half-baked life

Chapter 55: Working hard to make money is not shabby at all!

"Uncle Sun, don't worry, we will hire someone to wash it for you and ensure your safety throughout the process."

Pan Ke reached out and pushed Jiang He towards Sun Qian, "Look, it's this girl and her team. Not everyone can wash it, I have to look at your body condition first..."

"Little girl, will you give me a bath?"

Sun Qi'an interrupted Pan Ke with an excited expression, staring at his droopy, yellow and turbid eyes, and staggered towards Jiang He. The unpleasant body odor was mixed with dirty hair, oil, garbage, and other weird smells. , it was like a heavy punch hitting Jiang He in the face.

Jiang He's breath suddenly suffocated. She nodded quickly and took half a step back calmly. "It's not just me. Several of us will help you wash it together."

"Then...when will you wash it? Can you do it today?"

Sun Qian was suddenly so active that he pretended to scratch his chest, "I just happened to be itchy for the past two days."

"Hey, as soon as you said a pretty girl would help you take a bath, you started to feel itchy, right? You reacted too quickly."

Panko smiled silently, "It's definitely not possible today. You see, you don't even have a place to stand here. How can you wash it? In this way, you first find out your case and let others evaluate your physical condition. , see if it can be washed."

"I'm in good health!" Sun Qian tried hard to straighten his rickety back, but he couldn't straighten it up at all. He just stretched his neck so long that he looked like the Prime Minister Turtle in the cartoon.

Pan Ke saw this and felt both angry and funny. After persuading him for a while, Sun Qi'an slowly handed Jiang He some of his medical records.

Jiang He first checked to see if Sun Qian had any skin diseases, infectious diseases, etc. After finding out that there were none, she couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She briefly recorded Sun Qian's physical symptoms, and then asked him if he could reproduce the case.

"You can't take pictures!" Sun Qian snatched the case back as if facing a formidable enemy, and hurriedly stuffed his head under the quilt, "This is mine...my privacy! You can't take pictures! No one can take pictures!"

"This is another disease. Alzheimer's is like this. It comes from time to time, and it will get better after a while."

Pan Ke hurriedly comforted Jiang He, but as soon as she finished speaking, she felt that the words sounded inappropriate, so she quickly added, "Uncle Sun has absolutely no violent tendencies, you can rest assured. There will be people in the community when the bathing assistance is provided." Come here to help and I will absolutely guarantee your safety."

"Then I'll trouble you, Director Pan."

"To be honest, I really didn't expect you to agree."

The two left Sun Qi'an's home and on the way back to the community office, Pan Ke said bluntly, "Our community has contacted several nursing homes and housekeeping companies before. When they saw Uncle Sun's situation, they all said they couldn't earn this kind of money. "

"I'm thinking about the future." Jiang He was also very straightforward.

"Hahaha... I understand, can we cooperate happily?"

"Happy cooperation." As soon as Jiang He held Pan Ke's right hand, Pan Ke's cell phone rang.

"...What? A fight started? Who started a fight with whom? Xiao Sun, don't worry, just say it slowly... Hey, okay, I'll go back right away."

Pan Ke said goodbye to Jiang He in a hurry and trotted all the way to the office. Jiang He was in a good mood and wandered slowly behind. However, after wandering for a while, she realized that her presence was not very welcome. The passers-by who passed by her, Everyone was either side-eyeing or covering their noses.

Jiang He then remembered to smell herself. She really didn't expect that just after staying in Sun Qi'an's room for less than 10 minutes, her whole body would be smelled, and her whole body would stink.

She was so disgusted by the smell that she couldn't bear to think about the cold. She quickly took off her coat, stood in the downwind and started to shake her arms.

However, after a few hugs, the phone rang several times in succession, and Zhang Jiefang sent her four screenshots, all of which were potential customers who wanted Jieping's "home-to-home" service.

Although she still had time to visit one or two houses, the problem was that Jiang He smelled like the trash can had turned into semen. It was really inappropriate to visit her, so she decided to go home first.

"Why are you back so early? Didn't Jiefang send you a few more... Just wait a moment, you... don't come in yet!"

As soon as Jiang Xiaoping opened the door halfway, she covered her mouth and nose because of the smoke. She looked at Jiang He in disbelief, "What does it smell like on you? Did you step on dog poop?" "...Does it still smell? "Jiang He lowered her head and smelled herself in confusion. This time she didn't smell anything.

Jiang He kept the car windows half-opened all the way home, and the cold wind made her face stiffen. She thought the stink had gone away long ago!
"Stand outside for a while to let the smell go." Jiang Xiaoping patted the door mercilessly.

When she opened the door again, Jiang Xiaoping had already put on an N95 mask and was holding two bottles of perfume in her hand. Zhang Jiefang, who was following her, originally wanted to laugh at Jiang Xiaoping's "making a fuss out of a molehill", but as soon as she smelled Jiang He's smell, she I immediately held my breath, pursed my lips, raised the deodorant and started spraying it wildly.

Jiang He was completely caught off guard and had only time to cover his face with his hands.

She inexplicably felt like a cockroach stuck in a corner. Her mother and Zhang Jiefang obviously wanted to conspire to kill her with deodorant and perfume!

"Hurry up and take a shower!" Jiang He took off his coat, kicked off his shoes, and was finally allowed to enter the house.

"Soak for a while... and your hair, remember to wash it twice more!" Jiang Xiaoping didn't forget to warn her loudly even after the bathroom door was closed.

Jiang He obeyed his mother's orders and even dug out the expensive essential oil balls that Jiang Xiaoping had treasured for a long time. He happily soaked them in the bathtub for an hour before taking them out.

As soon as she dried her hair and left the bathroom, she found that the room was as cold as an ice cellar. The windows of the balcony and the living room were open, and the cold wind blew through the room. Jiang He was unprepared and sneezed three times in a row.

"Hurry up and close the window before He'er catches a cold again." Lao'er, who was wrapped in a coral velvet blanket on the sofa, waved to Jiang He, "Come to Lao'er quickly, it's warm here!"

"I'm here!" Jiang He immediately ducked into his grandma's arms. When he was a child, there was no heating at home in the winter, so he had to rely on the briquette stove for heating. In winter, the house was so cold that even the water in the cup would freeze, so Jiang He followed Grandma slept on the same bed, one old and one young, hugging each other for warmth.

"Did you end up in the garbage during your trip?" Jiang Xiaoping really couldn't figure out how Jiang He stunk like this.

"No, it's an old man from Lihuang Community. His house is full of garbage."

Jiang He took the pad out of his bag as he spoke. Jiang Xiaoping did not reach out to take it immediately, but sprayed it with alcohol first.

"...If this is the case, let's forget about it."

Jiang Xiaoping was a bit of a germaphobe, and when Jiang He mentioned the shoe-sticky floor at Sun Qian's house, she couldn't bear it any more, and nervously rubbed her arms with bristling hairs.

"Didn't Jiefang send you four or five more interested people? We are not short of this one."

"Sun Qian is different from other customers. He is paid by the community. If our service is good, Jieping Bath Assistance will have the opportunity to cooperate directly with the community in the future to provide bath assistance services for the lonely elderly people in their jurisdiction. If this channel can If it works, we can make a lot more money than searching for customers one by one online!

"It's okay, Sister Xiaoping. Didn't Jiang He say that the community would clean him up?" Zhang Jiefang now looks at "money" in everything, so naturally she firmly supports Jiang He.

"Why didn't I realize before that you're still a money-lover?" Jiang Xiaoping, who was outnumbered, reached out helplessly and poked Jiang He in the forehead.

"I learned all this from you!" Jiang He put his arms around Jiang Xiaoping's waist sweetly, "What's wrong with being obsessed with money? 'A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way', so he works hard to make money..."

"Not shabby at all!" Jiang Xiaoping lowered her head and pinched Jiang He's ears, and said in unison with her.

"You two... seem a little different today." Liang Xiujing was keenly aware of the subtle changes in the relationship between Jiang Xiaoping and Jiang He.

"Really?" Jiang He raised his eyebrows at her mother.

"It's nothing." Jiang Xiaoping blinked in response.

"It's really different." Liang Xiujing affirmed.

(End of this chapter)