urban life

Chapter 522 Bigger and Stronger
The night lights shone brightly, covering the entire city.

Zhou Liang put down the publication, looked at the sky, deep and quiet, and stretched.

another beautiful day.

At this moment, the reading time has closed, and the soft and colorful incandescent lamps illuminate the whole room.

Ran Qiu held the mop, bent slightly, and cleaned the house, not sparing every corner.

Zhou Liang quietly watched the other party running around the room with a mop, two or three beads of crystal clear sweat permeated from the crescent eyebrows, and slowly slid down her cheeks. The moment she fell, she wiped it casually with her wrist.

Sensing his gaze, Ran Qiu turned around and asked, "What are you looking at? Are you thinking about something nasty? My God! It's another day of being "stared" by men."

While speaking, he shook his body, as if goosebumps fell all over the ground.

Zhou Liang stood up, took over the work she was doing, started cleaning, thought for a while, and said, "Don't you feel bored?"

"Boring? What? You mean the librarian?" Ran Qiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood Zhou Liang's question, "Well, it's okay."

"fine?"

"It's okay." Ran Qiu lay on the sofa, his wet legs hooked together, showing off his fiery body like a devil, "It's a little more boring than the bar, KTV, and feasting every day. At the beginning, it was difficult to accept, but after working for a long time, I can get used to it.”

Zhou Liang asked, "I never thought about going back to my previous life."

"It's okay." Ran Qiu blinked those slender and curved eyes, "At first I was a little nostalgic, those life experiences in the past were simply too exciting, but people are animals of habit, after working as a librarian for a long time, it's not easy. Not much to miss."

"Ah!" She sighed at this point, "Actually, there is nothing to miss, it's all bad experiences, socializing, drinking with people, talking to people, talking nonsense to the devil, smiling on the face, and MMP in my heart. Hypocritical and pompous!"

Zhou Liang didn't express his views on Ran Qiu's past life, nor did he continue to ask.

Because he could see that the other party had already adapted to the life of ordinary people, and he didn't want to think about the past.

After thinking about it, he changed the subject and asked, "Have you ever thought about changing jobs?"

"Why?" Ran Qiu sat up, looked at him with slender eyes, asked him instead of responding.

Zhou Liang replied: "This job is not good."

"I think that's—quite good." Ran Qiu counted with his fingers, "First, the wages are not low, at least seventy or eighty percent of them are workers; Go to work every day, clean the house every day, and put away books, simple and easy. Third, when you are not around, I am the manager of a store without a name, how can I treat myself badly?

Now and now, where can I find such a high-quality job?Anyway, with my education and ability, I couldn't find it.I figured it out—”

A sinister smile appeared on Ran Qiu's exquisite face: "Don't think about it, the kind of thinking that is fully realized is not thinking in the physical sense."

Everyone is an adult and can understand. You don't need to explain so thoroughly, Zhou Liang thought to himself.

No interruption, waiting for the other party to continue to answer.

Seeing that Zhou Liang still had the same plain expression, and his gags didn't work, Ran Qiu curled his lips in disappointment, and continued: "As long as your bookstore continues to operate, I will always rely on you as a librarian until The sky is barren and the earth is old, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten."

Zhou Liang didn't continue to ask, a faint smile appeared on his face: "OK."

The two of them cleaned the house together, put the messy books back in place, and after doing everything, turned off the incandescent light and pulled down the shutter door.

When he came outside, the cold wind whizzed past, blowing into Zhou Liang's body, and he shrank his head involuntarily.

He seemed to think of something, took out his mobile phone, found Ran Qiu's VX number, and transferred money to the other party.

Jingle Bell!
With a ringing bell, Ran Qiu was slightly surprised when he saw the transfer number, and looked at him: "So much?"

"Under your operation, Yuedu Time has made a qualitative leap in operating income, plus the year-end bonus, you deserve it all."

Ran Qiu's eyebrows danced brightly: "Thank you boss, I have the urge to promise you with my body."

"." Zhou Liang put his hands in his pockets, walked slowly, and looked around. It was almost the Spring Festival, and the shops around the street were filled with a festive atmosphere. I'll take care of the rest of the time."

He came to the bookstore today to pay Ran Qiu's salary, and to give her a vacation.

I am on vacation and have extra time to take care of the bookstore. Ran Qiu has also been busy for a long time and needs to rest.

In a few days, the entire Shanghai will be empty, migrant workers will return to their hometowns, and bookstores will be closed for a while.

"Forget it! Take people's money and eliminate disasters with people. I will work all the time during the Spring Festival." Ran Qiu's answer exceeded Zhou Liang's expectations. He tilted his head and looked at her with surprise in his eyes. The former knew Zhou Liang well. Thinking something in my heart, I squeezed a smile on my face, "I have some conflicts with my family members. It's better to miss each other than to see each other. It's better not to see each other."

Upright officials can hardly break housework.

The most difficult thing to solve in the world is the conflict between family members. Zhou Liang thought he didn't have the skills to solve each other's problems, so he didn't continue to ask.

If you ask again, it will seem ignorant.

Ran Qiu didn't seem to be hurt in the slightest by this, so he put on his hat to prevent the cold wind from hitting his face, and asked, "Boss, do you have any dreams?"

"No." Zhou Liang shook his head, turned around and asked, "Do you have any?"

"Not before, but now."

"?"

"I want to make Reading Time bigger and stronger. I want to open not only one store, but many stores; not only in Shanghai, but also all over the country and the world; not only to become an online celebrity brand, I want to Make it a bookstore with a profound heritage, and become a sacred place for scholars." When Ran Qiu talked about his dream, those eyes burst into light, which seemed to pierce the darkness of the sky.
"Open countless stores, then go public, manipulate stocks, and the white money will come rolling in. And we must have a big structure, go out of the past, based on the present, and step into the future. At that time, you, the boss, will be comparable to Confucius, The sages of Mencius."

Zhou Liang twitched the corner of his mouth.

It just gets more and more outrageous.

If he goes on, he will soon become the greatest person in the entire history of mankind.

And the greatest man in human history will "step on the sewing machine" because of manipulating the stock market.

Zhou Liang only had four words for the pancake that Ran Qiu drew for him: Wash and sleep.

Don't make some or nothing.

He just wanted to find a shelter for himself while reading, and he didn't have such big ideals and ambitions.

The two chatted while walking through the cold night.

Ran Qiu's Bentley was sold, and together with some of the money he had worked so hard to save over the years, he bought a house in Shanghai, not far from the bookstore.

In this way, I can be regarded as settled down in Shanghai, without thinking about whether I will be kicked out by the landlord tomorrow.

Perhaps because of the stability of his body, Ran Qiu's whole heart is not as erratic and impetuous as before, and now he can face the people and things around him with a happy attitude.

She stood where she was, looking at Zhou Liang's back until he disappeared.

Then he suddenly became happy, hummed a little song, and walked home.

When I got home, Ran Qiu's little sister was sitting on the sofa, eating snacks, watching short videos, and laughing from time to time.

"Sister Qiu, you are back." The little sister greeted her when she saw her.

"Yeah." Ran Qiu snorted softly, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I don't want to sleep." The little sister put down her phone, ran to Ran Qiu's side, stretched her neck, and asked curiously, "I just saw that Boss Zhou sent you home. You didn't ask him to come up in such a cold weather." Sit down and have a cup of coffee?"

Ran Qiu poured a glass of warm water, drank it all, and rolled his eyes at the little sister: "I advise you not to think wildly, relying on the mountains and mountains, relying on everyone to run, relying on your own ability is the most important thing, those boyfriends you are dating now No one is reliable, you can play while you are young, but when you are older, it is not so attractive."

After a pause, he continued, "It's time for you to find a serious job and live on."

"Oh!" The little sister shook her shoulders, "If I want to settle down in Shanghai, I have to make a lot of money, and I'm not like you. I met a young master Zhou and gave you millions for nothing. I have a house of my own."

"Ugh!"

Ran Qiu sighed, did not speak, went to the bathroom to take a shower, entered the bedroom, fell on the bed, wanted to sleep, but after thinking about it, sat up, picked up a book by the bedside table, and started to read.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and the streets and alleys are filled with festive atmosphere.On both sides of the road, there are lights and festoons, full of red lanterns and colorful flags, which makes people feel extremely lively and festive.

During the Spring Festival, when the migrant workers had to return to their hometowns, Zhou An’s taxi business was booming, and they took customers to and from them every day.

While driving carefully, Zhou An said to the co-pilot passenger: "Go back to your hometown?"

"Yeah." The passenger raised his legs and shook his body slightly, looking like he was returning home, "After working outside for a year, I can finally go home. Thinking about it, this year was a waste of time, and I only made more than 100 yuan. Wan, it’s better to stay at home, at least you can earn two or three million in your hometown.”

"Brother Niubi!" Zhou An looked at the other party while waiting for the traffic light. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, but he looked good, so he couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

"Hey, what a big deal." The passenger in the suit smartly waved his hands, "This man, his fate is determined by the sky. Some people do a little work at will, and the money will roll in. Some people work hard and work hard for ten years. You can't make much money for a few hours. It's like you run a taxi, exposed to the wind and the sun, busy, and the income is not high, right?"

"Brother, you are so right." Zhou An looked envious, "We drive a cheap taxi, and sometimes it's not enough to pay for gas."

The passenger in the suit finally took a straight look at Zhou Liang, and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, I didn't hit you, there is no future in running a taxi. As a brother, I feel distressed. Let's add contact information, I can make money Lu Zi, a book with a lot of money, can teach you."

At this time, Zhou Liang stopped the car outside the train station and said happily, "Okay."

The passenger in the suit asked, "The fare?"

"Hi!" Zhou Liang waved his hand, "Can I give you a little more fare?"

"What?" After hearing the words, the passenger in the suit stared wide-eyed, and looked at Zhou Liang with an expression of disbelief, "I will provide you with a way to make money for free, it's fine if you don't give me money, and it's fine if you don't appreciate Dade , and even asked me for the fare? Do you have a conscience? Do you really?"

The passenger in the suit had a hideous face, as if he had been greatly hurt in his heart.

Just at this moment, a clear and loud voice sounded, echoing in the car: Your Alipay has arrived, 300 million yuan.

Suddenly, the car became quiet, and the passenger in a suit seemed to have been strangled by someone, his face flushed.

Looking at the faint smile on Zhou An's face, the passenger in the suit finally paid obediently.

"Fuck you MB, are you pretending to be you?" Zhou An stood there, watching the other party disappear, and couldn't help but curse.

The co-author got in the car and chatted with him for a long time, showing off his wealth while talking about making money with him. He said it so righteously, and it turned out that it was just for the bus fare of tens of yuan.

Zhou An once thought that everyone has a brain, and everyone can use it, but after running for a taxi, he discovered that there is a really good saying: a brain is a good thing, but unfortunately not everyone has it.

There are just too many wonders in the world.

"Arguing with a customer again?" Guan Song, a taxi driver Zhou An knew, asked with a smile, "You are too, take a step back, as long as the customer doesn't move, you will pretend that you didn't hear it. More things are worse than few things." one thing."

Zhou An replied: "It's not noisy, it's just that I met a fool."

"Hey!" Guan Song sighed, "That's right, your kid runs a taxi just for entertainment, not like us for living, so you don't have to be so timid and fearful. Life is simply too unfair. Why do some people have so much free time? Bored to run a taxi, but some people can't wait to give up this job."

Zhou An thought for a while, and said solemnly: "A loss is a blessing."

"Then I wish you happiness like the East China Sea and a long life."

The two chatted for a while, Guan Song accepted an order and went to work again.

Zhou An looked at the sky, it was gloomy, as if a rainstorm was coming, he was not in the mood to go to work, stepped on the gas pedal, and left for the company.

When I arrived at the company, I grabbed a few bags of Zheng Li's snacks as usual, entered Hou Mengting's office, threw the whole person on the sofa, and watched TV while eating snacks, feeling very comfortable.

Hou Mengting glanced at him: "Hey, why didn't your old man go to work today?"

Zhou An lazily replied: "It's not interesting."

"How boring is boring?"

"Hmm." Hearing this question, Zhou An thought for a while, "It's almost at the same level as your sleep."

Cao!
After the words fell, Hou Mengting vomited softly, clenched her fists randomly, and rushed towards Zhou An.

For three days, the house will not be marked with tiles.

If he didn't teach this man a lesson, he really treated her like a waste.

Immediately, the whole office erupted into a commotion, accompanied by bursts of shrill screams, heart-piercing.

Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.

(End of this chapter)