Chapter 9 Chapter 9 If Boss Qiao doesn’t mind, I’ll tell you…
"Brother, put your hands down."
Qiao Zhuo looked up in response, and the flash of light made him close his eyes: "Tsk, get out."
"So handsome! Brother, your looks are really amazing. No wonder Brother Yuan keeps asking you to be on the show. Are you really not planning to go?" Xiao Luo checked the photo, then changed the angle and raised the camera.
"What are you doing?" Qiao Zhuo covered his eyes.
"Boss Tan said to keep a record to prevent the troublemakers from turning the tables. Oh, and Boss Tan said you'd better get an injury assessment." Xiao Luo moved closer and took more photos.
"Tan Du is your boss?" Qiao Zhuo pushed him away unhappily.
"Of course not!" Xiao Luo put away the camera, "Isn't this just in case?"
"Just in case, you should go." Qiao Zhuo flashed his watch. The store would be closed tomorrow, and the boy had to go back to the countryside as usual and catch the bus.
Ronaldinho immediately jumped up: "Fuck! Let's go!"
He rushed out, but worriedly leaned on the windowsill and warned: "Brother, remember to get some ice and apply the ointment! Go back and rest quickly!"
Qiao Zhuoyi waved his arm casually, and soon he was heard shouting "Goodbye, Boss Tan" downstairs.
Tsk, recognizing bosses everywhere.
You little bastard, isn't one boss enough for you?
"Boss Qiao!"
Qiao Zhuoyi finished packing and went downstairs. As he turned the corner, he saw Xiao Lu coming out of the small warehouse. He subconsciously took two steps back, but was still caught red-handed. He came up and grabbed his arm, "Um, Boss Qiao, I'm so sorry about that night. I really didn't mean it! And Brother Tan didn't..."
This kid talks more than Xiao Luo, like he's chanting a mantra.
Qiao Zhuoyi felt it was inconvenient to speak, so he pulled out his arm and stuffed the towel into the other person's palm.
While Xiao Lu was distracted, he quickly walked downstairs.
Just as I arrived at the door of TD, I heard another voice saying "Boss Joe", with a long tail tone, which sounded really annoying.
Hiss, it’s not over yet.
Tan Du held the door handle and said with a smile: "I want to discuss something with Boss Qiao. You don't have to say anything, just listen to me."
Qiao Zhuo raised his chin slightly and signaled with his eyes - let go.
"I'd like to borrow your room on the third floor," Tan Du said bluntly. "It'll be for about a week. You decide the daily rent."
Why?
Qiao Zhuo glanced at him with a look of rejection.
Tan Du was not annoyed: "Boss Qiao, would you please listen to me first?"
The third floor was a large bunk bed-like room. Qiao Zhuoyi had rented it to store some miscellaneous items. The space was quite small. He tilted his head slightly - what was it used for?
"There's been road construction in the alley to the east recently," Tan Du smiled. "Cars can't get in, which is really affecting the business of the surrounding businesses."
Qiao Zhuo raised his eyebrows - What does it have to do with me?
Merchants have always excluded him from their affairs. Dislike for him is secondary. The main reason is that his business is different from others. Most people come to him after making an appointment because of his reputation as an original, and it has nothing to do with the geographical location.
Some people who joined forces to extort money from him, seeing his appearance and also because of Lao Fan's face, would not easily come to cause trouble.
"I know that tattoo parlors' business isn't affected by traffic. Other shops have suffered significant losses, so they're planning to join in the annual market in a few days.
“The problem is the storage of goods. Although some can be placed in the shed, the space is limited after all, and the rest still needs to be moved back.
"It's quite noisy coming and going every day, especially the trucks transporting goods, whose engines can cause the building to shake..." Tan Du paused.
Qiao Zhuo frowned.
"Will it affect your acupuncture?" Although it was a question, the tone was firm.
Qiao Zhuo opened his mouth slightly and said, "I can't put that much in."
"Not much. Uncle Qiang has already negotiated with the old supply and marketing cooperative, and the merchants' goods can be stored there for the next few days. But they have to find other places to store their stuff."
The alley on the west side is very long, leading to residential buildings to the north and New Street to the south. There is an old supply and marketing cooperative between their building and New Street.
The idle warehouse of the supply and marketing cooperative only stored things from the grain and oil shop, and it was more than enough to accommodate the scattered goods of several shops.
"The supply and marketing cooperative...hiss," Qiao Zhuoyi forgot about his wound for a moment and covered his chin in pain, "put it there..."
"Originally, it was possible," Tan Du quickly replied, "but it's hot out here, and storing too many things won't allow for proper ventilation. Oil and flour are flammable, so it's unsafe, so..."
Qiao Zhuoyi typed on his phone - "Go to Uncle Liang to get the key." The screen lit up in front of Tan Du's eyes. After making sure that the other party could see clearly, he prepared to leave.
Tan Du hurriedly pulled him back: "Uncle Liang is out traveling."
Hiss, why didn’t you say it earlier!
Now he is rushing back to watch the live broadcast of the tattoo competition.
The shop is closed tomorrow, so I need to take my blanket to the city to get it bathed and trimmed.
Qiao Zhuo slammed his finger on the screen: [The key is at home. Bring it over the day after tomorrow.]
"I heard from Xiao Luo that we have a client the day after tomorrow and they'll be moving things around. Since we're closed tomorrow, we won't be affected." Tan Du's eyes flashed. "If Boss Qiao doesn't mind, I'll go with you to get it."
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I'll be applying for the ranking next week, so I'll keep the word count down for the next few days, so it's a little shorter. Bring me some coffee and dessert to make amends [hug]
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