"Are you... ready?" The inner demon seemed to ask, but he did not give Qian Yang a chance to answer.

The boundless black mist enveloped the entire sea of ​​consciousness, and Qian Yang completely lost consciousness at this moment.

......

The snow has been clear for a while, and the sunshine that has not been seen for a long time is lazily spreading towards the noisy streets. The people on the street are a little quick, but their faces are filled with a rare joy.

I walked out of the company with a big red notebook. The smile on my face had not yet faded. Unexpectedly, a biting cold wind that came in lightly along my neck. I couldn't help but tighten my collar, locking the uninvited cold air in the gap between my body and clothes, trying to use my hot body to melt the deep cold cold.

The end of the year is approaching and the atmosphere of the year is getting stronger.

The people on the street were busy preparing New Year's goods in small bags, and I finally ushered in my only holiday of the year on the 29th day of the New Year. The ease and pleasure of saying goodbye to the intense work are what I have been looking forward to since the seventh day of the New Year.

Of course I like to take holidays, but that doesn't mean I don't like work. On the contrary, I have an extraordinary love for my work.

As the technical backbone of the company, this job I have been in for ten years not only brought me a considerable income, but also brought me a huge sense of honor and satisfaction.

When I thought of this, I couldn't help but open the big red book in my hand again. Looking at the line of gold-burned words on it, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Comrade Yin Le performed very well in this year's 'Last Cash Saving and Fruit Special Picking' event and was named a gold medal picker. This statement was specially issued to encourage him! - Picking the Scroll House Co., Ltd."

That's right, my name is Yin Le, and I'm a picker.

And I am not an ordinary picker, but an elite in the company and a leader in the industry, known as the gold medal picker. This big red certificate is a proof!

Today is the last day of the weekday. The company has just held a grand annual meeting. This certificate is my biggest gain at the annual meeting.

Of course, in today's era, by the end of the year, just issuing a certificate is definitely not enough to express the company's attention and dependence on employees. While I received this certificate, a large amount of bonus has been transferred to my mobile phone.

The times are developing so fast. I still remember that at the annual meeting last year, my bonus was still a thick stack of 100-dollar bills, but this year, it has become mobile payment without any professional ethics.

To be honest, I still prefer the feeling of receiving cash. And I also believe that my colleagues will find it a bit strange when they receive bonuses on their mobile phones.

In the past, people had to bring some cash on their backs when they went out, and those who were well-dressed could not afford to bring all their property with them.

But what about now?

There are so many people who dare to wander around the world with three or five dollars in hand. Today, even our picker company has begun to stop using cash. This is really terrible! I am really worried that it won’t take long to picker, a great profession with ancient heritage, will be submerged in the long river of history.

Okay, let’s not talk about these confusing things. I’m going to the hospital to visit my father now, and if nothing unexpected happens, I should have accompanied him to spend the entire Spring Festival in the hospital.

The hospital is not as convenient as at home, and many things are not as convenient as it is for the New Year. Although it is for the New Year, everything can only be simple. Moreover, there are no outsiders. I think it’s better not to have many things that are more formal than connotation. As long as I buy some things he likes to eat for my father, it’s considered New Year’s goods!

Speaking of what my father likes to eat, it is simple. The old man is a complete vegetarian. He doesn't touch any chicken, duck, fish and meat, and he doesn't even want to touch any oil stars. He almost lives by boiling vegetables and fresh fruits.

I don’t agree with his eating habits, and I don’t want to cultivate immortality. As for Su Cheng like this? But the old man has persisted for many years, and I can’t do anything about it.

Then buy some fruits! Pick the best! Pick the expensive ones!

The old man has such a little hobby, so he will naturally not be reluctant to buy fruits for the little money. Besides, how much money can he spend on buying fruits?

After taking a walk to the fruit supermarket near my unit, I took a few large bags of fruits and took the bus to Qingshan County.

Maybe it was because of the Chinese New Year. Half a month ago, the number of people in the city had already decreased, and it was rare to see empty seats on the subway. But who would have thought that this bus to the suburbs seemed much more crowded than before, and I had to start worrying about the safety of the fragile fruits on my hands.

At this time, I had to take back what I just said, which was the saying "How much money can I spend on buying fruits!"

After some effort, I squeezed myself into a barely comfortable position. At least the bag in my hand would not be squeezed out by life, and the rest would be a boring journey.

The hospital where my father stayed is in Qingshan County. It takes about an hour to get there if I take the bus. I was bored, and perhaps out of my professional habits, I turned my back to the car window and began to look at the various "neighbors" around me.

On the chair to my right was a girl dressed up in a gorgeous manner. The white thigh between the long boots and the short skirt was extremely conspicuous in winter. The facial features under the heavy makeup could no longer see clearly, and only the crow's feet occasionally appeared at the corners of my eyes seemed to be persistent in telling the vicissitudes and dust.

On my left is a really old aunt. If I remember correctly, when I got in the car just now, she raised her elbow and pushed her hard on my waist. I don’t know how she developed this habit, and I don’t want to know.

What blocked my vision in front of me was the back of a middle-aged man. Compared to the two ladies next to me, this well-dressed buddy obviously aroused my interest.

This guy is quite tall and looks at least half a head taller than me. His slightly fat body can give people a strong feeling of a tiger's back and a bear's waist.

With my eyesight, of course, it can be easily seen that he is indeed fat, not really strong. But I believe that in the eyes of most people, this guy's figure should be the kind of perfect that can be compared with martial arts stars in the movie, and exudes male hormones everywhere.

If I read it correctly, the fundamental reason for this illusion is the straight suit that this guy is wearing with extremely finely tailored and excellent slim fit.

I don't have much research on suits. But from my pretty good aesthetic point of view, I think this guy's suit can at least be easily exchanged for a bus we are taking, and it's brand new.

I have taken the bus a lot, but it is really rare to see such a wealthy person on the bus. I couldn't help but look forward, wanting to see what kind of face it looks like to match this suit without making people feel inconsistent.

It was a coincidence that this guy turned his head at this time, and I saw a bumpy side face with a nine-point dissatisfaction.

Sure enough, there is no sense of incongruity.

The guy sniffed hard, and the discomfort on his face added a little more. It was obvious that the unpleasant smell in the car made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately it's winter! I secretly felt glad for this guy.

I moved my eyes down and saw the flat leather bag clamped under his armpit. The leather bag looked nothing special, just the style of a mess, but with my eyesight, I could easily see a heart-pounding dazzling engraving on the zipper.

I took a step back without a trace, and I pressed my back against the car window, and bent over slightly.

"Ha! That's it!"

I couldn't help but smile, but it was hard to say why I was so happy.

Maybe it was because I finally found the reason why I was lucky enough to ride the same car with this expensive guy, or maybe it was a gloating? Who knows!

Guess what I saw?

Just on the bottom of this guy's leather bag, there is a long neat cut!

I really feel sorry for this leather bag! I curled the corners of my mouth again.

Seeing now, I think I can already figure out what a tragic day this guy has experienced.

Let me make a compilation!

Today is a sunny day. A successful person crawled out of the gentle country early in the morning. After having a loving breakfast, he was gently put on a suit, picked up a small leather bag, and then picked a suitable car out.

When he arrived at his destination, he parked his car and took a small bag to handle some high-end affairs that I couldn't think of. Of course, it might just be to handle some private businesses that he had to be present, such as... divorce? Report a bank card loss? Replacing a 5G card? Who knows!

In short, when this guy was dealing with some things, he met someone he shouldn't have met. Then he found in great pain that there was a long hole in his beloved small bag, and the things inside the bag naturally disappeared.

Let me think about what should be in his bag?

There must be a car key, and a mobile phone should be there, otherwise he wouldn't appear on this bus. What about the others? Wallet? I really can't say this. Nowadays, the wallet is on the verge of elimination. A few days ago, I heard that a boss named Huang from a wallet manufacturer could not maintain the factory, and finally ran away with his sister-in-law.

Anyway, this guy must have lost his car keys and cell phone, and maybe there are some other miscellaneous things. He couldn't drive the car and could not contact others for a while, and finally he could only fall to the point of squeezing the bus.

As for where the money comes from when taking the bus? Maybe it's because there's some change in the mezzanine of the bag? Or maybe it's because he came from the beggar's bowl on the street? Or should he bear the shame and ask the young lady he met to ask him to take a car?

OK! I admit I'm a little bored, but more of it is actually curious.

I am very interested in the person who cut his bag. A layman may not think so, but as a gold medal picker, I guarantee that the smooth and extremely angular opening on the bag, without extraordinary talent and more than ten years of hard work, would never be able to achieve such perfection.

Moreover, this skilled colleague is going to work on the 29th day of the New Year, and my enthusiasm for this job has to make me deeply admire it from the bottom of my heart.
Chapter completed!