At the entrance of the parking lot, Su Ran waved to Song Xi, but Song Xi didn't intend to leave.
"It's all here, and it's not short of the last hundred and ten meters. Let's go, I'll take you upstairs." Gentleman Song Xi stretched his arms.
Su Ran shook her head and refused, "I won't go upstairs."
"Um?"
"I have to go to the copy agency."
"What are you doing at the photocopying agency?"
"Print advertisement." Su Ran smiled brightly.
There is a photocopying agency opposite Huayuan City State, and Su Ran would pass by its door every day to go to the crew.
The storefront of the copy agency is not big, and the front door is also simple. It is abruptly placed in the middle of a group of luxury hardcover stores, which seems a bit out of place.
Su Ran and Song Xi came to the copying agency, opened the door and walked in. Seeing what they saw, they were as calm as they were, and they were a little shocked.
Although the sparrow is small and complete, it is a compliment. But if there are several sets of internal organs in the stomach of a sparrow, it needs to be changed.
In a small space of ten square meters, there are two computers, a printer, a copier and a long table.
Half of the table is stacked with copy paper, fax paper, plastic film, etc. On the other half were crooked plotters, paper cutters, and fax machines.
Layout and decoration, designed to overcome obsessive-compulsive disorder.
How can this scene be a mess!
The room was so crowded and messy that there was nowhere to put the eyes. The copies and carbon papers were piled up so high that no one could be found. Su Ran frowned and asked aloud, "Is anyone there?"
As soon as the voice fell, she saw a bunch of unruly hair. Su Ran looked in on tiptoe, and found a person sitting in the corner facing the window inside the copier.
I don't know if it's because the machine is too high or the man is sitting too lazily. Only one head is exposed outside, and you can't see it if you don't pay attention.
His hair was very long, messy, messy, messy, lying on top of his head, and he didn't tidy it up. He sat by the window and let the draft blow his hair even more messily.
Even more unruly than his hairstyle is the man's sitting posture. The man sat lazily on the leather chair, with his legs resting on the corner of the long table, looking wild and leisurely.
A breeze passed by, and a faint smell of smoke wafted in. Only then did Su Ran realize that there was still a thin cigarette between his fingers. The cigarette was lit, and I passed it to my lips, and wrapped it in a mouthful. The red light of the cigarette butt was flickering.
After taking a puff of cigarette and exhaling a puff of smoke ring, the man turned around and asked lazily, "Print and copy?"
The broken hair in front of the forehead covered the lower eyelids, hazy a pair of melancholy eyes. Xu Shi hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse, a bit deep in the gloom.
"Print." Su Ran replied.
"There is a QR code on the wall, please send the file." The man said coldly, and took another puff of his cigarette after speaking.
"Wait a minute." Su Ran said, taking out her mobile phone and swiping.
After a brief silence, Song Xi looked at the man sitting in the pile of miscellaneous papers, his bright eyes flickered.
After a while, a "ding~" sounded.
"Okay." Su Ran said.
Hearing this, the man took two deep puffs of the cigarette, then pressed the remaining half of the cigarette to death, and threw it into the ashtray. The long legs were put down, and the man swayed, took the chair and turned 90 degrees, turned to the front of the computer, attached his slender hands to the mouse, and pressed a little bit.
The interface frame pops open and closes again.
"How many copies?" he asked.
"Twenty sheets." Su Ran replied.
"Color printing, use coated paper." Su Ran added.
When the file was opened, it was an advertisement with a very short copy: I want a house at a high price, and I am interested in calling. There is also a photo of Song Xi below.
The whole piece of paper does not look like a rental advertisement, but more like a son-in-law inviting investment.
"Um?"
Song Xi looked at the enlarged photo of himself, and looked at Su Ran with a blank face.
"In case someone takes a fancy to you, you can rent a house quickly." Su Ran explained in a low voice.
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"Color printing is fine, but there is no coated paper." At this time, the man who printed it said coldly, "It will look like a wanted criminal on A4 paper, can it be printed?"
"Well¡¡"
In the end, under the check and balance between the real conditions and Song Xi, Su Ran reluctantly agreed to delete Song Xi's photos, and honestly printed 20 rental advertisements all over the street.
"A total of twenty, scan the code." After printing, the man pointed to the QR code on the wall.
"Can we use WeChat?" Su Ran has opened WeChat payment, glanced at the wall, but foundThere was only Alipay's payment code, and he couldn't help asking.
"Alipay is the only option, forget it if you don't have one." The man said in a calm tone.
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Song Xi has already scanned the QR code and paid for this free time.
"alright."
After the payment was successful, Song Xi showed the payment interface to the man, but the man ignored him, just said "um" and let it go.
Su Ran couldn't help but take another look at him, this man was depressed and depressed, he seemed to have little interest in anything, including money.
Su Ran and Song Xi didn't say any more, and went out with the printed advertisement. After the two left, the man sat down again as before, and lit another cigarette (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com