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Quan Wei lives not far away, so 30 minutes is 30 minutes, and he just wiped it carelessly, and there are ink lines on his arms that haven't been washed off, but it's his instinct to talk about image, no matter how hurried he is, he can go out like a dog .

Because the clothes are basically all casual styles, the color system is either black and white or gray linen, just grab two reverse-colored ones and put them on.

Quan Wei tried to call Yang Zhen on the road, wanting to ask him if there is a poor third brother who cares about him and loves him, but the voice prompts him that the other party is turned off.

This is the correct way to run, Quan smiled, in fact there was no malice, but because of his cool temperament, he did not appear peaceful.

More than ten minutes later, he knocked on the door of the property. Huang Jin, who started the game out of boredom, was in the middle of killing the king of pesticides. The master who picked the lock disappeared, saying that half an hour was too long, and went home to watch TV.

Huang Jin didn't expect the landlord to be so punctual. Looking at the printed cat on Quan Wei's T-shirt, whose coat color was as cold as the night, he felt a kind of "bold and unruly" murderous look, and didn't dare to continue harvesting the remaining blood. Head, directly switch back to the homepage and call the master, and there will be 3 reports in the message center next time you go online.

With the certificate from the head of the household, Huang Jin quickly got the permission to change the lock. The master was busy at the keyhole, and he was talking with Quan Wei from behind. He was worried that there would be silence, but fortunately, it was basically Quan Wei who was asking and he was answering. .

Huang Jin was puzzled while answering. He didn't quite understand why this quiet landlord cared so much about Yang Zhen's third brother. He asked the two of them about what they looked like, what characteristics they had, and what they said, but he didn't understand. Answered truthfully.

When Quan Wei asked about it, the master had already changed the new lock neatly. This time it was purely Huang Jin's own oolong, so he paid for the lock change. Quan Wei took a key and told Huang Jin Don't harm his door anymore, and go with the master.

Then he parted ways with the master at the door of the property office and entered the door of the property office.

That third brother's words sounded suspicious. Quan Wei's family was caught in a debt turmoil back then, and the relationship between relatives was worn out by money and troubles. Those who were willing to borrow money were angels. Forgive him for not being related, anyway. He has never seen a reverse post.

Quan Wei was very suspicious, and always felt that he didn't look like a relative, but that was Yang Zhen's business, he would not be so bored as to gossip about Passerby A's family situation.

But Huang Jin is still his tenant no matter what. If the third brother is not the "third brother", Huang Jin lives here, which is the last exact address before Yang Zhen ran away. If he is harassed every now and then, his house will be destroyed Even the most basic security was out of the question, and he, the landlord, had nowhere to put his face.

Quan Wei asked to see the corridor monitoring on his floor, but he didn't expect that although the property of Xingfu Garden was small and unknown, the management was unexpectedly strict. You can only view the monitoring if you are accompanied.

Quan Wei didn't expect that he would run into trouble in the property management, but he is not Long Aotian, he can only scold WTF in his heart when he is rejected, and leave behind a handsome man's back.

On the way to the parking lot, Quan Wei thought for a while, and then called Huang Jin, meddling in his own business: "I suggest you delete the phone number of that third brother Yang Zhen."

Huang Jin didn't know that the debtor of the usury was Brother Yang, and felt that the third brother was quite sincere, so he said blindly, "Why?"

Because Yang Zhen owed a loan shark... But Quan Wei has never been an enthusiastic news spreader, let alone chatting with unfamiliar people like Huang Jin, he answered perfunctorily, and then ended the call.

"No reason, other people's relatives' own affairs, why do you get involved in it?"

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When he was Zhang Shuyu, he had a younger sister who was 6 years younger than him. Her maiden name was Zhang Shuyun, and her nickname was Ah Wan.

Ah Wan is a quirky and stinky girl. She was still young when her parents died. As the eldest brother, he was not at home for more than a year, so he pampered her very much. It's too late to make up for it.

Ah Wan refused to bind her feet, and she didn't want to be a maid. When she smiled, her teeth were so white that she couldn't even find her eyes. She either ran out crazily all day long, or asked her porter to teach her boxing and kicking, climbed over the walls of the martial arts hall, and entered beggars. He helped train the dog-fighting stick and said that he would be his guard in the future.

Zhang Shuyu thought about her intentions, so he didn't have the heart to punish her for copying books until she lost her hand. Later, he regretted it. If he had known that showing his face would bring her misfortune, he should have made up his mind and interrupted her hands and feet together. To save her from being so humiliated when she died.

Ah Wan hadn't turned seventeen when she died, and Zhang Shuyu's ears had been clean ever since, but if he had a choice, he would be willing to hold his old girl who refused to marry at home for the rest of his life.

Many people taught him etiquette, benevolence and filial piety, but only Ah Wan taught him to respect the dignity and wishes of a girl's family.

When Yang Zhen came back from getting a new card, the lights of the city had already been turned on.

Since he returned too late and didn't know to inquire about the time in advance, the logistics office of the train station was closed, so he had to spend another day to pick up his luggage.

Yang Zhen was fascinated by the kind of light that was everywhere, which was obvious but would not burn people. He thought that he had come to a magical place. He didn’t need fire, and he could see things at night like daytime. Traveling thousands of miles, there is no need for a post office, the news is transmitted like lightning, and there are countless convenient tools.

Living here is actually much easier and happier than in the Central Plains, but he still often thinks of Kuyu. His hometown is a place he should be familiar with from birth, but here is not. He has put in a lot of effort, but he still feels out of place in this world.

He didn't actually do much today, but he was inexplicably exhausted physically and mentally. Maybe it was because he felt a little lonely without Huang Jin's thoughts, or maybe it was the lingering feeling of wandering.

But if you can't calm down, you can't do anything. Yang Zhen wanted to write a post when he was washing up, but when he turned off the shower, he remembered that the brush and ink were still at the train station. The vapor hood became a blur.He stretched out his hand to wipe it off, and wiped off the small piece first, just facing his face, Yang Zhen met the person in the mirror, and suddenly saw a sad stranger.

Yang Zhen was stunned on the spot.

He took over the dental practice at the age of 15, and has been praised for many years. His elders praised him as a young, mature, steady and self-reliant man. Perhaps the bronze mirror of the Central Plains was blurred. Yang Zhen never knew that he had such a blatant and weak look on his face. .

The way of a hundred schools of thought taught him not to fight or to grab, but he also has a natural resilience in his bones. Among the thousands of ideas he decided to live as Yang Zhen, this appearance in the mirror was absolutely not included.

And it's not a desperate situation right now, he should feel lucky to have food, drink and life, and a little capital.Yang Zhen stood in front of the mirror for a long time with mixed thoughts, and finally wrote two lines of words on the foggy surface stroke by stroke.

If you don't have to do it, you will seek yourselves instead.

In order to keep accounts, their dentists all have good handwriting. Although the edges and corners are rough when using handwriting, they are horizontal and vertical, and they have a sense of integrity.

After finishing writing, Yang Zhen recited it ten times or eight times silently in his heart. He felt comforted by the principles of his ancestors. Then he turned his head in the mirror and showed a slightly exaggerated, squinting smile, which was almost self-puffing. , the meaning of fighting.

Wireless and 4G are still unable to hold back his ancient routine. After taking a shower, Yang Zhen searched the surrounding vegetable, fresh fruit, grain and oil markets for a while, and then lay down on his back with drowsiness.The next day he got up earlier than the bus, and took a taxi to the largest vegetable and fruit wholesale market with his small book on his shoulders.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, the place is already in full swing. There are countless stalls with an astonishing amount of fruits and vegetables. The bright colors reveal an inexhaustible vitality. The large trucks full of goods leave slowly, and the small vans that come to buy goods swarming.

Standing at the gate of the market with a high ceiling, Yang Zhen was almost pushed back to the market in the Central Plains by the busyness and hustle and bustle. Although the sound of the speakers and amplifiers was unfamiliar to him, this was a place he was familiar with.

Buy, sell, bargain, trade.

There was a faint warm current in Yang Zhen's heart, and he couldn't help laughing in this dark market.

Others are leading the car and leading the team, talking and moving as fast as reincarnated, he is the only heretic who walks around slowly, and there are simple price tags written in cardboard boxes cut into pieces on the products. Yang Zhen doesn't understand prices. , but he knows from experience that there is definitely room for discussion.

He looked at the dishes at different stalls, chatted with the bosses and vegetable vendors who were busy smoking, and went up to smoke for them when they saw who needed a hand. It had already begun to wilt, and the purchase price was cheap, but it was not for retail sale, so he had no choice but to return empty-handed.

After a day of inquiring, the trading volume of that wholesale market made Yang Zhen feel amazing. Fruits and vegetables are daily necessities, and the profits are small, but the most important thing is to be safe. He pondered for an afternoon and quickly decided to follow this business first. His The money was decreasing every day, and he had to get it first before thinking about other things.

Business has been going hand in hand through ancient and modern times, and the market accounts for half of the loss and profit of trading.

For the next week, Yang Zhen would visit the market every day. Being budget conscious, he no longer took taxis. He asked the boss about a fellow villager who was selling vegetables and fruits.

It took him a day to go to the train station to retrieve his luggage, make the room more popular, and wrote two more words on the wall. He posted the names and titles of the 121 people in Xingyuan on the opposite side of the bed. On the wall beside the bed, a few other gatha telling myself to live with the situation were left on the bedside.

Then he felt a little bit of belonging.

His hands have no calluses or scars, Zhang Shuyu has leg problems, and his body and soul have never done hard work. After a week, the blisters on Yang Zhen's hands have bubbled up and disappeared, and his arms are covered with bruises. The fellow villagers looked at him It's a novice, so let him press the calculator to pull it down, but Yang Zhen is embarrassed and always sticks to the side. He can do his abacus smoothly, and it almost takes no time to press the calculator.

After this week, Yang Zhen basically has an overview of the sales of fruits and vegetables. The wholesale market belongs to the first sales. The stall owners are directly transferred from the farmers' fields and gather here for the second sales. It is the supermarkets, vegetable markets, small vendors, etc. in the city.

He can't drive, and he doesn't have a fixed supply and marketing route, so he can't open his own business. After a rough calculation, Yang Zhen quickly found a job as a salesman in the market, and went to the field with a dealer to collect the goods, and then Pass it on to second-hand traffickers in need.

He ran around with the big truck, in the field and in the city, there were more and more names in the address book, xx supermarket, xx hotel restaurant, xx fruit shop, xx vegetable market xx stall.

Persisting for a week and a month, Yang Zhen is black, but not very thin. When a person is working hard and working alone, the time for hurting spring and autumn will be greatly reduced.

He found that the fruits and vegetables here can be marketed out of season, and the merchants don't pay much attention to the quality of the goods, and the goods can be stored for a long time. Although there is no taste at that time, the people who buy it don't seem to mind.

Yang Zhen's career as a dentist for nearly ten years has allowed him to develop a skill that others do not have, that is, to distinguish goods.He can identify a lot of goods, such as leather, animal grain, medicine, silk, wood wine, etc., and what is currently in use is fresh.

Counting freshness is the art of selecting melons and fruits, choosing the best taste from the same appearance, and discarding the bad and keeping the good from the uneven.

This made him quickly become popular in the connected market. Supermarkets, large vegetable markets, where vegetables and fruits are scattered and where the whereabouts are unknown, do not know that there is such a person, but those who are located in small vegetable markets in residential areas know this small person surnamed Yang. The variety recommended by my brother has received rave reviews from customers.

Quan Wei took a few shots, but in the end it became a firewood on the way to roast chicken wings.Sun Shaoning said it's so fucking good that you give it to me, but Quan Wei was dissatisfied, so he grilled two abnormally spicy chicken wings.

He didn't disclose it to his parents, and he got busy again on his own, and began to step down the occupancy rate of some new properties that were sold out.According to his experience, the higher the occupancy rate, the higher the efficiency of reselling second-hand houses in the later stage.

This is a job that does not require technical content. After 9 o'clock in the evening, he drives to the gates of those communities and stops, holds up his mobile phone to "click", turns back after taking pictures, and then crosses his legs at home, going from building to building. Number of lights on and off.

Counting like this for a month, Huang Jin's side is safe and sound, he has long forgotten that there is such a person as Yang Zhen in the world, and several real estate projects have been opened for approval one after another, Quan Wei went to rub four or five small puddings , After paying a deposit for the family, he was so poor that he had to go back to his old job and became an express driver again.

If he was a serious driver, he should be able to make a decent monthly income, but Quan Wei just doesn't have the patience to listen to other people chattering in his car.He has a lot of things to do, and he doesn't like people he doesn't know well to sit in the co-pilot, but those girls who take taxis don't have enough sense of crisis, so they open the door and sit next to him.

He posted a "For your safety, please get in the back seat" sticker on the passenger's door, but it didn't work very well.

Because the repayment date is approaching, Quan Wei drives on the road from nine to five every day. The queen mother doesn't like him speculating in real estate, thinking that there is no tomorrow, but he works diligently as a driver, and he is not satisfied with that side.

"Little face, I left some fresh vegetables for you, come and get them."

Quan Wei is a carnivore, and she refused immediately after hearing it: "I'm busy, so I can't go, you can eat by yourself, so you can beautify yourself."

Quan Shishi just missed him. She didn't see anyone for ten days and a half months. Seeing that he didn't know how to praise him, she began to pretend to be weak: "Guzi, come if you want! I have a lumbar spine problem. Your father will work on me." Distressed, come and unload for me."

Quan Wei looked indifferent, thinking that her lumbar spine could only be made by playing mahjong.

When he went there, he never thought that he would see Yang Zhen again at his mother's vegetable stall covering an area of ​​less than 2 square meters.

The author has something to say: If you can't do what you want, ask yourself instead. ——From "Mencius. Li Lou Shang"