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Chapter 90

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After a good night's sleep, Ling Ping'an opened his eyes.

He reached out to touch the bed and found his phone. He unlocked the screen and saw that it was already 7: 30 in the morning.

He got up and after a simple wash, he remembered the little peach tree upstairs.

So, he used a cup to get a glass of water, then took the glass of water and walked up the stairs.

He walked to the small room on the top floor. A plastic basin was placed in the corner of the door.

Ling Ping'an went over to take a look. The little sapling that only had two small buds the day before yesterday already looked like a little sapling.

"Awesome!" Ling Ping'an was very happy.

So, he carefully watered it with a little water.

Then, he moved the plastic basin to the edge of the corner of the door so that it could bask in the sun, but it didn't have to withstand the scorching sun at noon and in the afternoon.

When he turned around and walked down the stairs.

The little peach tree sapling in the plastic basin suddenly let out a giggle.

A gust of wind came from nowhere.

The little sapling immediately shut up. So, it stretched out its tender leaves like a solar sail, directly reaching out to the open space outside the door, enjoying the nourishment of the sun.

… …

He walked down the stairs and just opened the door of the shop.

Ling Ping'an saw Aunt Wang's niece standing at the door of his shop.

She was also carrying brand new clothes bags in her hands.

"I'm very sorry!" The little girl lowered her head in shame, "Young Master Ling, because of me, the clothes you sent to the laundry were accidentally damaged..."

She handed the bag in her hand to Ling Ping'an, "I bought these according to your brand..."

She bowed deeply and nervously, her little face flushed, "Please accept them!"

Ling Ping'an was slightly stunned when he heard this and subconsciously took them.

Then, he immediately reacted.

The clothes that I sent to the laundry were accidentally damaged by this little girl?

Then, the little girl paid out of her own pocket and bought the same new clothes for me to compensate me?

Ling Ping'an felt that the light of the righteous path was shining on him.

There were a bunch of self-media on the Internet, always saying things like 'the quality of the people of the Federation is getting lower and lower', 'traditional values are almost gone', 'the generation of defeat' and so on.

Now it seemed that they were all bullshit!

Look!

This little girl was at most twenty years old. She might have just graduated from school and started her first job — washing clothes for her aunt.

However, he was already able to be honest and frank. He personally went to the store and admitted that it was because of him that the laundry was damaged, instead of trying to wrangle, shirk responsibility, and delay the matter.

She was even more courageous and responsible. She paid out of her own pocket to compensate the victim before the victim even asked for it.

He even had a face full of remorse and guilt!

In ancient times, people who did this, regardless of whether they were men or women, would be praised.

Therefore, Ling Ping'an didn't think too much and said to her, "Wait here for a moment!"

Then he went back to the counter, opened the drawer, and counted out five hundred-dollar bills from a stack of bills that had been left in the drawer.

Then he took the five notes and stuffed them into the little girl's hand.

He had bought the clothes himself, so of course he knew how much they cost.

In the market, the average price was about 30 to 40 yuan per piece.

The brands of the clothes that the little girl sent basically matched, so this 500 yuan was almost her expenditure.

"What are you doing?" The little girl was frightened, holding the banknotes in her hand, not knowing what to do.

"You went to university, right!?" Ling Ping'an asked.

The other party nodded.

"Then you should know the story of Zi Gong redeeming people and Zi Lu saving them from drowning..." Ling Ping'an looked at her encouragingly, "Your actions deserve to be praised!"

"Besides..." he looked at the little girl's attire. Just like him, she was only wearing some cheap casual clothes.

Why would the working people make things difficult for the working people?

"You just started working, so your income must not be much..." Ling Ping'an said seriously, "How much money can you make in a month?"

"If you compensate for these clothes, I'm afraid you won't even have enough to live on this month, right?!"

Generally speaking, the wages of handymen in a laundry like this were very low.

At most, it was two thousand yuan a month.

Although the federal central had preferential policies and food and rental subsidies for low-income people who had just graduated.

However, the preferential policies were only income tax reduction.

The subsidies were only a drop in the bucket.

And the food coupons issued could only be used to buy cheap meat from Beizhou and Nanzhou, which were usually birds.

Who knew how the capitalists of Beizhou and Nanzhou raised those chickens, ducks, and geese?

In any case, there would definitely be problems with excessive antibiotics and hormones in a large-scale centralized feeding.

If a young girl ate those junk food every day, there would definitely be problems with her health!

Ling Ping'an couldn't care less about others.

But under his own nose, it was very difficult for him to watch a tragedy happen.

This was also a common problem for web novelists.

The longer one wrote and the more books one read, the easier it was to be moved.

Therefore, he was obviously in a state of being moved by himself.

After thinking for a while, he felt that he had to give this little girl a little reward and souvenir. The school had to give a certificate for a primary school student who helped an old grandma cross the road!

Therefore, he reached into the drawer and took out a craft coin that he had received last night. He stuffed it into the little girl's hand. "Although this coin may not be worth much, the workmanship is exquisite. I'll give it to you as a souvenir!"

… …

An Xiaoxiao took the money in her hand and walked back to her office uneasily.

She felt very useless.

She had failed such a small task.

"Chief..." An Xiaoxiao lowered her head and looked at Xia Ping, who was already waiting in her office. She was ashamed. "I didn't complete the mission. Please punish me!"

In An Xiaoxiao's understanding, she was responsible for the mission of delivering clothes to a target.

But now, although the target had accepted the clothes, he had given her money.

Then it wouldn't be a gift.

The mission would have failed.

"What happened?" Unexpectedly, the chief was not angry. Instead, he asked kindly, "Xiao An, tell me in detail..."

An Xiaoxiao handed over the five hundred-yuan bills in her hand and the object that seemed to be some kind of ancient coin that the target had given her.

Then, he told everything that had happened today in full detail.

After saying that, she blamed herself. "Chief, I don't know why..."

"In front of Young Master Ling, I can't refuse at all..."

"Am I very useless?!"

"No!" The chief did not blame her as she had imagined. Instead, he said happily, "Xiao An! You've completed your mission very well! "

"I'm afraid no one has done better than you!"

An Xiaoxiao raised her head in disbelief and saw the five hundred-yuan bills. The chief casually placed them on the table.

He held the souvenir coin that the bookstore owner had given him and caressed it lovingly.

It was as if it was a supreme treasure …

Xia Ping had already investigated clearly. The money spent by the target in the bookstore, whether it was cash or mobile phone payments, was the same as ordinary money. There was nothing special about it.

If there was anything special, it would probably be the rich spiritual energy on the banknotes.

However, the spiritual energy on the banknotes would quickly decrease and disappear as soon as they left the bookstore.

There wasn't much meaning to it, and it wasn't of much use.

But …

He looked at the coin in his hand.

He could clearly feel the rich spiritual energy contained in the coin.

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