Garbage system does not distribute tasks

"Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the task and obtaining the hangover pill formula X1."

A system prompt sounded in my mind.

Qin Yong was overjoyed, but when he glanced at Lin Xiaoyu who was still unconscious, his head started to hurt.

Probably because she was frightened too much tonight, Lin Xiaoyu, who was in a coma at this time, breathed steadily, and her face no longer had the aggression like a little hedgehog in the past.

Helpless, Qin Yong had no choice but to carry Lin Xiaoyu into his villa first.

There are many spare rooms in the villa, and they are all ready-made.

Although he had doubts about what happened after he left tonight, seeing Lin Xiaoyu's quiet appearance when he was unconscious, Qin Yong still didn't have the heart to wake him up.

After putting Lin Xiaoyu on the bed, Qin Yong closed the door lightly and retreated out.

Standing outside the door, Qin Yong lowered his head and felt depressed for a while.

What kind of thing is this today? I failed the lottery twice in one day!

Although there is a battle armor rewarded by the dog system, it is too much clothes!
This battle armor seems to filter only the pain, but it doesn't affect other tactile sensations. It really surpasses the existence of modern technology!
With a wry smile, Qin Yong had no choice but to take a bath again.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Good luck... wish you good luck... good luck..."

I am special!
Good luck balls!
In the past, he had listened to very emotional ringtones, but in this situation, Qin Yong sounded so shaky!

But when he took out his phone and looked at the screen, he panicked.

"Why did you go there, boy! I called you six or seven times and you didn't answer!"

Chen Meier shouted unceremoniously on the other end of the phone.

It's over, tonight is the day when Chen Meier's hot pot restaurant reopens, and I promised Chen Meier that I will definitely go there.

"Ha... ah... I have something to do, I'll go there now." Qin Yong said haha.

"Go ahead if you have something to do. I thought something was wrong with you. If you have something to say, you don't know how to say hello. Guoguo is so worried!"

"Hey! It's none of my business!" Another girl on the phone protested loudly.

"It's nothing, I'll go right away." Qin Yong ignored Chen Meier's last words.

After hanging up the phone, he took a shower and complained about his battle armor again.

What the hell, why is this biological battle armor bleeding so much!
After rinsing his body, he took off the T-shirt he bought from a street stall. After searching almost all over the villa, Qin Yong finally found a large shirt to wear on his body.

Qin Yong is thin, and his shirt looks a little funny.

However, Qin Yong has no other clothes to wear for the time being, so he can only deal with it first, and buy a few more casually on the way.

Driving his stylish Ferrari, wearing a funny white shirt, he drove the car out of the villa, stopped at a random place, saw a well-decorated men's clothing store, and walked in directly.

On weekend nights, there are quite a lot of people in the store.

I don't know if it's because my attire is so nondescript that no one pays attention to Qin Yong after walking around the store for 3 minutes.

There were obviously a few shop assistants standing not far away and chatting, but no one entertained him.

Helpless, Qin Yong had no choice but to turn his back on the customer, picked out a white T-shirt, and held it up high!
"Anyone, I'm shopping for clothes!"

"598 pieces, no discount!" The middle-aged female shop assistant closest to Qin Yong glanced at Qin Yong out of the corner of her eye and said, then turned her head and continued chatting with others.

"Is there a 2XL one?" Qin Yong looked at this one, which was a bit small, and because he was in a hurry, he didn't bother to argue with the girls.

"I'll look for it." The middle-aged clerk rolled his eyes, as if he disliked Qin Yong for being too busy.

"Hey! Do you have any other colors for these pants!" At this moment, a jeweled woman called out loudly.

"Wait a minute!"

Qin Yong was dumbfounded, the clerk ignored him and ran directly to the woman.

After seeing the woman's attire, Qin Yong understood that the woman was choosing pants, earrings and neck jewelry for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old man, and she almost wrote the word "rich" on her face.

Special!

Just as Qin Yong was about to explode, another short-haired clerk who was slightly older than Qin Yong hurried over.

"The 2XL one is a bit too big, I suggest you try the XL one!" Then she quickly took out a t-shirt from the box and handed it to Qin Yong.

"Okay, thank you." Seeing someone greet him, Qin Yong nodded, and walked to the fitting room with a t-shirt.

Qin Yong was about to open the door of the fitting room, "Hey! Wait, let this handsome guy try on the pants first!" The middle-aged clerk held a pair of pants in his right hand, and at the same time stretched out his left hand to stop Qin Yong, motioning to the boy behind him advanced.

Hearing what the clerk said, the kid snorted, grabbed the trousers from the clerk's hand, and was about to push Qin Yong away.

"Get out!" Qin Yong glared at the kid.

The kid lost his temper in an instant, and retreated to the side with his head shrunk.

Qin Yong then pushed open the door of the fitting room and walked in.

Two minutes later, Qin Yong walked out of the fitting room wearing a new T-shirt.

Outside the fitting room, two angry faces stared at Qin Yong.

One was the face of the elderly clerk, and the other was that of a jewelry-rack old woman.

As for the kid who was reprimanded by Qin Yong for not being able to speak, he drooped his head and didn't even have the courage to look at Qin Yong.

"Where is the little bastard! Such a little politeness!"

"Exactly! Can you afford such expensive clothes?"

Qin Yong was depressed for a while, he was just buying a dress, yet he could meet such two strange things.

Just as he was about to speak, the short-haired woman who was helping Qin Yong with his clothes came over and whispered, "Sister Wang...it seems that this gentleman went there first..."

As soon as the short-haired woman opened her mouth, the middle-aged clerk called out like a shrew. The jeweled woman was a rich lady who often came to their store and had a good relationship with her.

"Oh, I don't dare to be the sister of this sentence. I think you are the sister! You have only been here for a few days, and you have developed skills. Is this store what you say!"

After being reprimanded by the middle-aged clerk named Sister Wang, the short-haired woman frowned and lowered her voice: "It's not that I'm here for a few days, what we want to reason about..."

"What's the point! What's the point! Look at your ugly face, it's no different from this little bum with a part-time job!" The jewelry rack also joined in.

"what happened!"

With a low shout in the distance, a tall and thin middle-aged man came over.

As soon as the man opened his mouth, the surrounding voices immediately became much quieter.

"The store manager..."

Several people nodded slightly and greeted the man.

"What's going on!" The man frowned, staring at the short-haired woman in puzzlement.

He probably heard a lot about what happened just now.

Although the short-haired woman has only been in the store for a few days, she is very discerning and has a good temper. How can she quarrel with others today?
As for that sister Wang, she is an old employee in the store and has a very bad temper.

"The store manager... is this gentleman's advanced fitting room..." the short-haired clerk said respectfully.

"Oh, which one of your eyes saw that it was he who made it! It must be my son who made it!" The wife of Gao Fu's family who looked like a jewelry shelf yelled again, "Look at the shabby clothes he wears, I don't know if he can afford it. You welcome all kinds of people!"

"It's the store manager. You can see that this lady has a special tutor, but this kid..."

"Enough!" The store manager interrupted Sister Wang suddenly.

The woman named Sister Wang wanted to say something, but she kept her mouth open for a long time.

"Xiao Song, wrap up the clothes for this gentleman."

After listening to this group of people quarreling for a long time, Qin Yong's head grew bigger, and he felt a little better when he heard the store manager say this.

If I had known earlier, I might as well go to a street stall to buy a piece of clothing.

"Well, pack it up, two pieces, and another pair of loose sweatpants, elastic." Whoever gives himself face, he will give face to others, and he is very polite when facing the short-haired clerk Qin Yong.

After a while, the short-haired clerk brought two sets of clothes according to Qin Yong's instructions.

Qin Yong was still in a hurry, thinking that this matter would just pass away.

The woman with all the jewels suddenly tore the clothes that the short-haired clerk wanted to hand to Qin Yong to the ground.

"Let you bully my son!"

She stared at Qin Yong coldly, with an arrogant look of what you can do to me.