"I was wrong... I thought you were another customer who came to buy cigarettes every day." I said hurriedly.

"You are right, Marlboro's Blast Beads. And all of them are calculated together." After the girl said that, she scanned the payment QR code directly in front of me.

"I will charge you sixty-three yuan." I quickly said and turned around to get the cigarette.

The girl bought a pack of Marlboro's popping beads from me, but I didn't know what was wrong and felt strange.

The next person who comes in is buying cigarettes, so I will pick it up?

The next person who came in bought cigarettes, I would pick them up.

The next person who comes in is buying cigarettes, so I will pick it up!

My mind began to toss and turns, and it seemed that the repeater was turned on in my mind.

Repeat over and over again, and even the repetition starts to be a little bit weird.

I began to confirm my deposit again without confidence, 54,038 yuan.

I took 4,000 yuan, 38 yuan from my bank card and took out the UnionPay card with a total of 50,000 yuan from my pocket and was stunned.

Worth or not?

I thought of something and hurried to the warehouse.

Convenience stores always have some small warehouses, which are generally used to stack hot-selling products for instant replenishment.

There is also a wardrobe for our employees in the small warehouse, which is my former wardrobe. The key to the wardrobe is still honestly inserted into it, as if waiting for me to twist it away.

I hadn't offended the store manager that year. When I was in the day shift, I heard about international summits and g20. At that time, the headquarters sent a suit, asking us not to wear work clothes anymore but to change it to suits when we were at work.

I wore this suit for a week at the G20 summit that year, and the headquarters did not recycle it after that.

I tried to unscrew the cabinet, and I offended the store manager and started working night shifts and never used it again.

People who work night shifts do not need work clothes, so they naturally don’t use cabinets.

My work clothes are just a red baseball cap, so there is no need to wear clothes for night shifts. Anyway, the customer who comes to buy cigarettes on the night shift either knows him or he knows me. My face is more like a night shift salesperson than my work clothes.

I pulled out the suit from the cabinet. I couldn't tell that the black and gray suit had been lying in the cabinet for half a year.

It is probably because the cabinets are usually sealed, so there is no dust at all.

I tried to pick up the suit and smell it. It smelled badly.

I glanced at the cheap men's perfume on the container, which was always on it when I purchased it. I never sold a bottle, and I was the first customer to buy it.

I stood in front of the stage in a good manner and started acting and directing in front of the camera.

I specially showed the money in my wallet to the camera in an exaggerated way, as if I was a customer who bought things. At the same time, I was also a salesperson who served this customer, and I bought cheap perfume.

I started to spread out the suit, and the moment I spread out, I felt a little disappointed.

That was the position of the back midfielder, and there was a huge hole.

I tried to pick up the clothes and found that it was a trace of some animal biting. I could clearly feel that it was not a hook, because I could see tooth marks symmetrical up and down.

Helplessly, I met the customer and the salesperson again, and this time I bought needles and thread.

I've never sewed my clothes, but I don't know why I've become so meticulous for this suit.

I could tell that the material of the suit was not very good, because it felt no different from my work clothes. The work clothes were not even as good as the school uniforms I had back then. They were not warm in winter and were not breathable in summer. I really doubt the material of the clothes could be used directly to torture the prisoner.

After sewing the clothes, a customer bought a pack of China during the period.

I carefully looked at the stitching face toward the inside of the clothes, so that only a black line could be seen outside. Although it was a bit out of place with the black and gray suit, it should not be that obvious in the back.

I tried to put my suit up and looked at myself in the grooming mirror in the store not far away.

At this moment, I don’t look like a salesperson, but I look a bit like a staff member in the company. Or more like a guy selling a house at the sales office across the street. They wear suits when holding the sales advertising paper. They will ask each other whether they need to buy a house based on their dress, and they never seem to have sent me one.

I thought about the words I said when I met and fantasized a lot.

Why am I wearing a suit? Because I work overtime. How could I pick you up at this point if I don’t work overtime? I didn’t pick you up specifically. I haven’t seen you for a long time, right? I’m the road bridge in the back row of you.

I began to repeatedly fantasize about the conversations I might say when meeting, all possible conversations.

So much so that a rooster crow knocked me back to reality, and I knew that someone raised chickens in the residential area above me.

The chicken will start to sing after dawn every time, and it will not move.

This also means that it is early morning and the most difficult time for night shifts is here.

I quickly turned on the breakfast vending machine, cooked in Kanto, and buns, rice dumplings, and rice burgers in the refrigerator.
Chapter completed!