The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

There are quite a few shops selling mobile phones in the town, so Yang Qing led Zhang Yuanying into the nearest business hall.At the beginning of July, the scorching heat is starting to kick in, and Xiao Zhang, a salesperson who is afraid of heat, has already used a small hand-held electric fan.

In the sound of "buzzing", Xiao Zhang lay on the glass booth with his chin resting on one hand, swiping his phone boredly.

About 5 minutes later, the induction horn at the door shouted with a hoarse mechanical voice: "Welcome!"

Xiao Zhang regained his energy, turned off the small fan, and looked up at the door.

A man and a woman came in, one young and one old.

Xiao Zhang has been in this industry for many years, and he was rated as an excellent backbone in the branch last year, and he has developed a pair of sharp eyes.Who came in to use the air conditioner, who just looked at but didn't buy, and who just came to pay the phone bill, she could tell at a glance, and it was rare for her to be wrong.

Generally speaking, the elders bring their juniors to come and spend the most money, and the young people want new models and follow the trend, as long as they go to the display cabinets where the new models are displayed, they will not worry about spending money.

With a misunderstanding, Xiao Zhang welcomed the grandparents and grandchildren who entered the door with a happy face, but her enthusiasm lasted only for a moment before it extinguished.

Yang Qing ignored the salesperson's enthusiastic sales, and asked straight to the point: "Where is the elderly machine?"

Half an hour later, Yang Qing left the business hall with two brand new black bricks. He inserted the phone card and called the landlord.

"Hey, who is it? Thirty thousand! Put it down and don't move, I want to touch it." The other end of the phone was very noisy, Yang Qing took the phone that was close to his ear away, frowned and said: "Sister Yao, it's me, little Yang."

The communication process was short, and the landlord obviously didn't have time to greet him at the moment. He communicated in a few words about the time to sign the contract, and hung up the phone with a beep.

Yang Qing played with the small black box in his hand over and over again, his eyes full of surprise. This was the first time he came into contact with the products of the new era. Although he knew that the development of science and technology made life very convenient today, watching others operate and doing it by himself are different. Two very different experiences.

He fiddled with the black box like a child discovering a novelty toy. He randomly dialed the number and got connected. A cursing male voice came from the black box.

The voice scolded him for being sick.

People who are scolded for being sick and still secretly having fun are probably really sick. When a passer-by looked over, Yang Qing put away her smile, put on a mature and stable appearance, and led Zhang Yuanying away.

He bought a bag of apples and gave it to the owner of the noodle shop who took care of Zhang Yuanying for him. The boss accepted the apples and cheerfully filled Yang Qing with two bags of unused lettuce and beef ribs left over from the old soup as a gift in return.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the sky was smeared with the golden color of the twilight. Yang Qing led Zhang Yuanying on the asphalt road in the countryside, and the overlapping shadows of the houses made him unable to stay.

The dead man in the corpse well cellar opened his eyes.

It was already 07:30 when I returned to the small courtyard I rented.He coaxed Zhang Yuanying to finish taking the medicine, moved an armchair for her, turned on the TV for her to watch, and walked towards the kitchen with a serious face. He had to do something that was a hundred times more difficult than leading soldiers to fight—cook a delicious meal Delicious dinner.

With the first bowl shattered 10 minutes later, he reduced his demands to making an edible dinner.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, black smoke rose from the kitchen, and Zhang Yuanying was startled. She walked to the tight kitchen door with a thin blanket in her arms, and tried to open the kitchen door in panic.

The kitchen door was locked from the inside, so she had to put her face on the door and listen carefully.

Yang Qing was afraid of scaring Zhang Yuanying, and even more afraid that he would be seen by Zhang Yuanying in such a disheveled state, so he deliberately raised the volume, half coaxing and half coaxing Zhang Yuanying to go back to watch TV.

The sound of footsteps outside the door was far away, Yang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at the mess on the stove speechlessly.He just wanted to stir-fry a handful of lettuce, but for some reason, a fire caught in the pot. He hurriedly took a bowl of water and poured it into the pot, but he didn't know that the tongue of the fire jumped three feet high when it saw the water, which not only choked his mouthful of smoke , and burned a section of his forehead hair.

If Zhang Yuanying was not around, he would have to fight the disobedient pot and disobedient lettuce for [-] rounds.

He tidied up the kitchen in disgrace, took his keys and went out to buy some cooked food and millet porridge. The whole meal was tasteless, he thought in frustration, the prince who knew everything about taming horses and cooking eagles was defeated by the little lettuce !

At night he lay on the bed turning and turning, and today was the first time he was able to catch the breath of the earth.His body was reborn, but his soul remained on the day the country was destroyed. He was divided into two eras.

He always felt that Qingyangbi's life was over, and that Yang Qing was a phantom created for the sake of atonement.But after meeting Cen Weiyu, he was a little unconvinced, why can he live happily?Isn't he the one who should repent most?

The more Yang Qing thought about it, the more dissatisfied he became. At the same time, a trace of luck stuck out his head. Since Cen Weiyu can live a human life in a grandiose way, why can't he?

Even if he goes to hell after death and is entangled by the ghosts of his previous life, Cen Weiyu will be cast aside even more than him. If someone backs him up, why should he be afraid?

He is more like a person than Cen Weiyu!Yang Qing made up his mind, turned over after a while, and thought dejectedly, let's fry a plate of lettuce first.

At eight o'clock the next day, when Yang Qing saw the empty rice bucket, Yang Qing suddenly realized that the reality before him was not how to stir-fry lettuce, nor how to surpass Cen Weiyu, but - no money!

Zhang Yuanying's medical expenses are a big expense, not to mention the rent and living expenses. Yang Qing just thinks about it and has a headache. He hates himself a year ago, why didn't he ask for a big breakup fee from Cen Weiyu!

When Zhang Yuanying fell asleep, Yang Qing locked the door and went out to find an errand with resentment.He first called the landlord and told him that he wanted to find a job.Although the third sister Yao was fussy, she had the unique simplicity of a countryman. After hearing Yang Qing's words, she agreed without much hesitation.

He drove him around town on his little e-Donkey all morning, but ended up with nothing.

Due to the need to take care of the elderly, Yang Qing has limited jobs to choose from. He needs to be able to go home at any time, and he cannot work night shifts. It is not easy to find a suitable job under such conditions.Third Sister Yao rushed to play mahjong, talked to Yang Qing when it was almost time, and left on a small electric donkey.

Yang Qing walked slowly along the street by the side of the road. Passing by the entrance of the Internet cafe, he saw a few squatting on the curb puffing and rushing past passers-by with squinting eyes and provocative yellow hairs.

No, to be a person passing by, Yang Qing pressed his hand that was about to move, and left at a faster pace.

Turning around the Internet cafe, and one hundred miles ahead, there is an elementary school, and opposite the elementary school is a flower house. Yang Qing crosses the road along the zebra crossing, and when he walks in, he sees an A4 paper recruiting shop assistants pasted on the glass door of the flower house.

Salary and working hours are acceptable. Although he doesn't know how to take care of flowers and plants, he still decides to bite the bullet and give it a try.Yang Qing pushed open the glass door, and before he could ask, a soft, slightly hesitant female voice sounded from the fragrant flower room.

"Your Highness?"