I open a bookstore in the human world

The girl is wearing a wine-red beret and loose overalls. There are several brushes of different models in the breast pocket. She holds a large color palette in her left hand and a large brush in her right hand. brushes.

The girl seemed to be drawing a bear, halfway through the drawing, and the bear's naive look had begun to take shape, surrounded by many children looking up, and Xi Ruoxue's son was among them.

"Mom, I want to draw too!" Seeing Xi Ruoxue approaching, the son grabbed her by the corner of her clothes and said coquettishly, pointing at the children graffiti on the wall.

Xi Ruoxue found that many children were also painting on the walls with watercolor paints in their hands.Of course it's not as good as that girl's drawing, but it's not childlike.

"Okay, okay, mom will take you to rent painting supplies." Xi Ruoxue had already found out that painting supplies can be rented in this bookstore, and immediately led her son to the service desk to the side.

"Hi, rent a painting set." Xi Ruoxue said to the clerk.

"Okay, rent a set of painting tools for ten yuan per hour, with a deposit of two hundred." The clerk smiled and handed a set of painting tools to Xi Ruoxue, "Attention, only "Shan, and."Xi, "Draw on the graffiti wall, please watch the children not to use painting tools outside the wall."

With such a large wall, it is enough for children to squander, but if some parents still allow their children to scribble elsewhere even though they know the rules, they will be embarrassed.

While talking, someone on the side started arguing.

"Call out the person in charge of your bookstore!" A woman in her thirties with red lips yelled, rolled up her sleeves in an arrogant manner, and pointed at a female clerk in front of her, almost touching the clerk's nose. up.

"What's the matter?" This movement attracted many people to watch.

"I heard that it was her son who scribbled on the book, and the clerk came forward to stop her and asked her to pay for it. She didn't want to pay, so she started arguing."

The movement became louder and louder, and finally alarmed Mao Shi, who was taking inventory of the goods in the warehouse.

After Mao Shi learned what was going on, he sneered, stretched his muscles and bones, moved away from the crowd, stood in front of the other party, and asked condescendingly, "Madam, I heard that you are looking for the person in charge of the bookstore?"

When the other party saw Mao Shi's 1.9-meter iron tower-like body, he immediately froze for the most part, but then thought that there were so many people around him, so the other party would not dare to do anything, so he immediately said in a rough voice: "Yes, I just want to find you The person in charge of the bookstore!"

"Didn't my child just accidentally draw a few strokes on the book?" The other party pointed to a young female shop assistant who was about to cry, "She is good, she is so cruel to my child, and scared him to cry! Say you want us to pay for the book, just dream, tell you, this is extortion, I will not give you a penny."

The boy on the side heard what his mother said, and cried louder in response.

Mao Shi frowned, and asked the saleswoman, "Tell me what's going on."

The female clerk choked up and said: "This child refused to listen to the advice and insisted on drawing on the book, and he refused to listen to what I said. I had to take the book away from his hand. As a result, he cried loudly and attracted this lady to come here. I told the lady that she had to pay for the book out of her own pocket, but she started scolding..." The more the girl spoke, the more aggrieved she became.

Mao Shi's eyebrows were twisted into twists, and he snorted coldly: "So that's how it is."

After a pause, he turned to the arrogant mother: "Ma'am, I'm sorry, as far as I know, it was indeed your son who violated the rules first. If you insist on making trouble, sorry, I just ask you to get out."

"Do you dare to drive away the customers?" The other party was so angry that his eyebrows were raised upside down and his hands were on his hips. "I can tell you, if you dare to touch me, I will expose you to the media when you go back!"

Since the development of the Internet, many people like to use it as a threat at every turn, as if the Internet has become a law enforcement officer of justice.

Many people around have already pulled out their mobile phones to record. Mao Shi's face is gloomy: To be honest, he is not inferior in terms of force value, but he just met a shrew, and there are so many people watching and taking pictures nearby. He wants to really do it. No matter what you do, even if you just touch the other party, the public opinion will not make it easier for the bookstore.

In the face of disparity between the strong and the weak, people always sympathize with the weak side unconsciously, even if the weak one has made some mistakes and the strong one has done nothing.Besides, some netizens like to take the meaning out of context. If someone deliberately beats the rhythm again, it is really justified and hard to explain.

Alas, it's good to be a ghost if you think about it this way, at least it won't be as complicated as the human world. All ghosts speak by their strength, and there are not so many twists and turns.

Seeing Mao Shi clenched his fists and said nothing, the other party was even more enthusiastic: "What? You still want to hit someone? Come and have a look, this bookstore is amazing, dare to do something to customers, everyone must be careful about your children, come When I was beaten, I don’t know who to talk to.”

Mao Shi's chest was heaving and unsteady, he really didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of him, if he had done it in the past, it's a pity that he can't do it now.

Just then, the savior came.

"What are you all doing here?" Song Lan's voice came from the crowd, and Mao Shi heaved a sigh of relief.

"Brother Song," Mao Shi asked Song Lan for help, "this lady—"

"I know," Song Lan waved her hand, turned to the mother and son, her tone was very sincere, "Ma'am, I'm the store manager here, I'm sorry for frightening you and your son." She said, and bowed deeply.

"Brother Song?" Mao Shi looked at Song Lan in disbelief, not understanding how he could apologize to this shrew.

You know, Song Lan was merciless when he was arrested, how did he become so talkative now?

The lady squinted at Song Lan arrogantly, and sneered, "You are a store manager, but your subordinates are too ignorant."

Mao Shi was furious: KAO!He even pushed his nose on her face!

"I will definitely educate them in the future." Song Lan kept smiling, as if she was not affected by the other party's sarcasm at all, and personally took two hundred yuan to the other party, "This is the deposit for you to rent painting tools."

The lady took the money, gouged Mao Shi triumphantly, and walked away in a big way.

Seeing that all the parties had left and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, Mao Shi finally found a chance to talk to Song Lan, and he was a little aggrieved: "Brother Song, the other party is such a scoundrel, why did you apologize and refund the deposit? I'm furious!"

Song Lan took a look at Mao Shi and sighed softly: "Mao Shi, you are good at everything, but you are a little reckless. If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must first remember one thing: the customer is God, regardless of the other party. What kind of people, but we all have to treat them with the best attitude."

"Even in the face of that kind of person?" Mao Shi was incredulous.

"Even if you face that kind of person." Song Lan nodded.

This is the case in the service industry. Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.

"Brother Song, can you bear this grievance?" Mao Shi looked at Song Lan with admiration, and said in his heart that he still had a lot to learn.

"Of course—" Song Lan's lips curled up in a cold arc, "I can't stand it."

"Ah?" Song Lan's 180-degree turn made Mao Shi unable to keep up with the rhythm.

Song Lan looked around, took out a black drawstring bag from nowhere, loosened the mouth of the bag slowly, and said, "Remember, Mao Shi, you don't have to fight face to face at any time. Violence is the most stupid solution. gone."

Looking at Song Lan's half-closed eyes, Mao Shi couldn't help shivering, and asked cautiously, "Then what should we do?"

Song Lan smiled slightly, and said, "When you hit a snake, it's natural to hit seven inches." As soon as his words fell, a silver light shot out from his pocket and disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

As a ghost, of course Mao Shi knew what was in the bag of ghosts. He immediately understood Song Lan's intentions and couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "Brother Song, cheating."

Song Lan smiled lightly and said nothing, thinking that this time he finally found the right use for the poor ghost.

Ever since subduing the poor ghost, Song Lan has been thinking about what the poor ghost can do.Let him be a clerk too. Song Lan was a little worried that his poverty would affect the business of the store, so she didn't dare to take the risk.

It is definitely not acceptable to harm one's own family, but it is even more impossible to make him give up. It is a good choice to send poor ghosts to competitors as "undercover agents", but after all, Song Lan still has a conscience. I feel a little sorry for not making enemies with anyone.

Fortunately, he has found the correct way to use the poor ghost: let him follow those unreasonable guests and stay in their homes for a few days. If you don't believe it, you won't be able to cure them.

Song Lan: I'm such a clever little ghost.

Mao Shi looked at Song Lan in awe: Brother Song, when will I be as good as you?This is completely killing without blood.

***

Xi Ruoxue, who witnessed the accident the whole time, shook her head and said to her husband: "Some people's quality is really bad now, we have to educate Nan Nan well, and we can't let him become that kind of person."

In fact, most of them are reasonable, knowing that the wrong party is the mother and son, not the bookstore, and she doesn't have a good impression of the mother and son, and Song Lan's attitude has made everyone feel good about the shadow bookstore, so the onlookers We are all standing on the side of the bookstore now, condemning the mother and son together.

For a while, the child who scribbled on the book was regarded by the parents present as a negative teaching material for educating their own children. This is probably something even Song Lan never thought of.

The order in the store returned to calm. Seeing her son happily painting in front of the graffiti wall, Xi Ruoxue nodded in satisfaction, and pulled her husband along: "Let's go, let's go shopping elsewhere."

I heard that this children's reading area only takes up a small part of the entire bookstore, and other areas in the store are also very good. It is said that there is a special place for drinking tea.

The two walked out of the children's reading area, only to find out that apart from the children's area with a lot of brain holes, the decoration style of this bookstore is still biased towards simple style. The bookshelves, tables, chairs and even the lamps above the head are all irregular geometric shapes. The overall tone is cool white, which looks very advanced under the warm yellow light.

After walking a few steps, Xi Ruoxue smelled a strong tea fragrance, but it was not only the smell of tea, it also seemed to have the fragrance of flowers.Xi Ruoxue is very familiar with this taste: Isn't it the scented tea that I like to drink?

As a star person who would die if he didn't drink, Xi Ruoxue's eyes lit up, and she immediately dragged her husband to walk along the scent.

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