors" around me.

On the chair to my right sat a girl dressed in fancy clothes, the white thighs between the boots and the short skirt were conspicuous in the winter, and the facial features under the heavy makeup had long been unable to see the original appearance, only the occasional crow's feet at the corners of the eyes seemed to insist on telling the vicissitudes of life and dust.

To my left was a really elderly aunt, and if I'm not mistaken, when I got in the car, she was the one who raised her elbow and pushed me hard against the waist. I don't know how she got into this habit, and I don't want to know.

In front of me was the back of a middle-aged man, who was obviously more interested than the two ladies next to me.

This guy is not badly tall, he looks at least half a head taller than me, but his slightly fat body can give people a sense of fitness on the back of a tiger.

Of course, I can easily see with my eyesight that he is indeed blessed, but not really strong. But I believe that in the eyes of most people, this guy's figure should be the kind of perfection that can be compared to the martial arts stars in the movie, exuding male hormones everywhere.

If I'm not mistaken, the root cause of this illusion is the crisp suit that this guy wears with an extremely fine cut and excellent slim fit.

I don't do much research on suits. But from my pretty good aesthetic point of view, I think this dude's suit could at least easily be exchanged for a bus like the one we were on, and it was brand new.

I sit on the bus a lot, but it's really rare to see someone with such a net worth on the bus. I couldn't help but poke my head forward to see what kind of face I looked like with this suit so that it wouldn't be out of place.

Coincidentally, this guy tilted his head at this time, allowing me to see a side face with nine points of unpleasantness.

Sure enough, there is no sense of disobedience.

The old man sniffled vigorously, and the unhappiness on his face increased a little. Obviously, the unpleasant smell of the car made him a little uncomfortable.

It's good to be winter!, and I'm secretly glad for this fellow.

I looked down and saw the flat leather bag tucked under his armpit. The bag didn't look like anything special, it was just the kind of bad street, but with my eye, I could easily see a dazzling carved flower on the zipper.

Half a step back without a trace, I pressed my back against the window and bent down slightly.

"Hah!

I couldn't help but smile, but it's hard to tell why I'm so happy.

Maybe it's because I've finally found the lucky enough to be in the same car with this expensive guy, or maybe it's because I'm gloating?

Guess what I saw?

Just under this dude's purse, there is a long, neat cut!

I hooked the corners of my mouth again.

Seeing it now, I think I can already make up what a sad day this guy has experienced.

Let me make it up!

Today is a sunny day, a successful person climbed out of the gentle township early in the morning, ate a loving breakfast, and then was gently put on a suit, picked up a small leather bag, and then picked a suitable car out of the door.

When he arrived at his destination, parked the car, and went to deal with some high-end affairs that he couldn't think of. Of course, it may just be a private business that can only be done in person's presence, such as ...... Divorce, bank card loss, replacement of 5G card, who knows!

After all, this old man met someone he shouldn't have met when dealing with some things, and then he was very painful to find that there was a long opening on his beloved little bag, and the contents of the bag had naturally disappeared.

Let me think about what he should have in his bag?

The car keys must be there, and the mobile phone should be there too, otherwise he wouldn't be on this bus. What about the others?wallet? I really can't say this, now this year, the wallet is also on the verge of elimination, a few days ago I heard that the boss of a wallet production factory surnamed Huang can't maintain the factory, and finally ran away with his sister-in-law.

Anyway, this guy must have lost his car keys and phone, and maybe some other miscellaneous things. The car couldn't drive, and no one else could be contacted for a while, so in the end it could only be reduced to the point of crowding the bus.

As for where did the money come from? Maybe there was some change in the mezzanine of the bag? Or maybe he got it from the bowl of a beggar on the street? Or did he endure the shame and let some of the young lady he met ask him to take a ride?

Okay, I'll admit I'm a little bored, but it's more of a curiosity.

I'm interested in the guy who opened his bag. The layman may not think so, but as a gold medal picker, I guarantee that the smooth and unusually smooth and strange angle on the bag, without extraordinary talent and more than ten years of hard work, will never be able to achieve such perfection.

Moreover, this highly skilled colleague will come out to work on the twenty-ninth day of the new year, and this enthusiasm for this work cannot but make me deeply admire it from the bottom of my heart.

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