Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1711 1-011

The days of peace and quiet are always short.

The morning light is rising, and the noise is getting stronger.

Fu Qian, who has been busy all night, stretched out from behind the counter and looked at the business he has worked hard to run.

Shangjing is indeed a top metropolis, and the spirit of the people to constantly improve themselves is admirable.

At this time, there are still three or five customers in the book fragrance, trying their best to accept the influence of culture.

Zhi——

Even with the sound of pushing the door, there is still a vigorous young man who looks like a student.

"Sorry, everyone, our store is closed."

Unfortunately, what greeted him was another kind of influence called corporate culture.

Leaning on the seat, Fu Qian was obviously targeting more than just the young customer, but swept his eyes over all the men and women and roared lazily.

Most people who go to bookstores in the morning obviously have no resistance to such corporate culture. After exchanging glances in panic for a while, they responded to the call and walked out.

"Excuse me, can I confirm your closing time? It's 7:13 in the morning now."

However, not everyone cooperates, such as students who have not been poisoned by society.

The young man with glasses, after standing at the door for nearly 20 seconds and watching customers being driven away, finally mustered up the courage at a certain moment and went forward instead of retreating.

"It's really hard to imagine that this is a standard closing time, so I have to suspect that it was directed at me just now."

Even the speech sounded reasonable.

"If that's the case, I won't leave until I get what I want."

Targeted?

Fu Qian looked up at the courageous young man. Under the bottle cap-like lenses, there were dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep, but his eyes were still firm.

"Don't worry, our store's operating regulations have always been fair to everyone - for example, T-shirts and shorts are not allowed."

Sighing that it's good to be young, Fu Qian shook his head.

"...Aren't you wearing a T-shirt and shorts? Aren't we all treated equally?"

Obviously, he didn't expect that such a street shop would have a dress code, but after a moment of shock, the young man reacted instantly and gritted his teeth to attack the other side with his own spear.

And what he said was absolutely right.

Fu Qian followed his gaze and looked at the T-shirt with a different pattern compared to the one he wore when he was communicating with Ms. Sissi.

Yes, this was not the morning of the second day, and more than thirty hours had passed since the night meeting.

And Fu Qian had been working hard here for more than a day, and even went back to change his clothes.

It's a pity that since then, he has been sitting here most of the time and has not had time to buy new clothes, so the customer discovered the flaw.

Of course, young people will never know the dangers of the business world.

"You didn't even wear socks-"

"And socks."

Just as the other party further emphasized his tone, Fu Qian directly added coldly.

Young man, how could you think of arguing with the referee to win or lose.

...

Crack!

In the breeze at dawn, the young man who finally slammed the door and left did not live up to his ambition and learned a valuable lesson in life in this morning.

Happy times are also short.

Fu Qian, who politely watched the customers go away, finally stood up and closed the door.

This day and more can be said to be calm, without seeing any signs of feather puppets.

It seems that everyone, as a person who is out there, has a relatively thorough understanding of the point and does not continue to do some stupid things.

Of course, Chief Yuan will definitely not let down his guard easily, and Miss Wen is naturally resting under protection.

The final result is that until now, the bookstore has not welcomed any special visitors, and everyone is busy with their own things.

Even at the same time, the efforts of the greedy insects are in full swing, which is gratifying.

In view of this, as the mastermind behind the scenes, I must not slack off.

Fu Qian, who returned to the second floor, stretched his body and took off the messenger casually.

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[Identity verification completed, today's work begins]

[Warning, leakage accident]

[Name: Bitter Fruit, No. 1-011]

[Today's work content has been updated, enter the containment scene of 1-011, complete the re-containment]

Sure enough, a new week has a new atmosphere, and the first day is the task numbered one.

And this time, the illusory image that appeared with the leak has a high degree of abstraction.

The gray color, the fog-like vortex, and the water-like vortex swirls between many black pillars, and the range is so large that even the table where the collection is placed is covered.

And a special sense of oppression makes people feel that everything seems to be immersed in an unreachable deep sea.

[Do you want to consume 1 san value to start?]

[Yes]

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[Entering the containment scene of 1-011]

[Current san value 99, current inspiration 99]

[Select the skills and items you want to carry]

It must be said that the non-public loss of san value has been a bit high recently.

First, I met a senior in Xiyuan, and then I returned to Shangjing and met another prison angel who specialized in "purifying evil", so that the number had already fallen directly below the three-digit mark.

Fortunately, it was gratifying that there was no limit on the numbered mission this time.

Although according to past experience, this does not generally mean that the difficulty will be low.

But the point here is that there are still many gains recently. Without restrictions, there will be a chance to test it a little.

People should always have eyes to discover the beautiful side.

While feeling life, pay forward and confirm all the familiar skills, and bring all the items that are convenient to carry.

The only regret now is that the dress is not solemn enough. I hope the warehouse will be equipped with work clothes.

[…8%…13%…21%…34%…55%…89%…100%, the containment scene is loaded]

Amid the beautiful expectations for the future, the first task of this week officially begins.

[Trying to put the collection of impulses and desires into a symbolic self-portrait is the source of all tragedies.

For the first time in your life, you give up using any words to describe the smell that enters your nose, and let the pleasure it brings be like thoroughly washing away the dirt.

In the trembling excitement, such a feeling finally emerged in your mind.

And this feeling in turn becomes an amplifier, helping the joy to continue to expand, and eventually surpass the scope of what words can describe.

You begin to regret that you only realized this today, but you are also very glad that you are no longer like those ignorant people who continue to bury their heads in the cage they have built.

This feeling is so sweet that it is enough to make people intoxicated forever. Anyone who interrupts it will commit an unforgivable felony——

Unfortunately, this new thought was interrupted by the action of patting the shoulder】