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Chapter 173: A Bookstore Full of Salted Fish

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    The next morning, Zhou Ze sat on the sofa next to the glass window of the bookstore and read the Yangtze Evening News as usual.

    There is a cup of coffee and a small cake in front of him.

    Boss Zhou's life is just so leisurely, so useless, so unmotivated, just dawdling, just muddling along.

    At the beginning, Xu Qinglang once criticized Zhou Ze that there was no future for living like this, he was too salty, and his rebirth was simply wasted.

    Most importantly, waste your "golden fingernails".

    Then¡­¡­

    Then Xu Qinglang failed to change Boss Zhou and continued to be decadent, instead he was assimilated by Boss Zhou.

    Originally, even if one had more than 20 suites,

    However, the second-generation demolition who still runs his own business and runs a noodle restaurant has not lost his goal in life,

    Slowly bent by Boss Zhou,

    It has also become a salted fish who has started skin care and beauty and knows how to take care of himself.

    In fact, Zhou Ze feels that he is living a good life now. There are many novels in the bookstore, and there are also many rebirth novels.

    The old man looked through these books when he had nothing to do, and then he always said that the boss was different from the people in the book.

    But the old man can also feel relieved, the book, of course it is fake, and the protagonist in the book really spends his days in the sun like his boss,

    Who else is watching?

    Readers come to see you basking in the sun every day, basking in the sun, basking in the sun again, and continuing to bask in the sun?

    The priest in Spiderman's clothes is cleaning. He cleans very carefully, paying attention to every detail. For Zhou Ze's requirements, he can always carry out without any discount.

    Bai Yingying was a little thankful that this "co-worker" was a man, otherwise she would have to face competition again.

    After the old Tao got through the initial hesitation, he also got used to the presence of the priest. Although he could always smell the smell of barbecue when he slept together in the same room at night, he gradually got used to it.

    Now, the old man can finally find some free time to lie down on a sofa like his own boss, drinking small tea, reading little yellow books, and enjoying life leisurely.

    The business during the day has always been very deserted.

    There are no guests either.

    so,

    The owner of the bookstore is basking in the sun and reading the newspaper,

    The old man is drinking tea and reading pornographic books,

    Xu Qinglang is making his own new cocktail,

    Bai Yingying called Glory of the Dead with her mobile phone,

    The little monkey ate the old-fashioned peanuts and lay there to sleep when he was full.

    Up and down the room,

    The smell of salted fish is everywhere,

    It is completely incompatible with the atmosphere of the crowded South Street commercial street outside the house.

    It was not until noon that a guest came to the door.

    Xu Qinglang raised his head and saw a young man entering the door. The man was tall and looked weak, but his face was full of beards. It seemed that something had been neglected recently.

    Xu Qinglang was very dissatisfied when someone disturbed him. He glanced back at the sign saying "Minimum consumption per capita is 100", wondering if his house is not black enough?

    How about changing it to "one thousand" next time?

    Otherwise, there will always be people who feel that they have some money and want to feel the atmosphere of petty bourgeoisie to come in and disturb themselves.

    It's clearly a ghost business, why do living people always join in the fun?

    Sit here for a hundred yuan, read a book, drink some brewed instant coffee or milk tea,

    484 Stupid?

    The man pointed to the wine glass in front of Xu Qinglang, and said:

    "Cocktail."

    Then, the man sat down in front of Xu Qinglang.

    Xu Qinglang nodded. Although he felt uncomfortable being disturbed by others, he was born in the catering industry after all, so he wouldn't do anything to the guests.

    Immediately, a cocktail was quickly prepared and served to the man.

    The man took a sip and was quite satisfied, then he lay down on the edge of the bar, resting his head on his pillow, and just looked at Xu Qinglang like this.

    At first, Xu Qinglang didn't feel anything, but the other party kept lying there, took a sip of wine, then continued to look at him, took another sip of wine, and continued to look at himself.

    Xu Qinglang felt as if he was being served by the other party.

    ? Beautiful and delicious food is used on women, which can be considered as a compliment, but Old Xu has always felt thatDoes your university have room for another person?  ".  "

    "Tsk tsk, this hat is well covered." The old Taoist commented.

    "At that time, it was because the students hung up banners to protest and obstructed our actions. The last incident was left alone and could not go on."

    The man wiped his mouth, then moved the wine glass to the side, and then dared to pat the table vigorously to vent his dissatisfaction:

    "The most heinous thing is that last week, two female students were attacked by a group of stray dogs at school at night. Both of them were bitten and sent to the hospital!

    Then the school pursued the responsibility, which became my responsibility, and fired me directly!  "

    The man patted the table hard again,

    "I don't accept it, I really don't. When I was going to bring security to solve this problem, not only the students in the school scolded me, but also a large group of people scolded me on the Internet. For this reason, I was criticized and punished.

    Now that the stray dog ??has bitten someone, I am the one responsible, and it has become my negligence.  "

    Hearing the words, the old Taoist reached out and patted the man's shoulder,

    This one is really unlucky too.

    "There is no way around this, after all, protecting small animals is now 'politically correct'."

    Xu Qinglang made a fruit plate and pushed it in front of the man, as a comfort to him.

    The man complained for a while, and then walked out of the bookstore dejectedly. It is not known whether he will continue to go to the small restaurant to get drunk or go home to sleep.

    The old Taoist turned his head and said to Xu Qinglang: "Old Xu, what you just said is correct?"

    "Political correctness."

    "Oh, yes, it's just a joke. Now I feel that I hate this word. I was blocked several times in the live broadcast room. It was because of this reason that I was satirizing some group or something. It was inexplicable. I didn't even talk.  It¡¯s all said to be unfavorable, and if you don¡¯t pay attention, you will hurt so-and-so, why are those people so glass-hearted?¡±

    Even though the experienced live broadcaster is old, he is also very trendy.

    "Political correctness is necessary." Zhou Ze said, "It's just that it's becoming more and more deformed and abused.

    When society protects certain groups emotionally more than it seeks the truth, it means something is wrong.  "

    "Yes, that's the feeling. Boss, what you said is really incisive and awesome. No, I have to find a pen and paper to record it, so that I can ponder and comprehend it."

    Lao Dao knows his job responsibilities, cleaning is secondary, and it is his own job to offer "66666" to the boss when necessary.

    "Okay, let's not talk about this, what's for lunch?" Zhou Ze asked Xu Qinglang.

    "Scrambled eggs with leeks, fried fungus with leeks, fried pork slices with leeks, fried bullwhip with leeks, leek egg drop soup"

    "Huh?" Zhou Ze asked.

    "I'll make up for you, you must have been exhausted last night." Xu Qinglang gave a concerned look.

    "" Zhou Ze.

    ah,

    After hesitating for a long time,

    Zhou Ze took a look and found that Bai Yingying was still concentrating on fighting Glory of the Dead,

    He implicitly said,

    nodded.

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    ? Ask for a monthly ticket to help the bookstore get back to the top ten in the general list,

    ? Long rolls begging for a monthly ticket,

    Roll over here

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    In short,

    The monthly ticket shoots at the dragon!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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