Although he was not a heavy smoker, he almost forgot about smoking when he went to the frontline. He could not smoke a single cigarette for a few days. But now that he had nothing to do, it was good to smoke to kill time.
He found a small supermarket and bought a pack of 10 yuan worth of Ziyun and a disposable lighter.
The lady boss of the minimart was curious about his outfit and the cigarettes he had bought. After Zheng Ren left, she kept staring at his back.
"What are you thinking about?" the boss asked.
"The person who bought the cigarettes just now, guess how much his clothes cost?" the lady boss asked.
"Buy Ziyun. How much can she wear? Moreover, he went to Baili Supermarket to buy vegetables. How could he be a rich person? "the boss said casually.
After opening a supermarket, he had seen all kinds of people. He could be considered to have met countless people.
"Tsk, what do you know? Although his clothes were not custom-made, they were not cheap either. At least … a set of clothes would cost thirty to fifty thousand yuan. " Through the transparent glass door, the lady boss saw Zheng Ren walk to a corner and leisurely light a cigarette.
"Let's bet. I'll add a meat dish for dinner tonight. I've been eating vegetarian for the past few days. I'm dying of cravings." The boss chuckled and said, "I'll go and ask later. If you're wrong, remember to add meat dishes for me."
"If you ask, it would be strange if he would tell you." The Lady Boss said disdainfully, "This is called hiding one's wealth. Do you think I'm like you, showing off just because I have some money? Besides, you still want to eat meat? How many times have you had a heart attack? No way! "
Zheng Ren did not know that someone was watching him. He had already become a part of the scenery in their eyes.
He carried the vegetables to a deserted corner near the rubbish bin and lit up a Ziyun.
After smoking, he went to the System Library to read periodicals and magazines to kill time.
He put the plastic bag on the ground and began to send the location information to Xie Yiren. He also told Little Yiren not to rush and to drive slowly.
After finishing his cigarette, he entered the System library and started reading magazines.
All kinds of medical journals and magazines gathered the research of countless cases. There were not many valuable things, or rather, valuable things to Zheng Ren.
However, this was a necessary step. Zheng Ren did not feel annoyed. Instead, he was very happy.
More than an hour passed unknowingly.
Just as he was engrossed in the painting, a voice sounded.
"Chief Zheng, what a coincidence." The voice was a little familiar. Zheng Ren immediately emerged from the System.
It was Song Ying.
They met last night, and they met again today. Of course, it was really a coincidence.
"Manager Song, what are you doing?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile.
"Didn't a customer order something strange? It was a bit sudden, so I came here to get it," Song Ying said.
Zheng Ren did not care what Song Ying was going to get. He was not interested in food anyway.
As for which family would have such rare ingredients, Zheng Ren did not even think about it.
"Oh, I'm here to buy groceries after work. I'm waiting for my girlfriend to pick me up," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Now, when he said the word 'girlfriend', he was getting more and more familiar with it. There was no sign of the awkwardness and shyness in the beginning.
Song Ying wanted to befriend Zheng Ren and happened to meet him. This could be considered fate. He asked someone to send the ingredients away and made a phone call before returning.
"Chief Zheng, are you used to the 912?" Song Ying asked.
"It's alright, it's much more comfortable than before. I used to be the chief resident of the emergency department, so I couldn't go home, "Zheng Ren answered.
Although Song Ying had disturbed his reading, he was not annoying. Zheng Ren felt that it was not bad to chat with him for a while.
"This is my business card. If you need any ingredients in the future, just call me. It will be delivered very soon. The price will be according to the market price. Don't worry, Chief 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 that the name was printed on it. Below it was a phone number. The overall style was quite simple. There was no company name or many titles.
This should be a very personal business card, Zheng Ren guessed.
"The ingredients are all the freshest. It will definitely be better than what you bought here," Song Ying said.
"Then I'll have to trouble you." Although Zheng Ren did not care, he had good intentions after all. Moreover, it seemed to save him a lot of trouble.
As he spoke, he put the business card away.
"It's not close from the Golden Palm. Why don't I send you back? It's on the way," Song Ying said.
"There's no need. I think my girlfriend will be here soon." Zheng Ren looked into the distance. The crowd and traffic were surging. He could not see Xie Yiren at all.
Song Ying did not care. He accompanied Zheng Ren and chatted for a few minutes.
From the Imperial Capital to Sea City, Manager Song was indeed someone who had experienced many hardships in the pugilistic world. He spoke in human language and could always hit the nail on the head.
It was a simple chat. It was neither too warm nor cold. It was as if two old friends were chatting.
Unknowingly, it gave people a warm feeling.
As he spoke, Zheng Ren's phone rang.
When he saw that it was Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren quickly waved his hand and made an apologetic expression.
"Hello, Yiren."
"Oh, okay. I'll look for you."
After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
"Manager Song, I can't park here. My girlfriend is waiting for me nearby. I'll be leaving first," Zheng Ren said apologetically.
"Okay. When Department Chief Kong comes back, you'll definitely come to my place," Song Ying said with a smile.
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded.
"If you need anything, just call me. It won't be free, but I'll pay you according to the purchase price. Chief Zheng, just add the delivery fee." Song Ying pointed at the pocket where Zheng Ren kept his business card and said with a smile.
This was the second time he mentioned this matter. This was a very sincere action. Moreover, he had the rules and knew his limits.
Zheng Ren smiled and turned to leave.
Song Ying watched Zheng Ren walk further and further away. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
In the midst of the smoke, although Zheng Ren's figure merged into the crowd, Song Ying saw it like an eagle. Ever since he went to perform surgery, he had a strong interest in the junior doctor in Sea City.
It was quite a coincidence that he met him two days in a row. Song Ying thought about it and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He did not know if this junior doctor could stand firm in the Imperial Capital. It was not easy to live in the Imperial Capital. It was not a joke.
A few hundred meters away, Zheng Ren got into a black sports car. The sports car then slowly drove away.
Song Ying was stunned for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the sports car until it disappeared.
The exquisite body of the car had flowing curves. Even from a few hundred meters away, Song Ying seemed to be able to hear the pleasant low roar of the engine.
Was it an Aston Martin One-77?
Without a doubt, Song Ying trusted his judgment. However, this expensive sports car could not be compared to that gentle and honest face.
It was as if they were two worlds apart. It was so ridiculous.
There were only 77 of them in the world and only five were sold in the country.
It was easy to know whose car it belonged to, but Song Ying did not think so.
Chief Zheng seemed to be more sophisticated than he had imagined.
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