After putting down the phone, Peng Cheng was like a balloon with a suffocation, panicking and losing his strength. He knew that Beibei said it was okay, but it wasn't really okay. She was afraid of him, so she never said that she had something to do, especially when she was really something to do, he regretted that he had been irritated with her like that. If that weren't the case, maybe he could still hear her telling the truth now.

The young man was extremely frightened. He felt that he was not just losing money. This time he was likely to have everything he had. Beibei never called him again, and even said a word. She didn't even say a word. She knew that he had no money and could not even eat, but there was still no news. Could it be that she really wanted to give up on him?

Peng Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, feeling so fucking tired. There was no one in the room at this moment. Xiaoze left very early today, and I don’t know who he followed. Peng Cheng suddenly envied Xiaoze, envious of his money for making so simple, even Liangzi... Liangzi was simpler than making money by himself.

Peng Cheng smiled self-deprecatingly. As soon as he caught the eye, his cell phone rang out at the same time. He thought it was Beibei, so he hurriedly took it out, his heart full of expectations, but his instant collapsed when he saw the number clearly. It was Liangzi's phone call, and he answered it in disappointment.

"Yaozi, what's wrong?"

"Brother, that, that..." Liangzi's stuttering habit was getting worse and worse when he was nervous. He screamed for a long time before saying again: "Mr. Song asked me what you were doing just now! He said he wanted you to come back, would you come back? Mr. Song is putting shoes next to me now!"

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Once again, he returned to the bath center. The place was so friendly that Peng Cheng was trembling all over. No one was more interested in this place than him. On the tall building, there were people living in all the small windows, and the curtains were very messy. The only one on the sixth floor who had no curtains was Mr. Song's office. Peng Cheng had met Mr. Song twice, and both times they were the shoes that Mr. Song took him when he went out after taking a shower, but that was all.

That person was the general manager of the bath center, a small middle-aged man, who was only about 165 and 5 years tall, and he was always dressed casually. The dark color made him look shorter but always had an inconspicuous mystery. He had a casual smile on his face that only retired people had. He narrowed his eyelids slightly, and he leaned against his ears and told Peng Cheng with his ears relaxedly: "Sit secretly for a while if you have nothing to do, don't always stand stupidly." In this bath center, except for the big boss who paid for the money, the biggest fear was him, but he rarely had such gentleness. It was much better than those department heads who pointed at him.

Peng Cheng stood across the eight-lane road in front of the bath center. He had been going back and forth for almost an hour but had not walked over. He didn't want to go too early, and seemed too anxious. He quit his boss before going out. Now that he came back, he would always lose face. He had a premonition that Mr. Song had never said a few words to him. This time he actually offered to ask him to come back. It must be an opportunity. Peng Cheng thought about it and felt that his judgment was very reasonable, so he could not make people see that he was anxious.

After hesitating for a long time, the young man called Liangzi and found out that Mr. Song had arrived and was signing in the office. He was quite grateful. Early this morning, Mr. Song should have been very busy. Peng Cheng thought carefully, then turned around and went around to the breakfast stall at the intersection to eat a fried dough stick. He asked about the matter inside and then called.

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Mr. Song asked Peng Cheng to wait for him in the mobile room behind him, which surprised the young man, but he didn't ask too much and did as he did. As soon as he entered the door, he was shocked by the changes here. There was no one in the mobile room that was originally crowded with towels. All the upper bunks were filled with unopened towels, one large bag and one large bag, occupying the bed above. The lower bunks were also empty and there was no bedding. The only set, in the best position in this room, Peng Cheng knew that the set of bedding belonged to Liangzi.

Peng Cheng walked over and sat down on Liangzi's bed. A familiar smell hit his nostrils. He wore the shoes that Beibei bought for him last winter. They were dark blue canvas shoes, Metersbonwe. He had been struggling for a long time that day, and only liked this pair. It was just because it was a bit expensive. Peng Cheng liked it very much, but he didn't dare to do it rashly. After all, Beibei ran back without watching it. When Peng Cheng found her again, she had already paid the money and was so happy that she just waited to pick up the shoes.

Peng Cheng lifted his feet and stepped on the iron railing of the bed next to him to blow off the dust from his shoes. The room was so warm. Although it was just a movable house with iron plates and foam, he could wander around with his shirtless even in winter. The young man looked back and forth for a long time. He really liked it, at least it was much better than the airy room he lived in now.

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The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Peng Cheng looked up and saw Mr. Song coming slowly at the door. He always smiled so kindly, but he was still smiling today. Peng Cheng hurriedly stood up.

The two sat down side by side like when they talked to Fan Tao. Mr. Song seemed to be more comfortable than Peng Cheng. He seemed to be at ease. He didn't go around much. He just asked some useless questions vaguely and then hit the point. He asked Peng Cheng if he would still be willing to come back? After getting a satisfactory answer, he asked again: "Dry the shoe department?"

"It's okay to do anything." Peng Cheng said with a little self-deprecating self-deprecating. He felt that he had no conditions to talk about, but the boss still discussed it in a kind manner, which made him feel embarrassed.

"Old brother, I have a job. Do you think you are interested?" Mr. Song asked casually, looking at Peng Cheng gently.

"What's the job?" asked the young man.

"Remember the clock."

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"Wife, guess where am I?"

"I don't guess." Beibei refused him tiredly. Peng Cheng's joy made her feel even more annoyed. Life became hideous and terrifying because of him. She hoped that everything would be boring and light, just like what people often say is plain and plain, it's great to think about it.

"Look at you, what are you doing?" Peng Cheng was so happy, but was poured into a splash of cold water from Beibei. He was very unhappy.

The girl also thought for a while, then calmed down and said, "I can't guess."

Now, Peng Cheng laughed and said mysteriously: "It's right that I can't guess it. I'm in a flashy world!"

"Why are you going there?" How could Beibei guess this? She thought Peng Cheng would never go there again in this life.

"Our boss asks me to come back, and I'll come back!"

"Why did he ask you to go back?" Beibei was a little curious. From the day she met Peng Cheng, she found that his luck was surprisingly good, so good that it made people feel awe, but the result of this luck was never good.

"What's wrong with asking me to come back? I'm so good at your husband!"

"Are you also asking Fan Tao to go back?"

"What are you calling him for? Just call me myself."

"If you don't call him, why call you?"

Although Peng Cheng himself did not understand Mr. Song's intention very much, it was not important, but Beibei obviously looked down on him, which made him angry: "Can you stop being angry with me, wife, guess what floor I am on!"

"What floor are you on and what do you ask me to guess?"

"I'm on the third floor!"

"What's wrong with the third floor?" The two men and women who were not in the same alley couldn't laugh together. Beibei was not sure about Peng Cheng's pleasure.

"You don't know the third floor. Do you have no third floor?"

"No, the tallest house here is only two floors."

"Damn, how can you make money without the third floor? The third floor is the lady's place!" Peng Cheng was really strange. Is this big boss so willful? He doesn't even look at the market trend, he just wants to do whatever he wants?

"Oh!" Beibei might understand.

"Wife, why don't you ask me what I'm doing?" Peng Cheng continued to ask her with great interest, guiding her to test the root of his joy.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Looking at you, you can't know about this job!" Peng Cheng paused deliberately and said proudly: "This is called memorizing the clock."

"What is memorizing a clock?"

"Don't you know the clock?" He deliberately showed off, knowing that Beibei didn't know at all, and said deliberately: "Remembering the clock means remembering how long it took the lady and technician to bring the guests in!"
Chapter completed!