Pet King

Another day.

Seemingly peaceful day.

In the early morning, Zhang Zi'an, as usual, simply packed the store and opened for business at the usual time.

There are usually no customers this early, so he poured mineral water into Fina's drinking bowl and made a pot of tea for old tea, so he planned to go to the stall across the road to buy something to eat.

He put on his coat, walked to the entrance of the shop, unlocked the floor-to-ceiling glass door, pushed open the shop door and went out, but saw several young men sitting on the sidewalk teeth on the side of the road, as if waiting for someone.

These young people didn't feel good to him. He counted seven people, wearing uniform motorcycle leather jackets.

Hearing the sound of Zhang Zi'an opening the store door, the seven turned around at the same time.

Zhang Zi'an wanted to laugh a little. Each of the seven people's hair was dyed in a different color, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, and the hairstyle was very Shamat.

What is this, do you want to make a movie? Looking at these seven different-colored heads, is it probably a special feature film for children like "Rainbow Warrior"?

But he couldn't laugh. The eyes of these seven people were very fierce, and in order to emphasize their fierce eyes, they were also painted with heavy eyeshadows. Several of them also wore nose rings, lip studs and ear studs.

Under their feet, there were a pile of empty beer cans, and a pinch in their hands was drinking.

Zhang Zi'an would like to say that the sanitation workers have just finished sweeping the street. Would you not cherish the fruits of your labor like this?

But he couldn't tell.

These people stood up and threw away half of the beer cans. They also flattened the beer cans and spilled beer foam on the ground.

Zhang Zi'an looked over them and looked at the stall across the street. The couple, who usually stand out every day in the storm, don't know why they didn't show up today.

Other shops did not open so early.

Seven people drew their hands into their pockets, and Dang Erlang fan-shapedly approached Zhang Zi'an.

A man in a suit glasses carrying a briefcase looked at the phone and walked down, walking towards them and Zhang Zi'an.

The purple hair on the edge immediately shouted, "Four-eyed dogs! Say you! Four eyes don't look at the road? Would Ziye give you more eyes?"

The man in a business suit and glasses was so scared that the mobile phone fell to the ground. When he saw this posture, he knew that he was bending over, picked up the mobile phone, stumbled and ran off the road, and ran back while running to see if he had caught up.

The other pedestrians avoided it from a distance and detoured.

It seems that even passing vehicles are accelerating when they step on the accelerator.

Zhang Zi'an's spirit was very tense, and he could feel the blood color fading from his face.

These people are not here to buy pets.

How to do? Close the glass door and return to the store?

It's too late for one thing, even if it's closed, it can be broken if you really want to smash it. Besides, if you can hide the first day, can you hide more than fifteen? Is it closed?

In any case, he decided to ask at least clearly.

"Some people, this is a pet shop." He said, "Do not sell anything else."

"I know, I know," said the blond-haired hippie in the middle with a smile, "I'm looking for a pet shop."

"Oh, is there anything? Are you looking for pets?" Zhang Zi'an asked calmly.

Several of them laughed, laughing wildly and exaggeratedly.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!" Blond smiled. "We don't have pets, we only have women."

"I don't have a woman here," Zhang Zi'an said.

Blond nodded, "I know. But raising a woman requires money, you know that? Brothers come here today to borrow some money from you to spend. Rest assured, we must pay back."

Zhang Zian's hands were full of cold sweat, but a smile still remained on his face, and said, "Sorry, the shop is not doing good business, it is really no money."

"No money? Haha! Boss, you are too dishonest. Do you sell a pet for thousands of dollars? Say no money to lie to the ghost! Or do you look down on Jinye me?" Blonde said aggressively.

"All the money for pets was borrowed, and the money was immediately returned after the sale." Zhang Zi'an said.

Blond hair glared at him, "Boss, you're boring. If people can borrow your money, you can't borrow me? Just help your brother?"

For some reason, Zhang Zi'an's face with blond makeup was particularly disgusting, even though Chen Taitong didn't make him so disgusted when he was in front of him, he wanted to clenched his fists and slammed up.

Zhang Zi'an took a cool breath, calmed his mood, and laughed: "I'm sorry, this small business, the funds are really overwhelming."

The blond hair pinched a foot of hair, and said in an embarrassment: "Boss, you have made it difficult for the brothers ... my brothers are all waiting for dinner and picking up girls. If I ca n’t feed them, I ca n’t guarantee What will happened……"

The other six people all stared at Zhang Zi'an in various poses, faintly forming a semicircle in front of the shop.

Zhang Zi'an was silent.

Blond smiled, "Boss, you don't look so good. Do it like this, brothers won't embarrass you, you say you don't have money, right?"

Zhang Zi'an looked at him.

Blond said to others, "The boss has no money for the time being. Let's be considerate. Just wait here, the boss will be rich when he sells pets."

The others answered, and immediately they squatted down in groups of three, took out the cigarettes, lit them, and swallowed the clouds.

They squatted on the sidewalk and did not hinder anyone. However, there were seven such guys squatting here, and Zhang Zi'an's business could not be done.

They can afford it, and Zhang Zi'an can't afford it.

What worries him even more is that with the passage of time, it is almost time for Xiao Celery to go to school. He does not want Xiao Celery to see these people.

Xiao Celery is coming, and Sun Xiaomeng may pass by.

Zhang Zi'an has nothing to do, even the police can't help it. Who stipulates that he can't borrow money? Who stipulates that you cannot squat on the sidewalk?

Just then, the voice of old tea came from the shop: "Little friends, since these friends are in trouble, you might as well lend them some money."

The voice of Lao Cha was heard by others just a few meows ~ www.readwn.com ~ Zhang Zi'an sounded, did Lao Cha not understand what is happening now?

But he had no other choice. Little celery is coming, and he is not without a hint of luck—maybe it is only this time, and they wo n’t come in the future?

"How much do you want?" He asked.

The blond jumped up and laughed, "The boss is interesting! Seven brothers, how can you spend tens of thousands of dollars to spend it?"

Zhang Zi quietly returned to the store and took out 10,000 yuan from the small safe under the cash register. This is almost the only cash in the store. After all, few people choose cash for payment now.

He walked outside the store and handed the money over, "Only this time."

He knew it was useless, but he had to say it.

Blondie hid a bit of money and thumbs up, "Enough! Brothers, withdraw!"