Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1711-1

The days of peace and tranquility are always short.

As the morning light rises, the noise grows louder.

After a busy night, Fu Qian stretched out from behind the counter and looked at the business he had worked so hard to build.

Shanghai is indeed a top metropolis, and its people’s spirit of continuous self-improvement is admirable.

Even during this period of time, there are still three or five customers enjoying the fragrance of books and trying their best to be influenced by the culture.

squeak--

Even as the door was pushed open, a vigorous young man who looked like a student continued to come in.

"Sorry everyone, the store is closed."

Unfortunately, what greeted him was another kind of influence called corporate culture.

Leaning back in his seat, it was obvious that Fu Qian was targeting more than just the young customer, as he glanced over all the men and women and growled lazily.

Most of the people who would visit the bookstore in the morning obviously had no resistance to such corporate culture. After exchanging some panicked glances, they responded to the call and walked out.

"Excuse me can I confirm your closing time? It's 13 minutes after 7 in the morning."

However, not everyone is so cooperative, such as students who have not yet been poisoned by society.

The young man with glasses stood at the door for nearly twenty seconds, watching customers being driven away one after another. Finally, at one point, he mustered up the courage and walked forward instead of retreating.

"It's hard to imagine this is a standard store closing period, so I have to wonder if this was directed at me."

Even the speech sounds reasonable.

"If that's the case, I won't leave until I get what I want."

against?

Fu Qian looked up at this courageous young man. Under the bottle-cap-like lenses, his eyes were firm, although they had dark circles from lack of sleep.

"Don't worry, our store's business rules are always the same for everyone - for example, T-shirts and shorts are not allowed."

Fu Qian sighed, “It’s great to be young,” and shook his head.

"...Aren't you wearing a T-shirt and shorts too? Aren't we all treated the same?"

Obviously, he didn't expect that this kind of street shop would have a dress code, but after a moment of hesitation, the young man reacted instantly, gritted his teeth and used his own weapon to attack the enemy.

And he was absolutely right.

Fu Qian followed his gaze and looked at the T-shirt with a different pattern compared to when he was talking with Ms. Sissi.

Yes, it was not the next morning, more than thirty hours had passed since the night meeting.

Fu Qian had been working hard here for more than a day and even went back to change his clothes.

It's a pity that I have been sitting here most of the time since then and haven't had time to buy new clothes, so the flaw was discovered by the customer.

Of course, young people never know the dangers of the business world.

"You're not even wearing socks—"

"And socks."

Just as the other party's tone became more serious, Fu Qian added coldly.

Young man, how could you ever think of arguing with the referee over a win or loss?

……

  click!

In the dawn breeze, the young man who finally slammed the door and left did not let his ambition down and learned a valuable lesson in life in this morning.

Happy times are also short.

After politely watching the customers leave, Fu Qian, feeling satisfied, finally stood up and closed the business.

The whole day or so was calm, with no signs of feather dolls or anything like that.

It seemed that as people who were out there, they had a relatively thorough understanding of the importance of stopping at a certain point, and did not continue to do something stupid. Of course, Chief Yuan would definitely not let his guard down easily, and Miss Wen was naturally resting under protection.

The end result is that until now, the bookstore has not welcomed any special visitors, and everyone is busy with their own things.

Even at the same time, the efforts of the greedy insects are in full swing, which is gratifying.

In view of this, as the mastermind behind the scenes, I must not slack off.

Fu Qian returned to the second floor, stretched his body, and took off the messenger casually.

……

[Identity verification completed, today’s work begins]

[Warning, leakage accident]

[Name: Bitter Fruit, No. 1-011]

[Today’s work content has been updated, entering the containment scene of 1-011 and completing the re-containment]

As expected, a new week brings new atmosphere, and the first day is task numbered one.

The virtual images that appeared in the leak this time are, it has to be said, very abstract.

The color was gray, and the vortex, like fog and water, swirled between the many black pillars. The area was so large that even the table where he placed his collection was covered.

And a special feeling of oppression makes people feel at the first moment that all this seems to be immersed in an unreachable deep sea.

[Whether to consume 1 point of san value to start]

【Yes】

Reviews are reviews, and there was no delay at all before payment.

[Entering containment scene 1-011]

[The current san value is 99, the current inspiration is 99]

[Choose the skills and items you want to carry]

I have to say that the non-public loss of san value has been a bit high recently.

First, he met a senior in Xiyuan, and then when he returned to Shangjing, he met another prison angel who was a professional "purifier of evil", so that his number had directly fallen below the three-digit mark.

Fortunately, there are no restrictions on this task numbered one.

Although according to past experience, this generally does not mean that the difficulty will be lower.

But the point here is that there have been quite a lot of gains recently, and without restrictions, there will be opportunities to test it a little.

People should always have eyes that can discover the good side.

While appreciating life, Fu Qian checked all the familiar skills and brought along items that were easy to carry.

The only regret now is that the attire is not formal enough. I hope the warehouse will provide work clothes.

【……8%…13%…21%…34%…55%…89%…100%，收容场景加载完成】

Amidst beautiful expectations for the future, the first mission of this week officially begins.

[Trying to fit the collection of impulses and desires into a symbolic self-portrait is the source of all tragedies.

For the first time in your life, you give up using any words to describe the smell that enters your nose, and let the pleasure it brings be like thoroughly washing away the dirt.

In the thrilling excitement, this realization finally arises in your mind.

And this feeling, in turn, becomes an amplifier, helping the joy to continue to expand, and eventually go beyond the scope of description in words.

You begin to regret deeply that you only realized this today, but you are also extremely glad that you are no longer like those ignorant people who continue to bury their heads in the cage they created.

This feeling is so sweet that it can make people intoxicated forever. Anyone who interrupts it will commit an unforgivable sin.

Unfortunately, this new thought was interrupted by a pat on the shoulder.]