"Right away. Don't leave until I finish this cigarette. We won't have time on the road." Lao Zhang raised the cigarette butt in his hand and said.
"Don't get addicted to smoking on the road. Hurry up and drive, or you won't be able to catch up." Lao Yan warned.
"Got it. You're even more naggy than me." Lao Zhang took a deep breath and finished the cigarette in his hand. Then he put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the dustbin.
"Be careful." After saying that, Lao Yan walked out of the bus terminal and prepared to go home.
Lao Zhang and Lao Yan drove the same bus route. Both of them worked for two days and took a day off. Today, Lao Zhang drove the last bus.
Lao Yan got off work more than an hour earlier. Therefore, Lao Yan specially came over to remind him.
The little girl they were talking about was Shin Min.
Just two months after Shin Min came to work in Yuanzhou shop, Lao Yan found that she could take the last bus every day, and the destination was always her school.
Until one day, when only Lao Yan and Shin Min were on the bus, they talked for a while. Then Lao Yan knew that Shin Min was doing a part-time job in the famous Yuanzhou shop.
Lao Yan praised Shin Min so much and said that he would try his best to wait for her at night so that she could get on the bus.
It was such a simple sentence. Lao Yan kept it in mind. Later, when it was not his shift, he would especially tell his colleagues about it.
In Lao Yan's opinion, it was a simple thing.
The other bus drivers, including Lao Zhang, were quite willing to do it. After all, they only had to wait for five more minutes at the bus stop, and they could get back to the bus quickly.
But they forgot to mention that there was a fixed time limit for each bus route. Waiting for five more minutes at Taoxi Road meant waiting for five less minutes at other places.
Of course, they couldn't make up for the five minutes at the bus stop. Generally, the bus drivers would make up for it on the road. They just needed to pass a few traffic lights.
Therefore, when the pub time of Yuanzhou shop ended at 11: 30 pm, Shin Min quickly packed up and hurried to the bus stop. Lao Zhang's bus was also waiting there.
The time was 12: 02 am, two minutes longer than the time on the platform.
"Thank you, sir," Shin Min said subconsciously as soon as she got on the car.
"Di." After the sound of the bus stopped, Shin Min raised her head. When she saw it wasn't Lao Yan, she turned around and sat down.
"Thank goodness we made it in time." Shin Min was relieved.
Yes, Old Yan was the only driver that Shin Min knew, and Old Yan had never mentioned anything about letting his colleagues pass by.
Therefore, Shin Min didn't know anything. She would say thank you seriously every time she got on the car at night, not only to Lao Yan.
After a good night's sleep, Yuan Zhou got up to exercise as usual and then prepared breakfast. When breakfast time was over, Yuan Zhou was sitting in front of the shop, carving and reading a book when someone came looking for him.
Speaking of the habit of reading books, it was because of doing the system's mission that he developed the habit of reading books every day.
"Boss Yuan, a delivery for you." A young man dressed in a black delivery uniform arrived at the entrance of the restaurant on an electric scooter.
"Thank you, Xiao Liu." Yuan Zhou put down the book and took two steps forward to receive the delivery.
"Don't mention it. Sign here and I'll go to the next shop," the delivery man, Xiao Liu, said smilingly.
"I'm not selling myself. You don't have to sign," Yuan Zhou signed the document and said primly.
"Haw-haw. I can't afford the items in Boss Yuan's shop, let alone you, Boss Yuan." Xiao Liu burst into laughter.
"Um." Yuan Zhou nodded his head, pretending to be serious.
"Goodbye." Xiao Liu had long been used to Yuan Zhou's way of speaking. He received the receipt, waved his hand and left on the scooter.
After he left, Yuan Zhou began to open the package. "I didn't expect it to be so fast. I bought it yesterday afternoon and it arrived this morning."
Yuan Zhou's habit of opening packages was also different from others. He liked to tear off all the tape on the box and then put the plastic bag and tape together, leaving the paper box alone.
After he was done, Yuan Zhou still did not have time to continue reading because someone came to find Yuan Zhou again.
"Boss Yuan, Boss Yuan, thank you so much for yesterday." It was the old man who sold the figs yesterday.
The old man was wearing a clean and ordinary ash-grey shirt and gray trousers. He was also carrying a clean red cloth bag in his hand.
"You're welcome." Yuan Zhou stood up and walked two steps.
"No, if it wasn't for you, Boss Yuan, who got back the 100 yuan, it would've been a disaster," the old man said with a serious and grateful expression.
"Mm, I'm good at judging money," Yuan Zhou said.
"Yes, yes, you young people have good eyes. I'm old and can't do it anymore." The old man waved his hand and said.
Without waiting for Yuan Zhou to speak, the old man continued, "There's nothing good here. There are some figs and plums. Boss Yuan, try them. They're all grown by yourself without any medicine."
"Call me Yuan." Yuan Zhou did not take it and said seriously.
"Hey, Yuan, have a taste." The smile on the old man's face became more obvious. He called out to Yuan Zhou with a smile and continued to pass the cloth bag to Yuan Zhou.
"Thank you, I love fruits." Yuan Zhou said.
"As long as you like it, as long as you like it." The old man chuckled and said twice in a row.
"Oh right, Sir, this is for you." Yuan Zhou took out a pocket-sized silver flashlight and handed it to the old man.
"What is this?" The old man did not take it and asked.
"It's an ultraviolet money detector that I used before," Yuan Zhou said with a straight face.
"Money detector? The machine that can tell the real from the fake? "The old man said.
"Mm, I'll try it for you." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Pa." Yuan Zhou turned on the small flashlight. The flashlight emitted a beam of purple light and shone on the 100 yuan bill that Yuan Zhou had just taken out.
The position that Yuan Zhou's ultraviolet light shone was right above the 100 in the middle of the front of the red Grandpa Mao. As the ultraviolet light shone, a clear fluorescent 100 yuan number appeared.
"If the number 100 is clear, it's real. If it's not clear, it's fake. If it doesn't have this 100 sign, it's fake too." Yuan Zhou explained carefully.
"This is really convenient." The old man nodded.
"Mm, it's very convenient. I don't need it now. This is for you." Yuan Zhou said and handed it to the old man.
"This is rechargeable. It can be used for four hours on a charge." Yuan Zhou added.
"How can this be? I'm here to thank you, Yuan. How can I take your things?" The old man waved his hand and refused.
"I've used this before. I don't need it now, but you need it." Yuan Zhou said.
"That won't do …" The old man continued.
However, before the old man could finish, Yuan Zhou continued, "If you don't want it, it'll spoil if you don't use it. Besides, this small flashlight costs five yuan."
"It'll spoil?" The old man asked doubtfully.
"Mm, household appliances will spoil if you don't use them for a long time." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Alright, I'll pick some peaches for you in two days. I've planted peaches there." The old man thought for a while and took the flashlight that Yuan Zhou had been holding.
"Thank you." Yuan Zhou did not refuse and thanked the old man seriously.
"It's nothing. With this, I won't have to worry about receiving fake money. If I receive fake 100 yuan, I'll have wasted at least two days." The old man said.
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