Knight of the Light

It was late at night, and the cold wind was blowing.

Supermarket stores opposite CCB's Family Home have closed and there are only a handful of businesses that can open until 9pm. It was just one day's hot business that made the shop assistants very excited, and four or five people kept laughing.

Zhou Qingfeng originally expected to recruit more than 100 people and be satisfied with the garbage collection. But He Yulan is more radical than him. More than 500 people have been hired under the 'harmonious' system, and dozens of cadres have been supported by the 'holy light' system.

Having completed so much work in one and a half months, the management is quite rude, and it is totally smashed out of money. Zhou Qingfeng provided one-third of the initial one million yuan of funds. Just recruiting and training personnel, renting and building various types of venues cost a lot of money.

But all the money paid in the first day of the Super League opened several times.

Across the street from the shop, a figure hid in the darkness for a long time. When the clerk was picked up by the "Chang'an Star" and returned to the dormitory, he walked out from the shadow of the sidewalk tree, took out a small book, and recorded the house number and location of the company.

This man is about forty years old, medium in size, and dressed in ordinary clothes. But if you look closely at the small book in his hand, there are many things recorded on it, which are basically related to the 'Holy Light' system.

After completing the record, the middle-aged man rode a bicycle back to the small hotel in the city where he stayed. The hotel is located in an alley in the old town, shabby, dirty, and cobweb-like wires running back and forth. The hotel owner leaned against the greasy front desk and wore an army coat to sleep.

"Excuse me, is there any boiled water?" The middle-aged man should have lived in this hotel for a long time. When he came back, he tapped on the front desk and awakened the boss.

The owner was very unhappy, opened her eyes and scolded in Tianyang dialect, saying, "One penny for a penny."

The middle-aged man pulled out a piece of paper ticket from his pocket, took the recovered penny coin, expressed his gratitude, and took a bottle of boiling water to go upstairs to his room.

There was a small room behind the front desk. The boss was probably sleeping inside and asked what was going on outside. The boss lady said in displeased, "It's the outsider on the third floor, and I came back in the middle of the night."

The couple running the hotel talked a little and continued to sleep.

The middle-aged man carried the water bottle upstairs and reached the door of his room, looking around like a thief. There was only a dim yellow light bulb in the hallway, and there was urinary gas in the corner, and occasionally a purr was heard from the next room.

Open the door and there is a single room inside.

The middle-aged person checks his secrets left in the house, hoping to make sure that no outsider has come in after he left. But ........., there are traces of the luggage being flipped, and the two dollars intentionally left inside are gone.

Obviously, it was the hotel owner who came in.

Nothing else.

The middle-aged man closed the windows, tightened the curtains, turned on the lights, and sat at the wooden table in the room. He carried all his important things with him, including a booklet of records, a mobile phone and several hundred dollars, and a map of Tianyang.

Open the map, and the middle-aged people mark the information they got around during the day. There are ‘Shengguang Machinery’ offices, new construction sites, trading houses, and even Nantou Township and Mawang Village. Explain that he has been to these places.

Some places are known but not visited, and there are signs, such as the dock warehouse at Taipingqiao. There was a problem at first glance, but the middle-aged man didn't rush there. He seemed very careful.

After making the mark, the middle-aged person took out an enamel bowl from his trunk, grabbed two corrugated noodles, poured boiling water, served with some spices, and waited for five minutes before eating.

Eating and eating, he suddenly ridiculed with a husky voice and said with a grin, "The junkie has been fighting so much, but I am hiding here. The society is really deformed."

Self-deprecating and self-deprecating, middle-aged people did not do much else. He was extremely disciplined, checked the living environment after dinner, and finally went to bed to rest. By the next day, he woke up at half past six, set some secret notes, and took the necessary things and went out.

The front desk of the hotel has changed its boss on duty and glanced. This small hotel has poor accommodation management, low prices and no ID card. However, there are not many guests living in single rooms. Many tourists live in doubles and even Chase shops.

"Go out?"

"Yes."

Just say hello, the hotel owner knows that the guest is outside all day again and doesn't return until late at night. The other party has been here for three or four days. However, the relatives of the boss also opened the hotel, and inadvertently chatted that he had arrived in Tianyang for at least half a month.

For half a month, this middle-aged human figure was only a single figure, and he changed several places back and forth, never staying in one place for a long time.

Strange person, like a spy.

The hotel owner shook his head without thinking much. There are too many weirds going out this year, and they are all weird. Ordinary people can't touch it, but the small hotel is where they meet.

Leaving the hotel, the middle-aged person pondered the investigation situation for nearly half a month. He came to a bus station and was going to figure out the operating conditions of a harmonious supermarket. Just behind the platform, I saw an early stall pulled by a motor tricycle, and it opened at 6:30.

He got up early and was hollow, and the middle-aged person went forward and greeted him, "Master, it's early."

The stall owner is quite old. Haha smiled and asked what he wanted. "Soya milk was made by grinding the beans in the morning, and the fritters came out of the pan. The buns had to wait for a while, but they were not steamed."

The middle-aged didn't think much, "I want two meat buns and soy milk. If they are not steamed, I can wait."

Now you do n’t have a paper cup, soymilk is either a kettle or an iron bowl on the stand. Used bowls are thrown into special buckets and will not be reused before cleaning.

"You guys are very particular about this business." It will take another ten minutes for Baozi to be cooked. Middle-aged people actually know some details, but ask a few words deliberately.

The stall owner poured a bowl of soy milk from the warming stove, added a spoonful of sugar, and handed it to the middle-aged man Shi Lang said, "It's true that we are not used to receiving training. But there is no way, the boss just asks it. When it comes to hygiene, you can't do it. "

The stall owner wore a mask and a chef's hat, and his apron was white and clean. The middle-aged asked: "What is your boss ...?"

"Zhou Qingfeng, President Zhou," Sacred Light ". Now who knows Tianyang? He has recently established a" harmonious supermarket "and is still operating earlier. Saying what can earn a little is solving the employment problem."

Before seven o'clock, there were not many people going to work by car. The platform was still empty. The booth owner opened the box and started to talk.

"Don't say, our people really need such a job. I am a retired employee in the city, but I have to live it too. The original factory was not good, and the retirement salary was paid only once every six months. Earn some money this month to arrive Great use. "

"It's hard to make breakfast."

"Hey ... we prepared it at the headquarters of the trading company last night. All the noodles, oil, coal, etc. must be complete. Get up at four in the morning, drive in place at six, and close the booth at ten in the morning. go back.

Bring it early using a tricycle. After the stall is unloaded, the tricycle can also run and continue to make money. After one month, as long as you are not lazy, earning two hundred yuan is not a problem. This is higher than my past salary. "

After speaking, the steamed buns were slowly cooked.

The middle-aged person looked at the appearance of the buns and asked, "Are you buns handmade or machine?"

The stall owner seemed to meet a knowledgeable companion, "Now it is a manual bag, but I will use a machine bag in the future. I heard that General Zhou is too slow and has asked for some food processing machinery. But how can the machine make buns? It really makes people think Not coming out. "

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "You Zhou really can toss."