Shi Xirou and Zhang Yiwei came to Yong'an Bridge on Jiefang Road. The intersection opposite the bridge was surrounded by blue iron barriers and was impassable. Two excavators were working, making a deafening noise.
The "Zhao XX Snacks" shop at the corner of the intersection has been emptied, leaving only the signboard and a red paper with the words "Shop for Transfer" written on it.
"It was a prosperous shop, but it can't be operated because of the road construction." Zhang Yiwei complained.
"Brother Zhang, have you noticed that there are quite a few closed stores along the way?"
Shi Xirou lamented, "Over the past three years, affected by the pandemic and the economic recession, business has become increasingly difficult. All industries are facing difficulties. The road construction may just be the last straw that breaks the camel's back for this store."
“I see there are quite a lot of tourists here.”
"Well, Songcheng is an internationally renowned metropolis, so it's normal to have a lot of tourists. Secondly, the country encourages everyone to travel and attend more concerts, and even offers 144-hour visa-free entry to foreigners. After all, this can stimulate consumption and prevent everyone's money from rotting in their pockets."
Moreover, young people make up the largest proportion of this group of consumers. They have a good attitude, enjoy life while they can, live in the present, and paying for love will never go out of style. They will pay as long as they think it is worth it.
When capitalist candidate Shi Xirou thought about fans scrambling for tickets to the family concert and competing to give her money, she was overjoyed, "Hehe."
Zhang Yiwei couldn't help but remind him: "Don't laugh, the owner is watching us in the store. We are here to discuss the rent, be serious."
The owner seemed to treat Zhang Yiwei as a tenant, enthusiastically boasting to him about how bright the store was and how prime its location was. "You're not afraid of my boasting, my store has a lot of traffic. It's just that the road construction has reduced the number of customers. Once the road is repaired, there will be so many customers that we won't be able to squeeze into the store."
Shi Xirou: Really? I almost believed it.
Zhang Yiwei didn't talk nonsense and talked to him directly about the rent, as if he would leave if they couldn't reach an agreement.
When it came to money, the two men argued back and forth for several minutes, and the owner finally agreed to lower the price and waive the rent during the renovation period (half a month).
Seeing that it was Shi Xirou who signed the contract and paid the money, the owner was confused: "Boss Shi, so it's your sister who started the business?"
"No, my last name is Zhang, and I'm her driver."
Shi Xi smiled softly: "I was the one you were chatting with on WeChat before."
Owner: “…” You’re a driver who bargained for your employer but you were so aggressive that you almost hit me. Is it really that serious?
It was easy to find decoration workers. When Shi Xirou was worrying about who to find to help her run the store, her fourth sister sent her a message.
Sister Haoyue: [Xiaoliu, the person has been sent away. You can be beaten or scolded as you please.]
"Wangwang, where is that person? Is it a girl?"
WW: [Hmm, tsk, eh. At your house, man, you should go back quickly.]
Shi Xirou skipped a beat and her eyelids twitched. The person sent by Sister Haoyue shouldn't be a big problem, right?
——
Golden Moon Bay.
Linglong and Linglang bowed deeply to the man who suddenly appeared and greeted him respectfully, "Good morning, Second Palace Master."
The man glanced up and down at the sisters' clothes and said in disdain in Dongqing dialect, "What's good about them? I'm not good at all. What are you wearing? It's so ugly."
Today is Saturday. The two sisters did not go to the company. They wore pajamas purchased online. Linglong's clothes had pink Hello Kitty on them, and Linglang bought a set of Big Yellow Duck. The two sisters did not expect the Second Palace Master to come over, and they stood there awkwardly.
Zhang Sun Wuyou looked around and asked, "Why are there only the two of you? Where is the person she told me about?"
"The boss went to the new store. I'll tell her now." Linglong immediately called Shi Xirou and slipped back into the house to change clothes.
Zhang Sun Wuyou stared at the small purple square. "What is that thing in her hand?"
Linglang struggled desperately: "Mobile phone, it's not fun."
"Show it to me."
Under pressure, Linglang could only hand him her phone and said, "Second Palace Master, you can look at anything else, except WeChat, Tomato Novels, Green River Literature City, and Pocket Writing, especially the latter. You can't read my manuscripts."
"Do I want to read the dirty words you write?"
Linglang is secretly holding a grudge, so you are speaking foul language. Later I will write you into the novel as a weak bottom, and let you give birth to more than a dozen children. Don’t you know that besides a mobile phone, I also have a tablet and a computer, hum!
Changsun Wuyou studied his phone for half a minute, clicked on Kuaishou, and the first video pushed to him was the official footage of Phoenix practicing the choreography for the new song.
Changsun Wuyou frowned. What were these two people doing?
The next video played automatically, showing two men holding hands and cheek to cheek officially announcing their relationship.
The next video shows a group of inexplicable people instigating a man to push another man against the wall, put their ears close to his and stare into his eyes.
Changsun Wuyou gritted his teeth, breathing rapidly. Where had Changsun Haoyue exiled him?! He might as well just hack him to death.
"Second Palace Master, the boss will be here in fifteen minutes. Don't break Linglang's phone. It's worth over five thousand yuan."
Zhang Sun Wuyou gritted his teeth and said, "How do I turn this off?"
Linglong helped him quit Kuaishou. "Want to play a game? I think Happy Match 3 is pretty fun."
When Changsun Wuyou had used up Linglang's energy points and the energy bottles he had accumulated from asking friends for gifts every day, Shi Xirou pushed open the door, and Linglong's eyebrows visibly relaxed.
Changsun Wuyou raised his head, his beautiful features filled with alienation: "Are you Shi Xirou?" This person is even younger than him. Changsun Haoyue is becoming more and more unreliable!
It was truly a stunning glimpse.
A peerless beauty.
Shi Xirou looked at the androgynous, flawless face in front of her and her breath stopped. Designed by Nuwa, meticulously carved by the gods, these adjectives seemed too ordinary.
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