Although he was not a big smoker, Zheng Ren almost forgot about smoking when he went to the front line and could not smoke one for several days. But now that there is nothing to do, it is good to have a cigarette to pass the time.
He found a small supermarket and bought a pack of Ziyun for ten yuan, and also bought a disposable lighter.
The proprietress of the small supermarket was a little curious when she saw Zheng Ren's clothes and the cigarettes he bought. When Zheng Ren went out, she kept staring at Zheng Ren's back.
"What are you thinking about?" the boss asked.
"The person who bought cigarettes just now, how much do you think he paid for it?" asked the landlady.
"If you buy Ziyun, how much clothes can you wear? Eight hundred and eighty yuan is amazing, and if he goes to Bailey's supermarket to buy food, he can't be a wealthy person." The boss said casually.
When I open a supermarket, I meet all kinds of people, which means I have read countless people.
"Tch, what do you know? Although his outfit is not custom-made, it is not cheap either. At least... a suit of clothes costs thirty to fifty thousand." The proprietress saw Zheng Ren walking to a corner through the transparent glass door. He lit a cigarette leisurely and said.
"Bet, I'm going to add meat to my dinner tonight. I've been eating vegetarian every day for the past few days and I'm so greedy." The boss said with a smile: "I'll ask later. If you're wrong, remember to add meat to me." vegetable."
"You ask, it's strange that someone can tell you." The landlady said scornfully: "This is to hide wealth. Do you think you are the same as you and have some money? Besides, you still want to eat meat. How many times have you had a heart attack? ?no!"
Zheng Ren didn't know that someone was looking at him, and that he had become the scenery in other people's eyes.
Carrying the vegetables, he came to a corner with few people, got close to the trash can, and lit a purple cloud.
After smoking, it is also good to go to the system library to read periodicals and magazines to pass the time.
He put the plastic bag on the ground, began to send positioning information to Xie Yi, and told Xiao Yiren not to worry and drive slowly.
After finishing his cigarette, Zheng Ren entered the system library and started reading magazines.
Various medical journals and magazines gather research on countless cases. There are not many that are valuable, or that are valuable to Zheng Ren.
But this was a step that had to be taken. Zheng Ren didn't feel bored, but was very happy.
More than an hour passed so unconsciously.
Just as he was watching intently, a voice came.
"Mr. Zheng, what a coincidence." The voice sounded a little familiar, and Zheng Ren immediately came out of the system space.
At first glance, it turned out to be Song Ying.
We met last night, and we met again today. Of course, it was such a coincidence.
"Manager Song, what are you doing?" Zheng Ren smiled and asked.
"It's not like a customer ordered something weird. It was a bit sudden. I came here to see if it was from the place of origin and if it was still fresh. I took a look and found it was not bad. I sent someone back." Song Ying said.
Zheng Ren didn't care much about what ingredients Song Ying went to get. He was not very interested in food in the first place.
As for which restaurant would have rare and rare ingredients here, Zheng Ren didn't think about it at all.
"Oh, I came to buy groceries after get off work and waited for my girlfriend to pick me up." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Now when I talk about the word girlfriend, I have become more and more familiar with it, and I am no longer shy and shy at the beginning.
Song Ying wanted to make friends, and he happened to meet Zheng Ren. This was considered fate, so he sent someone to deliver the ingredients and left, made another phone call, and then came back.
"Mr. Zheng, are you still used to 912?" Song Ying asked.
"Fortunately, I'm much more comfortable than before. I used to be the chief resident of the emergency department and couldn't go home." Zheng Ren replied.
Although Song Ying interrupted his reading, he was not annoying at all. Zheng Ren thought it would be nice to chat with him for a few words.
"This is my business card. If you need any ingredients in the future, just call and they will be delivered soon. The price will be according to the market price, don't worry, Mr. Zheng." Song Ying took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren took the business card and saw his name printed on it and his phone number below. The overall style is quite simple, without a company name or numerous titles.
This should be a very personal business card, Zheng Ren guessed.
"The ingredients are all the freshest, and they are definitely better than what you buy here." Song Ying said.
"Then I'll trouble you." Although Zheng Ren was helpless, he had good intentions and seemed to save a lot of trouble.
As he spoke, he put the business card away.
"It's not close from Golden Palm to here. How about I take you back? It's just on the way." Song Ying said.
"No need, I guess my girlfriend will be here soon." Zheng Ren glanced into the distance. There was a huge flow of people and cars, and Xie Yi couldn't be seen at all.
Song Ying didn't care and chatted with Zheng Ren for several minutes without saying a word.
From the 912 chat to Haicheng, this Manager Song is indeed a person who has been in the world. He talks about people and ghosts, and he can always hit the point.
A simple chat, neither too enthusiastic nor cold, as if two old friends were chatting.
Unknowingly, it gives people a kind feeling.
As he said that, Zheng Ren's cell phone rang.
Seeing that it was Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren quickly waved his hand and made an apologetic expression.
"Hey, Yiren."
"Oh, okay, then I'll go find you."
After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
"Manager Song, parking is not allowed here. My girlfriend is waiting for me nearby. I have to leave first." Zheng Ren said apologetically.
"Okay, when Director Kong comes back, you will definitely come and sit at my place." Song Ying said with a smile.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded.
"Call if you need anything. It won't be free of charge, but I'll give you the purchase price. Mr. Zheng will just add the cost of delivery." Song Ying pointed to the pocket where Zheng Ren put his business card and said with a smile.
It was a very sincere move to mention this matter for the second time. And he has rules and knows how to behave.
Zheng Ren smiled, turned and left.
Song Ying watched Zheng Ren walking further and further, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
In the smoke, although Zheng Ren's figure blended into the crowd, he was watched like a hawk by Song Ying. Ever since he had the surgery, he had been very interested in the little doctor in Haicheng.
It was quite a coincidence that we met two days in a row. Song Ying thought with a smile on his face. He didn't know whether this little doctor could stand firm in the imperial capital. Living in the capital is not easy, no joke.
A few hundred meters away, Zheng Ren got into a black sports car, which then slowly drove away.
Song Ying was startled for a moment, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at the sports car until he could no longer see it.
With its exquisite body and flowing curves, Song Ying seemed to be able to hear the pleasant low roar of the vehicle's engine hundreds of meters away.
Is it an Aston Martin one-77
There is no doubt that Song Ying believes in his own eyesight. But this expensive sports car could never be with that gentle and honest face.
It's like the existence of two worlds, paired together, so ridiculous.
The global limited edition is 77 units, and only 5 units seem to have been sold domestically.
It was easy to know whose car it was, but Song Ying had no idea.
This Mr. Zheng seems to be deeper than he thought.