"No, no, no! Just right, just right."

The little fat man shook his head like a rattle: "Just press it like this, it doesn't matter."

Just kidding, the goddess wants this green touch when she massages herself.

What haven’t you seen?

The aunt at the train station has tried it herself.

If you press it so smoothly and skillfully, the smell will disappear?

In a word, authentic!

Zhang Yi's mouth twitched, and it turns out that appearance is justice.

Zhang Yi looked at Uncle Zeng who was sitting on the chair beside him. He took a closer look and found that there was a bruise on Uncle Zeng's face.

Uncle Zeng seemed to be deliberately dodging Zhang Yi's gaze. He turned sideways and said angrily: "What are you looking at? Stop looking."

"No, what's wrong with your face?"

"It fell."

"Falled?"

"It's dark, my eyesight is bad, I stepped on a stone and fell. By the way, I'm going to take a few days off to go back to my hometown. If anyone comes looking for me, just say I'm not here."

"Uncle Zeng, where is your hometown?" Dai Moli turned around and asked.

"On the horizon."

Uncle Zeng sighed: "It's been a long, long time since I went back."

"Well, when will you come back?"

Uncle Zeng was asking for leave, which caught Zhang Yi off guard. He originally wanted Uncle Zeng to give Yang Mei more guidance and familiarize Yang Mei with the business as soon as possible.

"It's hard to say. If it's fast, it'll be three to five days, if it's slow, it'll be half a month."

Uncle Zeng picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of tea: "Oh, I also want to advance my salary for next month."

"Yes, I'll get it for you later."

Although this old guy seemed to Zhang Yi to be hiding a lot of secrets, he had to say that, overall, he was more helpful to him.

Even from the perspective of an employee, Zhang Yi had no reason to reject him.

"Okay, take a good look at the book I gave you. There is also a bottle of medicinal wine here. Remember to drink it every day."

Hearing Zhang Yi's promise, Uncle Zeng grinned and took out a bottle of prepared medicinal wine from the small wooden box at hand and handed it to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi nodded to indicate that he had written it down.

Then he walked to the counter, took out five thousand yuan and handed it to Uncle Zeng: "The extra money is considered a bonus."

"Hey, okay, kid, just on this point, you are much better than your father."

Uncle Zeng gave a thumbs up and looked back at the photo in the shrine.

"Your father is a ferocious man. He searches very hard. He always hides good things for fear that others will see them.

Just for his foreign objects, in addition to the ceiling, I even rummaged through under the bed before I could get all his things for you.'

Zhang Yi didn't say anything. He didn't want to have any unnecessary comments about Zhang Shulai, just two words: beast.

"Oh, I'm catching the car and leaving first. Here is my phone number. If you have any questions, call me."

Uncle Zeng handed Zhang Yi a note with a new phone number on it.

Then he picked up his thermos cup and walked out of the door without looking back.

"jingle."

After Uncle Zeng left, Zhang Yi put away his phone number and was about to go out to have something to eat first.

As soon as Zhang Yi walked out of the door, he bumped into a middle-aged man.

So high!

The man was at least 1.9 meters tall, and the short-sleeved shirt he wore was already oversized, but it was still very tight when worn on his body, showing the outline of his muscles.

What's even more terrifying is that through the eyes of ghosts and gods, Zhang Yi saw the flames on the man's shoulders, like two little suns.

In comparison, if the Li Bing he had seen before was a human-shaped torch that made the ghosts afraid to approach easily, then the strong man in front of him would be as terrifying as a small human-shaped sun.

Such a big man, holding a brick in his hand, stood in front of Zhang Yi menacingly. Even Zhang Yi felt more depressed than ever before.

"Does that old blind man work here?"

The big man lowered his head and looked at Zhang Yi.

"Old blind man?"

Zhang Yi was startled, and before he could speak, a woman in her forties grabbed the big man's arm.

"Pengpeng, please don't mess around. Your uncle Zeng and I are innocent. We were... playing chess in the room."
Chapter completed!