"Brother Xuan. That's the one, there he is at the door again." Zhu Zhou pushed him, Li Xuan typed a string of code and raised his head impatiently.
"The yellow-haired one?"
“Yes, yes, yes.”
"Yes, yes, yes, you're right! Are you stuttering?" Li Xuan rolled up the account book beside him and hit him on the head, "You are scared like this by this non-mainstream thing in the urban-rural fringe, and you haven't told me about it for so long? I hired you to eat for free."
"He looks fierce." Zhu Zhou rubbed his forehead and whispered, "There's such a long scar on his face. Why don't we call the police again?"
"Ouch. There's a scar. That's amazing." Li Xuan glanced at him and said, "I'll cut one for you too."
As he was talking, the yellow-haired man had already walked to the counter. The iron chain on his chest was twitching. He slapped his ID card on the table and said, "Open a 100-yuan card."
Zhu Zhou tilted his head to look at Li Xuan. Li Xuan supported his head with his hands and looked at him calmly. Choosing the lesser of two evils, Zhu Zhou looked at each other for two seconds and then looked away, looking at the yellow-haired man: "No."
"What do you mean by closed?" The yellow-haired man's face wrinkled like a monkey, so ugly that he looked like a reversion to his ancestors. He knocked on the table loudly. "If you don't open, what business are you in?"
"that… "
"Hurry up! Why are you dawdling with me!" The yellow-haired man slammed the table hard and started roaring.
"Open." Li Xuan cleared his throat, picked up the ID card on the table, held it between his fingers and turned it around twice. "One hundred, right? Two hundred deposit, a total of three hundred, give me the money."
"Buy on credit first." Huangmao said impatiently and reached out to take his ID card.
Li Xuan stood up and slapped his paw open: "One day's debt is called credit, one month's debt is called default! How dare you come every day? You are so shameless, aren't you?"
The slap was so loud that it seemed very abrupt even in the noisy internet cafe. Several customers had already stood up to watch. Zhu Zhou was smart this time and immediately ran over to comfort them. Of course, it was possible that he was trying to escape from the crime scene.
The yellow-haired guy was obviously stunned by the beating. When he came to his senses, he yelled "Fuck" and reached for his back trouser pocket. Before taking action, he did not forget to stroke his arm.
Considering that he was wearing a low-cut vest without sleeves, Li Xuan suspected that he did this most likely to show off the ugly tattoo on his arm.
He sighed inwardly, and before the yellow-haired man could take out the knife, he supported himself on the table with one hand and jumped over, kicking him on the back. He grabbed the yellow-haired man's wrist with his backhand and pressed the knife against his lower back.
"Let's go." Li Xuan gently slashed the knife, leaving a bloody mark on the left side. "I don't know how to count, let's go out and talk."
This street is behind the Normal College, and there are not so many people after ten o'clock.
Li Xuan held the yellow-haired man to the street corner with a knife: "Three thousand one hundred and forty-two dollars and five cents."
Huangmao: “What?”
"One hundred internet fees for twenty-eight days, two thousand eight, thirty-seven buckets of instant noodles at five yuan a bucket, one hundred and eighty-five, three yuan and a bottle of Coke, one hundred and fifty-seven and a half yuan. You're as skinny as Brother Fan, but you can eat a lot." Li Xuan sighed and shook his head. "The current interest rate on the market is 0.03%, so I won't calculate it for you. The total is three thousand one hundred and forty-two and a half."
The yellow-haired man kept trying to grab Li Xuan's head while he was talking. Li Xuan slapped him on the neck and pushed him forward: "You don't understand, right? It doesn't matter. I'll give you two choices. Either pay the money before tomorrow, or don't show up on this street again."
"This street is yours!" When the knife was pressed against the yellow-haired man, his whole body except for his head was as stiff as a board. After being pushed away, he quickly became flexible.
"The street belongs to the state. Don't you know that land cannot be bought and sold? How can you be ignorant of the law if you want to do something illegal?" Li Xuan shook his head in disdain and threw his ID card over. "Get lost."
He walked back with his hands in his pockets, and after only two steps he heard someone rushing towards him from behind.
The glass door of the barbershop in front of him showed the figure of the yellow-haired man jumping with a knife. Not to mention, he jumped quite high, as if he wanted to ride on his neck and crush him to death.
The moment the yellow-haired man touched the corner of his clothes, Li Xuan quickly turned around, grabbed his arm and pulled it hard, swinging it directly against the wall next to him.
"I think people should have an accurate understanding of themselves." Li Xuan picked up the knife on the ground and walked over to the right side of the yellow-haired man's waist. "Now it's symmetrical. I'll help you remember it."
The yellow-haired man didn't say anything. He looked at him hatefully and twisted his body to touch his back.
"No fractures, stop touching me. With your level of skill, you're still here to act like a big shot? Do you really think that all the good students are easy to scare? You should thank your ancestors for being able to eat all the meals you want for a month. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you one more chance to get out of here. There will be a next time." Li Xuan patted his face with the back of a knife, "You like tattoos, right? The next time I see you, I'll carve one for you..."
As he spoke, he suddenly realized that half of the tattoo on the yellow-haired man's arm was missing. Li Xuan was stunned and quickly looked down at his palm.
Damn it, it’s still pasted on.
He was completely speechless. He simply broke the knife in half and threw it at the yellow-haired man's feet: "No more nonsense. I give you three seconds to get out. One, two, ..."
Huang Mao stood up, and Li Xuan grabbed his vest: "Take away the garbage."
He glared at Li Xuan angrily, picked up the knife on the ground, and ran away quickly, forgetting to pick up his ID card.
Li Xuan walked over slowly and kicked it into the sewer next to him.
"Is it solved?" Zhu Zhou ran over.
"No." Li Xuan said, "The money hasn't been returned yet. Go and get it back."
"No, didn't you say you didn't want it?" Zhu Zhou smiled ingratiatingly.
"You have a pretty good ear." Li Xuan pulled his ear, "I just can't accept it. How could you let him default on the payment for a month for a tattoo that needs to be pasted on?"
He didn't use much force, and Zhu Zhou struggled out: "He looked like that and had a knife. I called the police last time, but the amount was too small and he was criticized and educated. He came again the next day, and I panicked when I saw that the police didn't care... Brother Xuan, did you return the knife to him?"
"If you bargain at the two-dollar store, you can buy three for five bucks. Should I keep them and frame them as a trophy? Come on!"
Li Xuan slapped him in the chest and successfully pasted the half tattoo stuck on his palm onto Zhu Zhou's short sleeve, "I'll show you this to brag about."
Zhu Zhou immediately took out a pack of wet wipes and handed them to Li Xuan to wipe his hands: "He mainly looks scary."
"How scary can a person who dares to use his real ID card to surf the Internet be? What excuses can he make?" Li Xuan wiped his hands, rolled up the wet wipes and threw them into the trash can at the door of the Internet cafe.
There was a clerk from a fruit shop sitting at the counter. Zhu Zhou was actually quite smart. He didn't forget to ask someone to help him at the counter even though he was just two steps away. He thanked the clerk while seeing him off and even took two apples with him.
"I really want to ask you something." Li Xuan took a bite of the apple, which was quite sweet. He continued typing on the keyboard, "I am the only one who has to do this. Did you really quit your job at the last Internet cafe or were you fired?"
"The last one wasn't an Internet cafe, it was mainly a repair shop. It also had a few computers for people to use for Internet access. It was also in a shopping mall and quite formal. I never encountered that before..."
Li Xuan didn't even raise his eyes, and pointed at the business license with his backhand: "So, is this a black shop?"
“No, no, no.” Zhu Zhou quickly shook his head and said, “Brother Xuan, you know, I’m the only child in my family. My grandmother is a Buddhist and has always told me not to fight or hit anyone. I really don’t dare to cause trouble, and I’ve never fought with anyone since I was a child.”
"I don't know." Li Xuan said coldly, "Then you're quitting?"
"I did." Zhu Zhou answered immediately, "You pay me well. And I know how to deal with it after seeing it once. These people are just bluffing. I am not afraid of them anymore."
"Don't do it next time. Go get your money back now."
Zhu Zhou's head shook like a rattle.
"Hey." Li Xuan rubbed his brows with a headache, "Don't shake it anymore. If you shake it any longer, your brain will come out. There's not much to begin with, so save it."
He was actually quite satisfied with Zhu Zhou. He graduated from a junior college, could fix simple computer problems, was willing to work, could basically manage the situation of the Internet cafe, and managed the accounts quite well. He was just a little timid, but it was not a big problem. This area was next to the school, and the public security was actually good, and it was rare to encounter people who came to cause trouble.
He thought about it and sighed: "Hold on for two months, and when your boss comes back, he will be able to handle these things."
Zhu Zhou had always been here to apply for a job, and Li Xuan had said that he was not the boss. It was just that for so long, Li Xuan had been handling all the big and small matters, and he had never met anyone else. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Brother Xuan, who is my boss?"
"It's a person." Li Xuan yawned and covered his mouth. "I told you that you didn't know. I pointed at you and you didn't recognize him. Why are you in such a hurry? Wait another two months and the person will be here."
"Oh." Zhu Zhou responded angrily.
Li Xuan waved his hand, asking him to move aside and not get in the way, and continued to write code. The dim light from the screen made his eyes a little sore. After the search function was almost perfected, he packaged it and sent it to Qi Boyuan.
Qi Boyuan accepted it quickly and said that the company's registration procedures would be completed soon.
Li Xuan replied "OK" and looked at the time on his wrist. It was eleven o'clock.
"I'm back to school." He closed his computer and yawned.
Zhu Zhougang brought a bowl of instant noodles to the guest, smelling of seasoning: "Brother Xuan, I'll take you there."
"What are you sending me?" Li Xuan smelled the instant noodles on him and felt a little hungry. He ordered Zhu Zhou to take two bags from under the counter and throw them into his backpack. "I don't even want to come here if you don't let people default on their debts."
Zhu Zhou chuckled twice and stuffed another bag of instant noodles into his pocket.
"That's enough. I also paid for the noodles. Show me what it means to pay for the wool with the sheep." Li Xuan walked outside and unlocked his bicycle. "Go back to the store. Call me if you have any problem."
"Okay." Zhu Zhou nodded.
Li Xuan got on his bicycle and left.
The weather this year is very abnormal. It has been a long time since the beginning of summer, but the nights are still cold and wet, and the rain keeps falling. It has been freezing for half a month, freezing people's bones and making their heads ache. It was finally sunny today, but it started to rain again, but fortunately it wasn't heavy. Li Xuan walked a little faster, turned the corner, and his cell phone suddenly rang.
"Hello?" He took it out of his pocket, without even looking at it, and answered the call with one hand on the handlebars. "Who is this?"
"It's me." The call was from Li Mingge.
Li Xuan frowned unconsciously, but his voice was still steady: "What's the matter?"
"Where are you?"
"Outside."
"When will you come back soon?" Li Mingge asked in a commanding tone, and added, "Your mother misses you very much."
Li Xuan frowned even more tightly, and his stomach felt a little uncomfortable. He was silent for a while: "Next week. I'm busy recently."
He wasn't actually that busy, he just didn't want to go back to that so-called home, but he had promised Li Mingge that he would go back at least twice a month. Li Mingge knew this in his heart and didn't expose him, but his tone was not good: "Then next Monday."
"Yeah." Li Xuan responded, and the person on the other end quickly hung up the phone.
The busy tone was annoying, but Li Xuan knew that was not what bothered him. He grabbed a handful of hair, stopped the car on the side of the road, stepped on the curb, and took out a lighter and cigarettes from his pocket.
He didn't usually smoke and had no craving for it, but now he had to have one. It was just that the air was too humid, and the lighter didn't catch fire after several clicks.
bother.
The university town is a new area. Except for a few streets near the school, the rest of the place is deserted. Now there is no one else on the street except him. Only two cars occasionally pass by him. He can't even ask someone to borrow a light. Half of the street lights on both sides are broken and have not been repaired.
Li Xuan stood on the roadside for a while, the night wind blowing past him. Suddenly, there was a thunder in the sky, and then the rain inexplicably got heavier.
What good luck.
Li Xuan came back to his senses and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
He remembered that there was a bus stop at the intersection ahead, so he planned to go there to take shelter from the rain for a while. If the bus didn't stop, he would call a bus to go back to school.
Having made up his mind, he quickly wiped his face, threw the lighter into the nearby trash can, stuffed the cigarette box back into his pocket, and continued to pedal forward with the unlit cigarette in his mouth.
After two or three minutes of pedaling, I reached the intersection and the bus stop was just opposite.
Li Xuan exhaled, turned the handlebars and was about to go over when he suddenly heard the roar of an engine. A taxi suddenly rushed out from the alley in front of him on the right, not only driving in the wrong direction, but also without turning on the lights, and headed straight towards him.
The sound of tires rubbing against the ground had never been so harsh. Li Xuan was startled and quickly dodged to the side. However, the car was about to reach him and did not slow down at all. He had no time to dodge and the car body hit him directly in a flash.
The strong collision seemed to make the air stop for a moment. The next second, Li Xuan and his bicycle flew out and hit the bus stop sign opposite heavily.
Everything went black before his eyes, and then pain started to surge up from every inch of his body. Li Xuan felt as if his internal organs had shifted. There was air going out, but no air coming in.
Time seemed to be extremely long. After an unknown amount of time, someone ran up to him in a panic, reeking of alcohol. It was probably the taxi driver.
He used trembling fingers to test Li Xuan's breath.
"Someone's dead! Dead!" He shouted in panic, took a few steps back, trembling all over. He looked around for a long time. This bus station was newly built, there were no surveillance cameras nearby, and no one passed by. He looked at Li Xuan lying on the ground again, jumped into a taxi, and drove away.
"I'm not fucking dead..." Li Xuan tried his best to make a sound, but he was powerless. The driver was right, he was really going to die.
A clock from somewhere struck twelve, and Li Xuan's eyelids became heavier and heavier. He tried his best to remind himself not to sleep, as if he closed his eyes he would never be able to open them again. However, the pain still overwhelmed him like a tide.
He forced himself to open his eyes, but his neck was unable to move. The only thing he could see within his field of vision was the bus stop sign in front of him, with an advertisement for an orange juice drink on it.
The spokesperson was a young male star who looked about the same age as me, with curved eyebrows and a bright smile. His name was written in the lower right corner of the ad.
Sheng Min.
This was Li Xuan's last impression before he lost consciousness.
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