“People need to know how to be content.”
As a man who aspires to be the salted fish king,
Boss Zhou waved his "new claws" a few times like a child who got a new toy and was secretly delighted for a while.
After a while, he retracted his claws, ran downstairs to take another bath, and then went to sleep with the maid in his arms.
This kind of "embezzlement" behavior is really dangerous, especially since the consciousness in the body also felt disgusted with it and even began to resist. Fortunately, it was suppressed by Zhou Ze in the end.
But from another perspective, this feeling is really exciting.
Boss Zhou seemed to have succeeded in "stealing a chicken".
With the mentality that I have already earned money,
This sleep was exceptionally sweet.
Perhaps it was because he had consumed too much energy last night, Zhou Ze did not wake up until the afternoon. After getting up, he found that many parts of his body were sore, just like a person who usually does not exercise much but suddenly gets the urge to lose weight and exercises.
As a former doctor, Zhou Ze certainly knew that this was due to excessive secretion of lactic acid, but he didn't take it seriously. He went downstairs leisurely to wash up as usual, and then sat down on the first floor.
Bai Yingying immediately brought over tea and today's newspaper.
The newspaper was ironed by Bai Yingying in advance.
For a long time, servants would iron the newspapers before the nobles read them. This was because the printing technology was not advanced in the past, and ironing the newspapers could prevent fingers from getting ink stains when flipping through the pages. Now this problem no longer exists, but Bai Yingying likes this sense of ritual.
Zhou Ze just let it go.
Nowadays, under Bai Yingying's meticulous care, Boss Zhou is very much like the Bannermen masters in the Qing Dynasty who would carry their bird cages and go out for a walk with their birds every morning.
The Taoist priest was watching the news, sitting next to the bar, with a monkey sitting in his arms. He was picking lice for the monkey while watching the news.
In fact, the monkey is very clean and knows how to clean its hair, but I am used to this feeling anyway, so it doesn’t matter whether I catch lice or not. The monkey’s hair is soft and feels really good, and it feels very comfortable to rub and knead it.
Houza was enjoying it too, with his little head resting on the Taoist's chest, looking very comfortable.
The idle state of the man and the monkey is even more decadent and lazy than the office workers who drink tea and read newspapers every day as described by the common people.
"Hey, boss, this star committed suicide."
The old Taoist pointed at the TV screen and shouted to Zhou Ze.
"Who is it?"
Zhou Ze didn't even raise his head. He was not interested in news about the entertainment industry.
"It's the male singer who sang %￥@@#."
"oh."
The song knows, but the person doesn’t.
"He revealed on Weibo in the early morning that he had cheated on his wife, that he was taking drugs, and that he was gay. Wow, this guy must have had an epiphany.
He exposed all his dark history on the Internet, and then committed suicide by jumping off a hotel building. Tsk tsk, I still like some of his songs very much. "
As he was talking, the old Taoist reached out and grabbed a handful of monkey hair.
"Hou Za also likes it and often plays this song on his phone."
"oh."
Boss Zhou continued to enjoy the comfortable feeling brought by the ironed newspaper. He really had no interest in this kind of news.
dead,
He's seen a lot.
Men, women, tall, short, plump, pretty, intelligent, bad man, good husband, etc.,
In Boss Zhou's eyes, it was almost like Nanjing salted duck on an assembly line.
Come naked, packaged routinely, and then sent to hell to receive.
It is said that some forensic doctors like to sleep where they work, because that makes them feel the warmth of someone accompanying them. This may not be a psychological problem, because humans are animals with strong ability to adapt.
"Hey, wait a minute."
The Taoist priest took out his phone and flipped through it again, and said in surprise:
"Boss, this singer had a commercial performance in Tongcheng yesterday, and he jumped off the rooftop of Tongcheng Hotel."
"oh."
For a long time, Tongcheng Hotel has been a landmark building in the hearts of Tongcheng people. More than ten years ago, people in Tongcheng liked to brag about having gone to Tongcheng Hotel for dinner the day before.
The old Taoist became more and more excited, completely ignoring his boss's perfunctory response, and continued:
"Boss, do you think he will come to our bookstore tonight
I have to prepare some cow's tears, if he comes, maybe we can even hear him sing a song in his original voice. "
Zhou Ze raised his head and glanced at the old Taoist priest.
“Not all dead people come to our bookstore.”
Zhou Ze reminded.
If even the dead have to come to the bookstore, then the GDP of the bookstore will be really terrifying. Boss Zhou will be so busy that he won't even have time to drink coffee. It is estimated that it is not a dream for him to catch the head of the police patrol.
But in fact, most of the dead souls will go to hell on their own, and only a small number of disobedient dead souls will be sent to hell through the bookstore channel.
"Boss, I think he was wronged. Look, before he died, he exposed all his dark history and then committed suicide. There must be a huge injustice in this!"
"so?"
"So he might actually come to the bookstore tonight!"
It feels like a seasoned star chaser.
To be honest,
To a certain extent, Lao Dao's star-chasing method can be said to be better than the famous "Hongqiao No. 1 Sister".
You block the entrance to the airport, and I block the entrance to hell.
"Want to chase stars? I know a place with a lot of stars, including Zhang Rongmeifang, who I also like."
"Really?" the old Taoist asked in surprise.
"Well, quickly find a rope and hang yourself up. I will be responsible for sending your soul to hell. Maybe you can catch their underground concert."
“… …” old Taoist.
In the evening, Xu Qinglang prepared another big meal. For the first time, Boss Zhou solemnly took out his treasured Higanbana brand juice and drank a small sip carefully. After that, he felt his appetite was whetted and he really had a hearty meal!
The other people at the table looked at Boss Zhou with the same feeling as when they saw the old lady at Naihe Bridge wolfing down her food the day before yesterday.
really,
The living conditions in hell are poor.
Look how hungry these ghosts are.
After dinner,
Boss Zhou, who was a little full, simply moved a chair and sat down in front of the bookstore. Taking advantage of the lingering effect of the red spider lily medicine, Zhou Ze took the candied fruit brought by Bai Yingying and continued to eat it.
Eat happily,
Enjoy the wonderful feeling of food,
This long-lost happiness,
If Boss Zhou hadn't been trying so hard to hold it in, he would probably have burst into tears at the dinner table.
Xu Qinglang walked to the door of the store, lit a cigarette, and looked a little lost.
Today's meal marks the end of Xu Qinglang's series of juice drinks featuring sour plum juice.
There was no talking or communication. After smoking, Xu Qinglang went back to the bookstore to do his own thing.
Boss Zhou was enjoying the last hustle and bustle of South Street in the evening.
At the same time, I was thinking whether I should spend some time tonight practicing the sickle claw I made yesterday to get familiar with it or continue to steal some chickens
Zhou Ze quickly suppressed the latter impulse. Forget it, biting off more than you can chew, let's take it slow.
A car stopped in front of the bookstore. With the window rolled down, Zhou Ze saw a man wearing a blue skirt sitting inside!
The candied fruit in his throat choked Zhou Ze and he started coughing.
The other person turned his head and looked at Zhou Ze. There was a little dissatisfaction on his face, but he didn't say anything.
He took out his cell phone, as if to reorient himself. Finally, he looked in Zhou Ze's direction before opening the car door and getting out.
When the other person got out of the car, Zhou Ze realized that he might have seen it wrong. The other person was wearing an exquisite black suit and might have draped a woman's skirt over himself while driving.
Before people get close, the fragrance has already filled the air. It is the smell of perfume, very pungent and strong.
In this situation, Zhou Ze really wanted to call Xu Qinglang out to demonstrate.
You've met your match!
However, Zhou Ze soon discovered the difference. Lao Xu was a straight man, with no problem with his functions and interests in that area. His feminine appearance was natural, while the man in front of him was full of affectation. As a senior surgeon, Zhou Ze could tell that the man must have had a lot of surgery on his face, trying to make himself look like a woman.
"I'm here to say hello. My name is Liu Chuyu, a new ghost messenger from Changzhou. I have to take a ghost back to your place tonight."
The other party stretched out his hand to Zhou Ze, intending to shake hands, but he had placed a handkerchief on his palm beforehand. The meaning was very clear: he disliked Zhou Ze's dirty hands.
Boss Zhou himself has mysophobia. Seeing this scene, he smiled and was too lazy to shake hands with this guy. He asked directly:
"Lin Ke told me that a ghost messenger from Changzhou who had crossed the border was coming here. What? He wanted to take the ghost away from me and steal my business?"
"I can compensate you in other ways. This ghost is very important to me. I need to see him off in person, and there may be some accidents along the way."
The other party bent down and looked at Zhou Ze:
"If my attitude and gesture make you feel uncomfortable, then I apologize first. I don't want to cause trouble here.
I am not arrogant, nor am I aloof.
It's because the inertia of this body is too strong.
Many of my current behavior details are driven by the habits of this body before, and I haven't fully adapted to it yet, sorry."
"Body's inertia?"
"Oh, in short, this body instinctively rejects men and hates men, but it happens that it itself is a man."
Liu Chuyu had a look of despair.
"Falling into this host body, I am also desperate."
As he spoke, Liu Chuyu looked at Zhou Ze carefully, smiled, and said:
"Dude, you picked a good body. It's quite handsome. I really envy you."
"hehe."
Zhou Ze originally wanted to tell the other party that it was not something to be envied if he ended up being the one who killed his enemy.
But look at the person in front of you.
He suddenly felt that Xu Le still had his lovable qualities.