Chapter 57
Two months later
In a bar with a crazy decoration style, Fang Chu, a middle-aged man with long hair, was sitting on the cash register with his legs crossed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The screen of the mobile phone he threw on the table was still on, with the chat group interface on it.
[Fang Wei]: Congratulations to Xiao Shao, you actually got the second-level authority directly after the internship evaluation. [Screenshot] A notification in a large family group
【Young and Beautiful Lady】: Oh my god, Xiao Shao you are so amazing!!
[Qing Mei’er]: Congratulations, Shao Ge!
[I am a madman from Chu]: Congratulations!
[Dahuige]: Congratulations! [Expression] Even though my face is distorted, I still want to wish you the best.
[Baby is still young, hold him up high]: Congratulations, Shao Ge! You are my role model!
[Fang Jia Xiao Shao]: Thank you everyone! [Expression] Fist clenched, I will continue to work hard
Congratulations*
Well, not to mention that amazing classmate who was said to have such dazzling operation that his restaurant was closed down due to collective complaints from customers, Xiao Shao's performance was also far behind.
Fang Chu sighed. He had previously complained that his bar was a documentary channel, but now even documentaries have become a fantasy. The entire bar was empty, and the screen had been blank for who knows how long.
Not only is his luck extremely bad, but even his applications for the charity corner have been rejected repeatedly, and no one knows which old-fashioned senior is in charge of him.
Why is fate so cruel to him!!!
Fang Chu felt that his passion was about to be frozen by the cruel reality!
He was so absorbed in his self-pity that he did not hear the long-awaited sound of the door being pushed open. It was only when he heard a gentle greeting that he reacted.
"Fellow villager, are you selling food and cotton clothes here?" A simple and honest middle-aged man stood in front of him, followed by a teenager. They each carried two empty baskets.
Seeing Fang Chu's eyes wide open, the man thought he was scared by him and said, "Don't worry, we don't take a single needle or thread from the masses, and we trade fairly." The man put down the basket, took out a piece of washed handkerchief from the clothes on his chest, slowly opened it, revealing a dozen dollars wrapped tightly inside.
Fang Chu's eyes did not look at the shining oceans, but passed over the pure and firm smiles on their faces, the worn but neat green military uniforms on their bodies, the mud on their newly tied straw sandals on their feet, and finally stopped on the faded military caps on their heads.
There, a red star is shining.