Naruto: My Fist is the Last Word

Chapter 794 divination

Early in the morning, the sun shines straight down, as if greedily sucking the water vapor from people’s bodies with thousands of open mouths.

Pedestrians on the road gradually disappeared, only occasionally two or three naked men hurried past.

They were holding umbrellas, sweating down their backs, and their dark cheeks were tanned like freshly washed peaches.

The engine of the rumbling locomotive resounded resoundingly, with a whistle or two to and fro the streets and the end of the street, as if the sleepy trees longed for the fresh rain.

In this way, time passed by hour by hour, slowly and lazily.

The black mending glue is bubbling, like cooked and greasy fat.

The dust rises and falls on the dull gray trees, or rolls along the road with the tires of the car.

Here, the heat silences time, and only a few inexplicable bugs fly constantly under the green leaves.

In this hot summer, people’s faces are full of exhaustion.

There was no sign of wind on the street, as if he had died and was buried in a grave, and even the surrounding air was gradually becoming hot and depressed.

The owner of the grocery store next door poured four or five buckets of cold water on the ground. The transparent water made a faint sound, and it bubbled, and then slowly flowed away along the straight tile joints on the ground, spreading and rising like a hot flame. , Finally got into the manhole cover on the side of the road, or steamed in the sun.

At the far end, the building in front of the door is high in the sky, ready to find the cool water smell from the white misty clouds that have penetrated.

Sweat drenched from Wu An’s short gray and black hair, and his thin white-bottomed yellow shirt gripped his back tightly. On the office desk, the electric fan shook his head creakingly and turned slowly.

This is Bubuxing, a nearby old-brand clothing processing factory, and Wu An has been here as a doorman for twelve years. His office is next to the factory building gate. It is a narrow and dimly lit staircase room with no lights installed.

After this year, he will be fifty-three years old. As time passed, he felt bored and lazy.

Whenever he thinks this way, his wife’s brutal and ugly face also appears in his mind at the same time. This symptom is medically called tracheal stricture.

The processing plant has a total of five floors. Except for a staircase and an elevator, the first floor can’t make room for extra space.

The elevator buttons are always on, and they are used by upper-level leaders, otherwise they are used to transport cargo, and have nothing to do with the workers in the factory. Looking out from where Wu An is sitting, you can have a panoramic view of the road and the street.

Around three o’clock in the afternoon, the sun gradually retracted its light.

Accompanied by the creaking sound, a blue light truck slowly retreated to the door. The license plate number was familiar to Wu An. Wu An received the notice from above early, and only shipped it at 3:30. The driver Qiu Haoping came early.

Holding a thermos of tea in his hand, Qiu Haoping wandered to Wu An.

“Why did you come here so early?” Chengye said, smoking a cigarette.

Qiu Haoping joked: “Come over and chat with you.”

“Haha–” Wu An laughed, “Hey! You are late every time, suddenly come so early today

“Nonsense!” Qiu Haoping interrupted Wu An.

Then, he opened the thermos and put the hot tea in the lid to cool.

“Don’t wrong me, readers are watching! Every time I ship, I arrive half an hour in advance.”

“Fart! I don’t know yet. My alarm clock is here, you can see for yourself…” Lin Cheng took out an alarm clock from the drawer and placed it on the table.

“Just know….! How about it, did you study the Mark Six lottery today?”

“You didn’t buy it yourself. Ask so much what to do!” Wu An tried his best to smoke and inhale it all into his lungs.

Then he said: “Where can I get the money to buy the Mark Six lottery? Three thousand five thousand a month, two thousand five thousand and five are sent home, and there is only one thousand yuan left. It is not enough to buy cigarettes… I still want to go tonight. Watch a movie. Well, I was thinking, can I ask you to borrow one hundred and fifty yuan.”

“Ha! Watching a movie? Alone?” Qiu Haoping asked.

“Hahaha, you didn’t ask knowingly.

Although Wu An is old, he is not honest. It is an open secret of the people in the factory.

Looking at Qiu Haoping’s sudden serious expression, Wu An frowned and pondered, carefully pondering Qiu Haoping’s clear and bright eyes, as if he wanted to see Guy’s mentality in his eyes, so he could add a few more nice words.

However, Qiu Haoping never responded positively. After a long time, he finally collapsed on the chair like a frustrated ball.

……For flowers………

When the clock on the alarm clock accurately pointed to three thirty, the elevator door opened and a worker came out with a cart carrying the goods.

There are seventeen packages of goods that need to be shipped out, the size of a refrigerator, all in green snakeskin bags, with a black signed number and the name of the shipper.

So, under Qiu Haoping’s guidance, the workers loaded goods as high as a mountain on the truck, and then took the elevator up. Qiu Haoping locked the carriage.

When he walked to Wu An, Qiu Haoping picked up the lid of the cup with tea and drank it. Then he said, “Go, Lao Lin.”

“Yeah.” Wu An lowered his head and said.

“Well-for you!” At that time, Qiu Haoping stuffed two hundred yuan banknotes into Wu An’s pants Kabuto.

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Immediately, just as a dead horse was resurrected, Wu An bounced from the chair, held Qiu Haoping’s hand tightly, and said something grateful.

Qiu Haoping waved his hand and said with a smile: “Don’t do this, you have to pay back the money!”

“Also, of course” Wu An agreed.

Through the window, Qiu Haoping saw the torrential rain outside. The rain hit the wall of the apartment in front, and the rain quickly slid down the tiles on the wet wall.

Qiu Haoping lives on the third floor of Tianjin Apartment. There is no elevator, only stairs. In fact, many owners have reported with the owner, but the owner was vague, said some ambiguous words to prevaricate, and promised to install the elevator seven or eight times.

Antique Street.

After so long, Zhong Ming came here again.

Over the years, after so many dangerous experiences, his mood has become more or less mature.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, the dazzling array of antiques in the window, I heard the screams of vendors, bargaining, and swearing. All of a sudden, Zhong Ming’s heart floated with warmth.

“Hey! Strange! Why didn’t you see Feng Bai’s stall?” Zhong Ming looked around for a week, but he didn’t find Feng Bai.

Old Ding told him that if he wanted to solve those mysteries, about the Yuzhan Cup, he had to come here again.

“Hahaha! This side! You are here to find me! Zhong Ming!” Zhang.