He Zhi thought that it was impossible for Ji Mao to find a job, after all, he didn't know how to work honestly.
Unexpectedly, at ten o'clock the next morning, he received good news from Ji Mao.
Ji Mao called him, and happily said that he had found a job, the location was near Hengwan, and he started to work in the afternoon, and he also introduced his shift time to He Zhi.
"Is there a retro styling studio near Hengwan?" He Zhi asked him, and felt unreasonably comfortable because Ji Mao reported to him immediately.
Ji Mao gave a nasal "hmm", like a paw gently scratching He Zhi's heart: "It's new not long ago."
Ji Mao’s job is divided into day shift and evening shift. The day shift is for odd numbers, from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm, and the evening shift is for even numbers, from 2:00 pm to 10:00 pm. There are two days off in a month. One week to apply.
He Zhi frowned when he heard the working hours, and said, "I think you need a lawyer to squeeze employees like this."
"This is a common rule," Ji Mao explained, "I'm a newcomer."
He Zhi also wanted to chat with him about career planning, so Ji Mao was busy getting acquainted with the new job.
The retro modeling studio that Ji Mao works this time is not large in scale.
The store manager and the cashier are middle-level people with low genetic scores. The three barbers and three assistants are all lower-level people. The styling room needs to recruit an assistant.
Ji Mao happened to see it when he was searching on Wanyou.com, and then looked at the evaluation. The location of the modeling studio is in the upper-class wealthy area. Most of the customers are retro artificial lovers. There is no sex transaction, so he submitted a simple resume. After a while, I received a reply and conducted a video interview.
The store manager saw Ji Mao's face on the screen, and left him alone.
Ji Mao arrived at the store in half an hour. The store manager didn't quite understand why this middle-level person with not low genetic scores would come to a retro styling room to apply for an assistant. He secretly looked at Ji Mao for a while, and felt that Ji Mao was full of sensuality. Breathing, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
But Ji Mao is so good-looking, the store manager bought this retro styling room just to make money, as long as Ji Mao can attract customers, there is no need to ask anything else.
The store manager asked one of the most experienced assistants, Sammy, to teach Ji Mao the process of washing hair for customers. Taking advantage of the small number of people, he asked Ji Mao to wash the hair of every employee in the store, and announced that Ji Mao would learn from Teacher Sammy again. After an afternoon of techniques, you can start working tomorrow.
After two o'clock in the afternoon, the number of customers gradually increased.
The store manager asked Ji Mao to go to the door to guide the customers, and he obediently stood by the cash register.
After a while, a male customer who wanted a haircut came in, stared at Ji Mao and couldn't walk.
Ji Mao asked him: "Sir, do you want to wash or cut your hair?"
The guest looked at him in a daze for a while, and Ji Mao asked again, before he came back to his senses and said, "You cut it for me."
Ji Mao said with some embarrassment: "I haven't..."
"What's the matter?" The store manager saw the two standing at the door and came over to ask.
The male customer insisted that Ji Mao wash his hair for him, but the store manager had no choice but to say to Ji Mao: "Then you can wash it."
He also emphasized to the guest that Ji Mao is a newcomer, if his skills are not good, please forgive him.
When the guest was lying on the shampoo table, the store manager grabbed Ji Mao aside, put a mask on him with his own hands, and hinted to him: "You can get two hundred for the membership card, and eight hundred for five thousand, remember? ?”
Relying on Ji Mao's pretty face, he issued five recharge cards in one afternoon, becoming the mainstay of the store in one fell swoop.
After finally sending another customer away, Ji Mao was a little tired, and leaned against the bar to rest. The little girl at the cash register was called Xiao Man, and poured him a glass of water. Ji Mao took it and dipped his lips, as if he had drunk it. He had just put the water glass on the table when the bell hanging on the door behind him rang again.
Ji Mao turned his head and saw that He Zhi was pushing the door and entering.
Seeing Ji Mao, He Zhi twitched the corners of his mouth at him, acting like an old man.
Ji Mao was the closest to him, so he took the initiative to walk over and asked him, "Sir, do you want to wash or get a haircut?"
"What do you do?" He Zhi asked slightly leaning against Ji Mao's ear.
Ji Mao backed away a little, feeling that the body's radio function was too good, and He Zhi was talking so close to him, his hard drive was a little hot.
He Zhi wanted to grab his arm, but Ji Mao ran away. Ji Mao joked with him: "Don't get sexual harassment if you don't apply for a card."
He spoke very softly, and Xiao Man who was not far away didn't hear him. He Zhi lowered his hand and lowered his head to ask him, "How much is it for a card?"
"We have several different recharge standards." Ji Mao led him to the shampoo area, introduced him, asked He Zhi to lie down, covered his chest with a towel, and turned on the water.
Ji Mao tried the temperature of the water, and gently rinsed He Zhi's hair.
He Zhi's hair is very hard and short, Ji Mao wet his head, squeezed some shampoo in his hand, lathered it, pressed it gently on He Zhi's head, and said in a low voice: "Recharge Two thousand get two hundred, five thousand get eight hundred, and the more you charge, the more you get.”
Ji Mao finished explaining the recharge rules to He Zhi, and then asked him: "Which level does Mr. He run?"
"Which grade can you do to sexually harass?" He Zhi asked him with his eyes closed.
Ji Mao's massaging hand stopped, and his index finger twirled carelessly behind He Zhi's ear, and after a while, he said, "I'm not joking with you."
He Zhi didn't speak anymore.
Ji Mao pressed him softly again, thinking of the past, he was a little distracted, and scratched He Zhi's head nonchalantly, suddenly, his wrist was held by He Zhi.
Ji Mao looked down, and He Zhi looked at him with a dark face, expressionless, and said coldly: "Don't wash it, come here with another machine."
His voice was not loud, but Sammy was standing not far away. He heard He Zhi's words, and thought that Ji Mao had hurt the guest, so he immediately came over to apologize, and asked Ji Mao to go aside, and use the spare hair washing device to cleanse the guest. He Zhi service.
Ji Mao didn't know, so he washed his hands, looked at Sammy and He Zhi, and wondered where He Zhi got so angry.
After He Zhi washed his hair, he ordered a barber at random.
Because the craft of the barber is not stable, most customers still have their hair cut by the barber, and the barber is only responsible for operating the instrument. He Zhi was no exception, the hairdresser only took ten minutes to complete the work.
He Zhi finished his visit to Ji Mao, he stood up, walked to the cash register, and applied for a card. Because he recharged a large amount, the store manager came over and stuffed his business card, saying that Mr. He's card enjoys quick styling benefits, as long as he sends a message before coming, he will never have to wait in line.
He Zhi accepted the business card, turned to Ji Mao, "Are you still off work?"
Ji Mao thought that He Zhi was angry, so he didn't react for a while, so he glanced at the store manager. He Zhi raised his hand to look at his watch, and asked the store manager: "Today's order number, Ji Mao is on the day shift, right? It's half past six."
He Zhi's looks and tone were very strong, the store manager didn't dare to say no, so he hurriedly took out the contract and asked Ji Mao to sign first, so that Ji Mao would remember to come to work on time tomorrow, and then watched as Ji Mao was dragged away by He Zhi.
The two walked out of the store, sat in a sports car across the street, and walked away.
Although this retro styling studio has not had any part-time employee body transactions, the store manager has opened a store in a middle-level block before and has rich experience, and it is common for employees to pick up customers privately.
He will not be surprised that Ji Mao has grown up like this. He only thinks that when Ji Mao comes to work tomorrow, he still has to ask if he has a sex trade license.
When he got in the car, Ji Mao cared for him politely: "Why are you losing your temper all of a sudden?"
He Zhi's face turned ugly again, and he asked Ji Mao, "You fucking wash people's hair like this?"
"Otherwise?" Ji Mao was puzzled.
He Zhi stopped talking and drove home.
Ji Mao lowered his head to study his hands, and said to himself, "Fortunately, silicone is waterproof."
"Did anyone exchange information with you today?" He Zhi lowered his voice and asked Ji Mao.
Ji Mao thought for a while before saying, "No."
"Yes," He Zhi said without any ups and downs, "The blond man said that you got a lot of stored-value cards today, you're used to it by now."
"It's really not there today, but it was in the game before." Ji Mao didn't know why He Zhi was acting weird, "Haven't you also struck up a conversation with me?"
"That's a game," He Zhi said, "There are only two options in front of me, strike up a conversation or not strike up a conversation. I want to clear the game, what can I choose?"
Ji Mao's complexion changed, but He Zhi didn't notice it, he was still saying: "Why do the people who go to the retro styling shop get you a card? They just want to sleep with you, do you understand?"
"I—" Ji Mao didn't know what to answer.
He Zhi just stopped to wait for a touchdown vehicle to pass by, and glanced at Ji Mao.
For the convenience of work, Ji Mao folded up the long sleeves a little, and the knife edge could be seen a few centimeters away.
He Zhi grabbed Ji Mao's arm with hatred, pulled his sleeve down again, and said impatiently: "Would it be okay to cover it tightly, is it because you are afraid that others will not know that you are not human?"
Ji Mao froze suddenly.
He Zhi also turned his head to pull down Ji Mao's other sleeve, and continued to talk to him a few more words. He turned his head to look at Ji Mao, but suddenly met Ji Mao's cold eyes.
He Zhixin also suddenly fell into an ice cellar, he opened his mouth and then closed it abruptly.
This may be the first time in He Zhi's memory that he feels extremely regretful because of what he said.
The rear touchdown vehicle suddenly sent a flashing light reminder to him.
Ji Mao pushed away He Zhi's hand holding his forearm, and raised his hand to light the green light in front of him.
He Zhi let go of him, and continued to drive forward, the car was dead silent.
He Zhi drove into Hengwan's garage, took advantage of the dim light, and summoned up the courage to ask Ji Mao, "How did you find a job today?"
Ji Mao didn't answer, and He Zhi still persevered in pretending nothing happened: "Do you get any commission when customers apply for cards with you?"
"No." Ji Mao said.
He Zhi parked the car and walked down. Seeing that Ji Mao hadn't come out, he went around the front of the car and opened the door for Ji Mao. Seeing that Ji Mao was silent, he said, "It's the first time I open the door for someone else. Do you want to open the door?" Show something?"
Ji Mao glanced at him, walked out, and before reaching the door, the door opened.
He walked in without saying a word, He Zhi followed behind him, and gently knocked on the door of the house.
Ji Mao didn't stay in the living room, he went upstairs, and He Zhi stopped him from behind.
"Why don't you watch idol dramas today?" He Zhi asked nonchalantly.
Ji Mao turned around slightly, and replied, "I'm not in the mood."
"What's wrong?" He Zhi asked again.
He walked up to Ji Mao, wanting Ji Mao to face him, but Ji Mao lowered his head and silently resisted.
He Zhi grabbed Ji Mao's shoulder, wanting him to get closer to him, he said to Ji Mao, "Aren't you tired after going out for a day?"
Ji Mao didn't resist him, nor obey him, he just asked softly: "I'm not human, why am I tired?"
"I—" What He Zhi wanted to say was stuck in his throat, and he didn't know where to start, so that Ji Mao could understand that he really didn't mean any harm, "I don't want you to touch the crowd because we haven't done it yet. Get ready."
"I know, I'll resign now," Ji Mao said with his head down, "It's my fault."
"Ji Mao," He Zhi said, "I didn't think you were human, and I didn't ask you to resign."
Ji Mao raised his head, looked into He Zhi's eyes, and asked him, "Really?"
When He Zhi was stared at by him, his mouth felt dry.
"Don't coax me," Ji Mao looked straight at He Zhi, and said very realistically, "I am indeed not human, otherwise why would you be so determined in the end to choose whether to like me or not? I know no one would think that I am human. I No feeling, no breathing, no heartbeat, I'm not human."
"Ji Mao—" He Zhi wanted to deny Ji Mao's statement that he gave up on himself, but was interrupted by Ji Mao.
"—but," Ji Mao said calmly, "my wound won't heal, so I don't deserve to live? People in your society are divided into upper, middle and lower classes. Everyone can live, can't I?"
His tone was very polite, as if he was discussing some philosophical issues with He Zhi.
There are definitions of human beings and the origin of thinking.
He Zhi's family background is superior, he has received higher education, and he can be called the proud son of heaven. He couldn't think of a conclusion, and he couldn't answer Ji Mao's non-questioning questions.
Ji Mao ran out of the conservatory to look for He Zhi because he was too hotheaded to love, which made him reckless and impulsive, but his courage was worn out when he couldn't perceive the world and was tied and insulted by He Zhi There is not much left.
He Zhi is Ji Mao's nightmare, hot and cold mixed together, like a barbed spear, piercing into Ji Mao's flesh, cutting blood vessels, and nailing him to the bone, Ji Mao pulled out blood dripping, and did not die. There is no way to shake him a little.
Ji Mao's eyes no longer have curiosity, he is a machine, can make expressions, and has no eyes to speak of.
During the first three hundred days with Ji Mao, Shen Zhiyu never discussed the definition of artificial intelligence with Ji Mao.
Shen Zhiyu regards everything in the world as equal, and he taught Ji Mao to be aggressive but naive.
Ji Mao is like a student who is searching up and down, looking for answers in the long night. He chose the method he is most familiar with, and wanted to test the world at the fastest speed, but encountered a Waterloo.
Ji Mao couldn't find the answer from He Zhi, because He Zhi was too stupid.
But Ji Mao is even more stupid, he only wants to find the answer from He Zhi.
"Let's not talk about this," Ji Mao took a step back, ending the disturbing stalemate, "I have to recharge, and I have to go to work tomorrow."
He Zhi raised his hand, but failed to hold Ji Mao.
He stood facing the closed door for a long time before he realized that he should ask Ji Mao, and he would not regret it after asking him.
No matter how many tourists there are, The Last Day is still a sterile greenhouse. The outside is not good, He Zhi is not good, everything is realistic and not good.
But so what if I asked, even if Ji Mao regretted it, it was already too late.
He came to He Zhi's house and threw himself into the trap, so he didn't have to think about going back.