Peng Cheng always remembers the bathing uncle in the small bathhouse. When he first told him about the first time that Zhong Jing was envious. To this day, he doesn't understand where the old guy's enviousness came from. Is Ji Zhong's job so good? So good that he is so fascinated.

That's just for the lady to calculate the time, or he will only enter the time to enter the room in the computer, and when he comes out, he will click to check out, and the system will automatically calculate the money. Peng Cheng understands the oil and water, but he doesn't understand where the envy comes from.

Today is Peng Cheng's first day on duty. He has known the guy in the class for a long time, but that March 8 is still working! Peng Cheng followed Mr. Song and stood in front of the small bar. He waited for Mr. Song to introduce him, staring at the March 8's face turned pale. After all, he looked like a woman, like a woman in the palace. When he saw a concubine with a higher position than him, he turned out to be a slave, and he hated and dissatisfied.

"Peng Cheng, Ji Zhong is very simple. Just tell you. Hey, this kid is called... Su Zhongchao, you two know each other." Mr. Song looked at the names on the three badges, then patted Peng Cheng's arm, and nodded slightly. It seemed that it was different from Peng Cheng. Even the young man himself became inexplicably confident. Then Mr. Song went upstairs again.

Peng Cheng was very polite with his smile, watching Mr. Song wave his hand as he walked until he disappeared at the entrance of the corridor. Although Mr. Song did not look back, he turned around and looked at Su Zhongchao's contemptuous face.

Su Zhongchao's surname is Su, and the boss of the bath center is also surnamed Su. I don't know if there is any basis. Peng Cheng thought secretly and stood by the bar counter, watching the person named Su packing things. He took out a lot of notebooks, lists, and pens. The young man smiled slightly. He was indeed doing the work of writing. He became decent and no longer had to bow and get shoes.

"You are very awesome!" Su Zhongchao asked sarcastically, lowered his head and didn't raise his eyebrows. Seeing Peng Cheng, he didn't answer and said, "Have you done it before?"

"No"

When Peng Cheng said no, Su Zhongchao smiled charmingly and said proudly: "Then can you do this job?" He immediately stopped beating, and his hands became softer. He looked at Peng Cheng with squint eyes and said: "This is quite difficult."

The young man looked at Su Zhongchao's sudden change of face and did not answer him. He asked strangely: "Are you a man or a woman?" He had to ask very much about what he knew in his heart. Su Zhongchao's blue and green face looked very angry.

"Do you know this insult? I'm a man." Then 38 was probably misunderstood a lot. He cared very much and repeatedly emphasized that a layer of pink appeared in his eyes.

"Then tell me! It's my business if it's OK."

Su Zhongchao was already so angry that he trembled all over. He picked up the phone on the table and pressed several numbers tremblingly: "Mr. Song, what are he doing? He said I am a woman."

The next words were gone, and Peng Cheng stood a little farther away. He didn't intend to be afraid of anyone. Even if Su Sanba was really a relative of the boss's house, he didn't intend to let him knock himself endlessly like a woman. Fortunately, everything seemed to be for ulterior motives. Su Zhongchao didn't say a few words on the phone, then put down the phone and went upstairs angrily.

As soon as he left, Peng Cheng's cell phone rang. He calculated that before the Su's name had reached the place, Mr. Song called and said, "Xiao Peng, can you understand it yourself? I think you can be similar."

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This was Peng Cheng's third time here. He remembered that the third floor of all bath centers was a world of flower girls. When men went there, they had to spend money. The only thing that made money was this clock. Peng Cheng had never seen the flower girl. The uncle was sewn with charming eyes and was intoxicated. He said that when he was young, he also went to the flower girl's world. At that time, he was still young and had money! Later, he went to the Northeast to work in a bath. He could see the flower girl's world every day, but he could never get in.

"Peng! Uncle tells you, this girl is such a good girl. Why do you both have to have a girl in the future? It's so happy that the kid is born, but it's actually the most useless." The uncle sat by the big pool in the men's house that day. It was already midnight. There were no people in the bathhouse, and they were only the two of them left. The uncle smoked dry cigarettes and sucked the clouds and fog. He seemed very comfortable. He was thinking about the days when he had money in the early years. He took a long breath of cigarettes and then sniffed upwards, spitting out the old elder's length, a white smoke spreading.

"To be honest, I have a boy, and I don't expect him. We are all men. Men are generally selfish than women. The uncle himself is a man, and his son can't point him." As the uncle sighed a little, his eyes seemed to be unable to match the focus distance, and he was looking at something in a daze, but he couldn't see clearly. Peng Cheng savored the uncle's words carefully and felt that it was very reasonable. He and his brother had never let their parents worry, but he always felt that it was because they had never liked him.

"When you waited for your youth, the bath center you went to was so big. There were all girls from the Northeast, and they looked so good. The big ones, they were all organized and beautiful, and many of them were for parents, children, and those who pressed their feet. If the men had some skills or were willing to endure some hardship, could women do this? Women were still selfless, different from men."

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As for the same sentence, Peng Cheng had never seen Miss Hua. This was the third time he had gone upstairs. He had seen a woman in the Communist Party. He didn't even feel that it was as amazing as when he came up the first two times. It was just a corridor that was specially cultivated into a golden yellow. Today, Peng Cheng really didn't think that the magnificent brilliance was so dazzling. It seemed that it was not that wide. It was just a corridor with the end.

He was standing at the entrance of the stairs. On the left was a row of rooms with doors open, with only sixteen rooms in total. The first room was a place for technicians and ladies to rest. Peng Cheng remembered that March 8 came out of this room that day. There were four iron rack beds with bunk bunks, and girls were asleep during the day. Peng Cheng couldn't tell which ones were ladies and what were technicians, but he judged that those who were dressed exactly the same should be technicians, and those who were left wearing different places should be ladies.

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In the afternoon, Peng Cheng called Beibei, but after a long time, he didn't answer it. Then he called another one, and the call was connected.

"Wife, do you like to eat grapes?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"I ate a very delicious grape today. You don't know how delicious it is. It's so sweet. My husband will buy it for you tomorrow."

"How can you have money to buy grapes?"

Hehehe, Peng Cheng smiled proudly. His purpose was probably this: "Miss, He'er! There's also cigarettes!"

Beibei understood and smiled softly. No matter what he wanted, she had nothing to do with her. She was forced by debts in her head and could not think of him anymore. After borrowing so long, many of them had promised to pay back. Naturally, friends would be alienated. If the debts owed were not returned, the human heart would naturally become thinner. She could not blame others. She was herself, and she had ruined the friendship between friends. Money is such a sensitive topic! Two people in love mentioned that money could part ways, let alone friends, and they were afraid of avoiding it. What was sad was the sarcastic ridicule and dislike. It was all her fault, and she always blamed herself.
Chapter completed!