"The customer... gave it to me..."
Holding the plastic cup, Zhang Hui fell into deep thought.
The leaves floating on the surface of the water were golden and lustrous.
Zhang Hui was sure that there should be no such plant in the world.
But that was not the point.
The point was...
He raised his head and looked at the furnishings in the bookstore.
Under the floor, there was a slight vibration that continued to sound.
Inside the wallpaper, there was a rustling sound that could be heard clearly.
At the feet of the suspected awakened Ancient God, a kitten was holding his beautiful amber cat eyes and looking at him.
Zhang Hui nodded slightly to show his respect.
The kitten meowed as a sign of agreement.
"Customer... do you still like the book from yesterday?" He heard the owner of the bookstore, who was probably the awakened Ancient God called Ling Ping'an, ask.
"I like it! I like it! "Situ He hurriedly answered.
"It's good that you like it!" He sat on the sofa opposite him, holding a teacup like thing, and said to Situ He and Zhang Hui, "Don't stand on ceremony..."
Situ He then picked up the disposable cup.
He gently took a sip of tea.
Sweet!
That was the first feeling of his taste buds!
Awesome!
This was the reaction of his soul.
Just a sip, and Situ He felt that his soul had actually condensed a little.
Zhang Hui's eyes widened.
In the past, he had always thought that the so-called immortal pills and divine medicines were just legends.
But now, he finally knew that it was not a legend, but a fact.
It was just that his level was too low to come into contact with it.
"Delicious, right?" The Ancient God opposite him asked.
"Very delicious!" Situ He replied, "Thank you, sir, for allowing us to taste such delicious and wonderful tea!"
"You're welcome..." He held the cup and drank the tea in it.
His head was clearly just a ball of fog.
Other than the eye sockets, there were no other visible organs.
But he could drink tea like a human.
They just didn't know how he drank it.
Zhang Hui and Situ He could only see that he held the teacup and placed it on what might be his chin.
"Sir …" Situ He gulped and quickly tried to distract himself by talking. He was afraid that if he thought too much, he would want to taste his own flesh again.
"My friend..." he looked at Zhang Hui and said, "Listen to me, you have a lot of..." he deliberated over his words, "very good books, so he followed me to take a look..."
"What do you mean?"
"Welcome!" He seemed to be very happy. He put down the teacup and looked at Zhang Hui. "I wonder what kind of books this customer prefers?"
Zhang Hui thought for a moment. After careful consideration, he finally followed the original train of thought and asked, "What kind of books do you think I will like?"
As he spoke, he feigned a relaxed smile.
He couldn't help but place his hands on the edge of the sofa.
But in reality, his legs and stomach were already trembling.
Because he clearly sensed that the moment he said those words, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
There was something wriggling in the sofa cushions under his butt.
He could feel something hanging down from the ceiling above his head.
Some kind of thick and crazy liquid was secreting from that thing.
This made Zhang Hui feel as if someone was pointing a gun at his temple.
… …
Ling Ping'an put down the teacup in his hand and stood up.
He carefully looked at the new guest in front of him from head to toe.
This customer looked to be in his forties.
He had the standard buzz cut of a federal civil servant and wore a suit that looked a little old but was actually neatly ironed. There was not a single wrinkle or stain.
This kind of formal dress was the dress that had been popularized since the time of Taizu.
It was different from the traditional scholar-official dress of the past.
This new dress had three pockets, a lapel, and a collar.
The lines were very popular and the appearance was very serious.
Since the time of Taizu, it had been popular for a period of time.
But soon, with the development of the times, more and more young people began to feel that this kind of dress was too serious.
Therefore, it quickly became the standard for civil servants and employees of large enterprises.
In private, not many people would wear it.
Then he thought about the customer who came with him.
Ling Ping'an could almost guess it.
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.
He should also be an old Republican.
But unlike the customer last night, this person should be working in a federal agency or a state-owned unit.
He might even be a small official.
This could be seen from his sitting posture.
But his position would not be too high. This could also be seen from his sitting posture.
His sitting posture seemed to be straight, but his body always leaned forward involuntarily.
This was a sign of listening.
It meant that he might be in the role of carrying out policies or orders for a long time.
Usually, this kind of person was an executive in an enterprise or an organization.
The level of an executive had not been high in the Federal Empire since ancient times.
Those who worked hard ruled people, and those who worked hard ruled people.
After thinking about it, Ling Ping'an roughly understood.
He smiled and said, "Customer, have you been feeling a lot of pressure for a long time?"
As an executive, he was always a punching bag.
If he did well, it would not be his share. If something went wrong, he would be the one to take the blame.
It would be weird if he was not under pressure!
"Do you often have nightmares?"
"Do you often dream of scary things?"
That was for sure.
The boss scolded and urged him every day.
From the beginning of the month to the end of the month, work was always piled up like a mountain.
When he got home, he would definitely have to stay up late to work. He might even have to take extra time to clean up his boss's personal mess.
Even so, even if he risked his life.
But...
The risk of being dismissed and replaced was still a constant threat.
And at his age, it was very awkward.
His parents might still be alive and needed to be supported.
His wife's parents might also need some help.
His relatives and friends might always feel that he was omnipotent and almost omnipotent.
For the sake of face, he had to hold on many times.
His children were at the critical stage of junior high or high school.
He had to urge them to study, spend special time to tutor them in their homework, and perhaps, he had to do everything he could to find connections and ask for favors in order for them to go to a good school.
He only wanted to send them to a good class with a good teacher in a good school.
Therefore, he had to think of ways to keep his job and position.
He had to work hard to prove his worth at all times.
He couldn't let himself be eliminated, nor could he let himself become a part that could be replaced.
Under heavy pressure, it would be strange if he didn't have nightmares and wake up in fright!
"Do you often worry about gains and losses? Do you always feel that you can do anything wrong..."
As Ling Ping'an guessed.
The expression on the face of the customer sitting opposite him changed bit by bit.
Ling Ping'an looked at it and smiled.
He said, "Customer, I know what kind of book you will need!"
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