Chapter 13 The First Customer!

　　The plaque brought back, Zhou Ze intends to nail it on both sides, which one to put on the left and which one to put on the right Zhou Ze does not care. 　　Xu Qinglang, the little brother of the family next door, was very enthusiastic. 　　He was originally squatting in the doorway peeling garlic, saw Zhou Ze ready to hang the plaque, directly from his house to take the hammer and nails out. 　　Zhou Ze said thank you, picked up his hammer, only to feel a little greasy in the touch, but also a little heavy, endure a little discomfort in his heart, Zhou Ze still will be two plaques to nail up. 　　Afterwards. 　　The two people took a few steps back together, looking at the plaques, looking at the door, looking at the bookstore. 　　Zhou Ze handed Xu Qinglang a cigarette as a thank you, and Xu Qinglang helped Zhou Ze to light his cigarette, the 　　The two exhaled smoke rings together in 　　God synchronized. 　　"Context, there, right?" Zhou Ze said, this was a standard self-promotion. 　　Xu Qinglang shook his head, "If I'm not mistaken, these two sentences should come from the title of Ji Yun's 'Notes on the Cottage of Reading Weaknesses'." 　　The "Notes on the Cao Tang of Reading Weeds" was a book written by Ji Yun, also known as Ji Xiaolan, similar to the "Liao Zhai Zhi Yi" stories, which expressed the author's own thoughts in terms of foxes, fairies, ghosts, and monsters. 　　The short meaning of this couplet was, these are the stories I've heard, everyone here, just listen. 　　"Uh-huh." Zhou Ze nodded. 　　"Still too literal, this store of yours, still has to lose money." Xu Qinglang's comment was nonchalant. 　　"Why?" 　　"In this world, there are too many stories, all sorts of bizarre and strange things happening every day, but not many of them really interest people. 　　There are some things that are not interesting to talk about. 　　Some things are not allowed to be told at all. 　　There are some things that no one will listen to unless they are changed. 　　There are some things that no one dares to listen to unless they are changed." 　　Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang for a while. 　　Xu Qinglang slightly lowered his head, his face blushing. 　　He was originally a male body to walk the path of charming, charming heavenly, at this time is even more delicate and unrivaled. 　　Xu Qinglang saw that Zhou Ze did not speak, so he continued: 　　"For example, this mountain spirit fox fairy ghost thing, in the real world, where will there really be?" Xu Qinglang yawned, "Borrowing the reasoning of the false matter of the fable, and how can it be true to where." 　　Zhou Ze continued to look at Xu Qinglang without saying anything. 　　Xu Qinglang's scalp was a little numb from looking at him. 　　However, Zhou Ze continued to look at him. 　　Finally, Xu Qinglang waved his hand and said that he had to go back to make the soup base, and as he walked back to the noodle shop, he only felt that he was manacled because just now, it was as if he felt that Zhou Ze was not looking at himself, but 　　Instead, he was looking at a joke. 　　Zhou Ze did not pay attention to that Xu Qinglang, since the two are neighbors, then the well water does not offend the river water, anyway, it is not a competitive relationship, the most important thing is that Zhou Ze does not have the money to change the store. 　　In the afternoon, Zhou Ze and most of the textbooks in the bookstore tutorials all sorted out, to sell the price of waste paper to the waste collector to take away. 　　He also went to the supermarket to buy ten small plastic chairs, the only two remaining bookshelves to put the books that Zhou Ze himself thinks are still interesting. 　　Right now, rather than a bookstore, this is more like a recreational activity center for the elderly. 　　Zhou Ze stretched a lazy waist, doing business, he is not very good at, right now, is nothing more than a blind folding, anyway, Xu Le in the time is in the non-stop deficit, their own is not much pressure. 　　Came to the small second floor, Zhou Ze will be freezer power on, set a temperature, smoked a cigarette outside and waited for a while, and then reached out and sent into the freezer to touch. 　　The temperature is almost the same, Zhou Ze lay in. 　　More than 10,000 to buy a freezer, the function of course a lot, for example, there is a timer design, equivalent to Zhou Ze's an alarm clock. 　　Closing the freezer. 　　Zhou Ze put his hands on the position of his belly, lying more than straight, the 　　Seemingly. 　　Walked very peacefully. 　　...... 　　Late at night. 　　A red sedan parked on the roadside in front of the bookstore, this street are a little empty, the store door side, but also immediately adjacent to the noodle store and bookstore is still lit. 　　In the car sat a well-dressed girl, black down jacket, shawl hair, looks a little cute and delicate. 　　"Xiao Bai, you bastard, my mother has been preparing for three days, you actually told me today that you ran away on a business trip, you go to hell, get lost!" 　　The girl hung up the phone and sat in the driver's seat sulking. 　　The corgi on the passenger seat jumped onto the girl's lap, its fur flowing and shiny, it seems to be a good breed and raised with care. 　　"Good boy, I'm glad I still have you with me." 　　The girl lit a cigarette, put her hand out and shook the ash, her eyes looked outside and saw the bookstore, the key through the glass window can see that the furnishings inside is a bit unusual, there are not too many bookshelves, instead, a plastic bench. 　　Get out of the car, the girl holding the corgi toward the bookstore, she did not want to be alone in this Valentine's Day night driving aimlessly wandering around, she wanted to find a quieter place to sit. 　　The door to the bookstore was open, and when she walked in she could sense the air conditioned heat inside. 　　The girl took her dog on a lead, first selecting a random magazine from the shelves before taking a seat in one of the plastic chairs. 　　Corky was let loose and the little guy started to "explore" the store. 　　After flipping through a magazine, the girl gently stretched her back, felt a little dry mouth, and called out: 　　"Boss, are you here, do you have milk tea or coffee?" 　　The girl stood up, put back the magazine she was holding before, and chose another illustrated version of Dream of Red Mansions, and when she sat down again, she couldn't help but shout again: 　　"Boss, are you dead in the middle of the night, opening the store like this?" 　　The glass door of the bookstore is hung with a small sign "open, welcome to visit", the door is open, the heating is also on, it must be still in business. 　　If the girl had been a little less polite or a little more curious, and had taken the initiative to walk up to the second floor to take a look, she might have admired her own "prophecy". 　　In the low space on the second floor, there was indeed an ice coffin. 　　The boss was lying in it, and it really looked like a dead man. 　　No. 　　The boss was a dead man. 　　Of course, the girl was probably scared straight out of her mind before she had time to admire herself. 　　A normal person entering a store late at night only to find the owner lying in a frozen ice coffin, scary enough, right? 　　The girl lit another cigarette, a little impatient, and pulled out her cell phone and started playing. 　　At this time, footsteps came from the side of the stairway, Zhou Ze didn't hear the girl's shouts to get up, he woke up naturally. 　　Just down the stairs, Zhou Ze saw a small yellow figure scurrying onto his lap, begging for a hug. 　　Zhou Ze smiled and bent down, holding Corgi in his arms, the little guy did not recognize life and was familiar with anyone. 　　Then, Zhou Ze realized the woman sitting in the store. 　　Oh. 　　The first customer of the opening. 　　But didn't imagine the excitement, because Zhou Ze today was nothing more than changing the bookstore sign, and cleaned up the furnishings inside a bit 　　But he hasn't thought about it yet. 　　I haven't figured out how to make money from now on. 　　"Do you have coffee here boss?" 　　The girl asked. 　　Zhou Ze reached out and pointed to a water dispenser in the corner, which also had disposable cups in it. 　　The girl was a little helpless, but still got up, poured herself a cup of water, and then sat back down on her plastic bench. 　　A host and a guest. 　　Looking at each other without words. 　　After about half an hour of silence, the girl began to brush her Twitter feed and started watching videos, one of which was very loud and boisterous: 　　"Can't miss it if you're walking by! 　　Plutonium banknotes blessed by the old Taoist me, limited supply! 　　You can burn it and take it out later to use when you go down there yourself, and you can eat some interest, higher interest than the balance of the treasure! 　　You can also burn it and give it to your loved ones down there, it's quick and easy, it's fair and square, the ghostbusters don't bother you, and you won't be raked over the coals!" 　　The girl laughed when she saw this video, people usually encounter things that make people funny always habitually want to share, she raised her head and looked at the boss sitting behind the counter, saying: 　　"Boss, have you seen this video? This Old Tao's live broadcast is quite famous. It's almost become an internet celebrity." 　　"Oh, live broadcast?" Zhou Ze was a bit puzzled, he took out his cell phone, in Xu Le's cell phone, there were really quite a lot of live streaming software, it seemed that this guy was really bored on weekdays, either watching live streams or writing Bai Jie's afterlife. 　　"Well, search his ID, it's funny, he seems to have opened a meditation store in Rongcheng, but it's been a long time since he went live." 　　Zhou Ze opened the software and started searching for that old Taoist's ID as the girl said, and searched out a live room - the anchor was not at home. 　　But the good thing was that you could watch playback videos, and Zhou Ze randomly clicked on a video from a month ago to play it. 　　In the video, the old Tao fixed the phone in a position, a person there boxing, boxing style is good, you can see that it is a practitioner, the video screen, there is a teenager sitting there, the corners of the mouth with a smile, squinting, as if watching the monkey show. 　　Zhou Ze perfunctorily pulled the progress, and another man appeared on the screen, sitting behind the counter, holding a spoon in his hand, as if he was drinking congee. 　　The old Taoist was talking eloquently in the main video screen, constantly selling himself and the medieval banknotes he was selling on Taobao, but Zhou Ze's eyes subconsciously looked at the man in the corner of the video. 　　He was frowning, he was suffering, he was in pain, he was rejecting the 　　A mouthful of porridge. 　　He ate it with great difficulty. 　　Then continued with a second bite that 　　Like he was being tortured. 　　Zhou Ze watched and took a deep breath, as if he himself was infected by the man in the corner of the video. 　　Eating. 　　It really wasn't an easy thing to do. 　　He did not know the identity of the man in the video, but instinctively raised some interest, the other party should be an anorexic? Or has some kind of gastrointestinal disease? 　　After the video finished playing, Zhou Ze opened the page, and in his excitement, he directly used the account that Xu Le was logged into to send a private message to Old Dao: 　　"The man in the video sitting in the back drinking congee, who is he?" 　　"Hey, I'm leaving, how much?" The girl stood up and stretched, "People will definitely think I'm stupid when I say it today, I actually sat in the bookstore for so long reading Dream of the Red Chamber on the night of Valentine's Day." 　　"You watch and give it." Zhou Ze said. 　　The other party just read the book for a while and poured herself a cup of pure water. 　　The girl glanced at Zhou Ze, "Boss, you're so good at this routine, like one of those masters who sits in a temple and reads lots. 　　There's a sign on the futon side that says 'free interpretation', and after the tourists cast their sign for him to interpret, he then takes out a red alms book for you, with a big list of names and incense money written on it, the lowest being a hundred." 　　Zhou Ze smiled, not commenting. 　　The girl took out a hundred and placed it on the chair she had been sitting on before, then pushed open the bookstore door with her corgi in her arms and left. 　　Zhou Ze stood up, put the hundred away, and bounced it in his hand with a 　　with a crunching sound. 　　It was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. 　　When he walked back over to the counter again, Zhou Ze found that the screen of his cell phone lit up for a moment, and when he opened it, he found that there was actually a reply, a private reply from that old Taoist, and the reply was very simple: 　　"Nope!"