Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Fang Shimian finally didn't refuse,...

Fang Shimian didn't refuse in the end. It was something that had to be resolved sooner or later, and delaying it for too long would only lead to problems.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Long looked at Fang Shimian with sharp eyes, probably wanting to ask something, but after cursing a few words under his breath, he still didn't ask. He struggled with the bowl of rice noodles that was almost the size of his hand with a deep hatred.

Xu Long had beef rice noodles in clear soup. Fang Shimian ordered medium-spicy red oil. He added salt, MSG and vinegar to the dish and enjoyed it very happily and contentedly.

Xu Long finished eating first and went to get a tissue from the empty table next to him. When Fang Shimian looked up, he pushed the tissue in front of him and then handed him the big bowl of tea.

The tea had been left out for so long that it was no longer hot. Fang Shimian picked it up and took a few sips, then lowered his head to finish his bowl of rice noodles.

When they finished the rice noodles and the tea was almost finished, Fang Shimian had a little sweat on his forehead. He took a piece of paper and wiped it on his face, then stood up and looked at Xu Long, "Let's go, brother."

Each seat in the rice noodle shop has fixed lighting, which is a bit warmer. There is a sense of satisfaction in the boy's eyes. The corners of his eyes are red because of the hot rice noodles, with not-so-obvious ripples, clear and bright, and his lips are even more swollen, as if he has been bullied, making people want to ravage him for no reason.

Little trouble.

Looking at Fang Shimian's back, Xu Long's mind played these three words repeatedly. He realized that he was a bit crazy. After coughing, he said to himself: "I won't come here again. It's not delicious at all."

Fang Shimian ate his favorite food and walked happily on the road. He lowered his head and stepped on the leaves and asked Xu Long, "Brother Long, it seems that my fire control certificate can be printed. After this month, can I become a regular employee?"

Xu Long said absentmindedly: "Okay, send me the electronic version when the time comes."

Fang Shimian suddenly looked up at Xu Long, with cunning in his eyes, "Brother Long, are you not full?"

Xu Long was as if facing a formidable enemy, and said coldly: "I don't want to go to the snack street, and I don't want to eat fried potatoes."

Fang Shimian uttered an "oh" and lowered his head to continue stepping on the leaves.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Long was holding a half bowl of spicy fried potatoes and beating up a little brat in his mind.

Fang Shimian laughed at Xu Long's grumpy face, and they went back to the basement of the community to get their bikes out. Fang Shimian's was a green second-hand electric scooter, and Xu Long's was a gray motorcycle.

The rented house is not far from Yunjin No. 1, just over half an hour's bike ride away. It is also an old community that was built much earlier than Yunjin. The residents are relatively densely populated and it is one of the early batch of resettlement houses for demolition.

Fang Shimian's electric scooter was parked next to the gray motorcycle, and the two went upstairs together. They lived on the same floor, facing each other.

Just as Fang Shimian took out his keys and prepared to go home, Xu Long fiercely reached out and grabbed Fang Shimian to his door, "I'm not full, cook me some instant noodles."

Fang Shimian smiled a little guiltily and went to Xu Long's room to help him cook noodles.

Xu Long finished two packs of Master Kong Tomato and Egg Noodles in one breath, then he let out a long sigh and contentedly put Chef Fang, who had worked hard all day, back to the opposite side.

After returning to his rental house, Fang Shimian took off his bulky cotton coat and lay on the sofa for a while as if exhausted. He first downloaded the electronic certificate from the Internet and sent it to Xu Long. He then checked Anhe's outpatient fees, searched for various things on the Internet, roughly estimated the amount, and sent a transfer to Zhu Ze.

After sending it, I put my phone in the living room to charge, went to the bedroom to get my pajamas and took a shower.

After taking a shower, Fang Shimian wiped his head with the towel twice. When he saw that there was no water dripping, he hung the towel back, took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, and drank most of it in one breath.

This day was like a dream. Fang Shimian picked up his phone to check whether the alarm was turned on properly. His hair began to drip water again, dripping onto the phone. Fang Shimian wiped it off with his hands, went back to the bedroom in his slippers, and got into bed to sleep.

The alarm clock rang at 7:20 in the morning. Fang Shimian covered his head with the quilt for a few seconds before throwing it away. With messy hair and sleepy eyes, he went to the living room to turn off the alarm clock.

After quickly changing his clothes and washing up, Fang Shimian picked up the cotton coat on the sofa and ran out while putting it on.

The gray motorcycle downstairs had already driven away. Fang Shimian put on his helmet and rode his electric scooter strictly on the non-motorized vehicle lane.

Arriving at Yunjin No. 1, Fang Shimian parked the car in the non-motor vehicle garage, and when he pushed open the door of the monitoring room, he looked down at the time.

8:55

Xu Long took Fang Shimian's phone very skillfully, opened the Today Camera to take a photo of Fang Shimian, and then posted it to the check-in group for him.

Fang Shimian's hair, which was still wild when he woke up early, was now docile under the helmet. He took the documents from the cabinet behind him and began to fill out the handover. Xu Long threw breakfast in front of Fang Shimian and played mahjong on his phone without even looking at him. "Eat and write."

Fang Shimian stuffed the hot mushroom bun into his mouth, and paired it with red date flavored soy milk, and ate it quickly.

After Xu Long finished this round, he probably lost the bean, and his face looked unhappy. He raised his head and glanced at Fang Shimian, "You really have to go out tomorrow."

"Yeah, I'm going out for dinner." Fang Shimian put away the plastic bag and threw it away, then took out the medicine in his pocket and counted it, "I might not be full, so I'll go to your place to cook instant noodles tonight."

The house that Fang Shimian rented was partitioned off, with half a living room, a bedroom, and a toilet. There was no kitchen, but the previous tenant left a small rice cooker and induction cooker, which Fang Shimian rarely used, and most of the time they were left gathering dust in the corner of the living room.

Xu Long snorted, opened the gun again, stood up and walked to the back, "I'm going to the back."

There is not much going on in the monitoring room. There are only two or three times a week when the owners come down to adjust the surveillance. Usually, we just receive a few calls and arrange someone in the group to solve them.

Fang Shimian logged into his WeChat on the computer and saw that a new file had been sent to the group this morning. It was probably because of the car-smashing incident. In addition to strengthening management at the patrol post, the monitoring room should also pay attention to abnormalities in the underground garage at all times.

Because the accident happened at night, the patrol and monitoring posts on night shift that night were deducted their wages.

Fang Shimian called up the surveillance footage of parking space 186 on another computer. He originally just wanted to see if the damaged black car had been taken away for processing, but he saw that the real-time surveillance footage showed that the black car had been moved away and a new black SUV had been parked in that parking space.

However, the off-road vehicle was moving outwards, but it stopped after only going a short distance. Fang Shimian originally wanted to switch to the surveillance camera to watch but stopped.

I hope the car won't be damaged again.

A man in a suit and gloves got off the off-road vehicle. Fang Shimian saw a few more people walking out on the surveillance screen. The one leading them... wasn't that Mr. Huo whom he met last time when he went to Zhu Ze's place?

However, there were quite a lot of people following Mr. Huo. Fang Shimian was thinking that it would be a bit crowded if they all got into one car. In the blink of an eye, he saw the people following Mr. Huo got into the two cars next to them in a well-trained manner.

Fang Shimian felt that he was worrying for nothing, and slowly switched to the next shot of the underground garage.

At 7pm, two other colleagues came to take over. When Ma Liang saw Fang Shimian, he excitedly stepped forward and pinched his face, "Smelly boy, do you miss your brother Ma?"

Xu Long slapped the handover watch on Ma Liang and said, "Don't mess with him. If you feel itchy, go pinch Lao Zhang."

Zhang Mingjie took a step back and looked at Ma Liang with a warning, "Don't come to provoke me."

Ma Liang laughed loudly, picked up the folder and walked away, glancing at Zhang Mingjie, "You're like this, you won't even touch me even if I pay you."

Fang Shimyeon and Xu Long went to the supermarket after get off work and each picked out a bunch of snacks and instant noodles. When checking out, Xu Long also picked up a few boxes of AD calcium milk.

"You really won't have dinner with me tomorrow? I found a group purchase for a barbecue buffet. Look at this restaurant, it's pretty good, I guarantee you won't disappoint me." Xu Long handed the phone to Fang Shimian's face, and when Fang Shimian wanted to take it for a closer look, he took it away.

Fang Shimian swallowed unconsciously as he thought about the barbecue, but when he thought about Zhu Ze, he shook his head and said, "Not tomorrow." Then he looked up at Xu Long with shining eyes like a puppy and said, "Brother Long, let's go next week. We'll go eat next week."

"I'll think about it..."

"Don't think about it, Brother Long. It's boring to eat alone."

"You bastard, do you know how to talk? What do you mean I'm alone? Don't I have any friends?"

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Before going to bed at night, a notification message came from WeChat, saying that Zhu Ze had not received the money and the money was returned. Fang Shimian didn't pay much attention to it, turned off the alarm clock, and put his phone in the living room to charge as usual.

It was already half past ten when Fang Shimian woke up the next day. He went to the bathroom, washed up briefly, then went to the closet to find a fleece sweatshirt and put on a dark blue jacket.

Fang Shimian scratched his head in front of the mirror. It shouldn't look perfunctory if he dressed like this.

After cleaning up, Fang Shimian went to the living room to get his cell phone. There was a missed call from Zhu Ze, which had been received more than 20 minutes ago.

Fang Shimian felt that it was still early, so he hesitated for a while while holding the phone before calling Zhu Ze back.

This time Zhu Ze didn't answer. A minute later, he sent him a string of phone numbers on WeChat and asked him to tell the driver the address. The driver would arrive at the location on time to pick him up at twelve o'clock.

Fang Shimian threw his changed clothes into the washing machine and went out with the trash in his hand. When he went downstairs, he called the driver and arranged a meeting at Yunjin No. 1.

He went to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China downstairs to withdraw two thousand in cash, and ate a bowl of wonton at a nearby snack stand. He originally wanted to take the medicine with the soup, but after a slight hesitation, Fang Shimian put the medicine away again.

The illness is already cured, it would be a waste to take it again. Besides, this medicine is so expensive, save it for the next time you feel unwell.

Fang Shimian went back home and carefully found a place to put the medicine.

After staying on the sofa for a while, Fang Shimian went downstairs with the electric car key.

It wasn't yet twelve o'clock, but the driver was already waiting there, in the same location, with the same car.

After Fang Shimian got into the car, he saw that the driver was the only one in the car and he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But when Zhu Ze still didn't show up when they arrived at the destination, Fang Shimian became nervous again. He was taken to a restaurant for a simple meal, and then he was taken to get his hair cut and measured.

The order this time was very urgent, and the teacher in charge of the clothing did not have time to design and customize it for the customer. He could only take ready-made clothes from various clothing brands and then make some modifications and adjustments to the details.

When the stylist was matching clothes for Fang Shimian, he finally came to his senses from his confusion. Especially when he saw the disdain in the stylist's smile, Fang Shimian realized that he might have become an object again.

An item that can be displayed in front of everyone needs exquisite packaging.

Fang Shimian's original clothes were thrown casually into the dirty clothes basket in the corner. The zipper in his coat pocket slipped down a little, revealing the bright red banknotes inside.

Fang Shimian wanted to take it, and when he stood up and walked over, the costume designer followed him. Seeing Fang Shimian squatting on the ground zipping up his clothes, he said impatiently, "Sir, no one here will touch your things."

A few laughs were heard nearby. Fang Shimian picked up two pieces of his clothes, not daring to look at the eyes of the people around him, and sat back with his head down.

"Lift your head up, look more energetic." After the stylist was satisfied, he asked the makeup artist to help him trim his eyebrows. He looked at Fang Shimian's face and said meaningfully, "Your skin is so good, young master, are you still a minor?"

Everyone could hear the sarcasm in the phrase "young master". Fang Shimian kept his head down from beginning to end and did not look at himself in the mirror. He said, "I am not a young master anymore. I am already an adult."

The stylist was stunned for a moment. He did feel a little uncomfortable. At this age, without any parents notifying him in advance, and not a long-term member, he looked so delicious, but was brought here mysteriously by a personal assistant. It was easy to guess what he did for a living.

Originally, he just thought that this kid was too young to learn how to make quick money, but as soon as he said this, looking at the boy's jet-black hair, the stylist felt weird and uncomfortable.

"Ready, you don't need to put on makeup since you have a good foundation." The stylist asked someone to bring a bag of clothes and patted Fang Shimian on the shoulder, "Lift your head and straighten your back. It's no use for a boy to be timid. Be open and confident."

Fang Shimian was taken out and returned to the car. The driver took a look at him in the rearview mirror and thought to himself, no wonder the boss cares so much about this brother who suddenly showed up. He looks so handsome after a little grooming, even better than the stars in the movies.

The car stopped in the underground garage of Hengshi Building. The driver got out to smoke. Fang Shimian sat in the car, looking at the quiet and empty parking lot, thinking about the people and things that made him uneasy. Suddenly, an absurd idea arose in his mind.

Otherwise, run away.