There was a big gap between China and Japanese society when it came to social ethics like picking up dog poop when walking dogs. After all, China was too big and developed too fast. The development of different regions was uneven, and the improvement of spiritual culture could not keep up with the rich material life. In addition, the country had no corresponding laws and regulations, so there were more and more dog owners, which caused the problem to become more and more serious.
However, many people were self-aware in this regard. When walking their dogs, they would casually shovel their poop. Not only young people, but many elderly people also did the same. As the old song said, as long as everyone shoveled a piece of poop, the world would become a better place.
From this point of view, raising a dog was more troublesome than raising a cat, and there were more things to worry about. So when customers couldn't decide whether to raise a dog or a cat, Zhang Zian would always recommend raising a cat. At least it wouldn't be a nuisance to others.
Although it was not strange for people to be polite, Masanori Suzuhara was really too polite. She kept saying "you" and "you" to show her respect. Zhang Zian was not used to it. She said that she would always be 18 years old. How did she become a senior?
"Anyway, I'm really sorry. I took your photo without your permission and sent it to others." She apologized for her behavior again.
"It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I allowed it. Is that okay?" Zhang Zian said.
"Thank you for your generosity!" She bowed gratefully. "I'm sorry to bother you. I'll leave now."
"Go. Don't stand here all the time. You'll catch a cold." Zhang Zian waved his hand.
Masanori Suzuhara pulled the leash gently. "Snoopy, let's go."
Snoopy reluctantly looked at the interior of the pet shop again, and then happily ran away with her.
When she disappeared at the end of the street, Lu Yiyun happened to come to work. Wang Qian and Li Kun would be a little late today. After all, they had been busy yesterday.
Zhang Zian went back to the shop with a broom. He decided to clean the second floor first and wait for Wang Qian and Li Kun to come to the first floor. He always cleaned the second floor by himself, especially after Pi appeared. He couldn't let anyone else go up to the second floor.
"Eeek!"
Pi was still sitting in front of the computer, typing. Hearing his voice, it turned around and grinned at him.
"Good morning, Pi!"
Zhang Zian greeted it. It hadn't gotten up when he went downstairs.
Pi was getting more and more energetic. Although it often suffered from insomnia due to excitement, at least it was smiling all the time.
"How's it going, Pi? How many favorites do you have?"
Now, he no longer had to worry that asking this question would disappoint Pi.
Pi waved at him and pointed at the screen.
"Wow! 9853！ Zhang Zian exclaimed in surprise. "Pi, you'll have 10,000 readers soon!"
"Zhi zhi!" He jumped down from the chair and somersaulted a few times in excitement.
Pi was so energetic that he couldn't even imagine it being like this before. The Pi that was unhappy because it only had a few dozen collections was gone forever.
"Zhi zhi."
Zhang Zian wanted to sweep the floor, but Pi stopped him from leaving. It pointed at the screen and looked at him expectantly.
"You mean … you want to witness the moment when your collection reaches 10,000 with me?" he guessed.
"Zhi zhi!" He nodded vigorously.
"Okay." Zhang Zian pulled a chair and sat down.
Today was the last day of the "Popular Category" recommendation. Just as he had expected, Pi easily passed the first round of recommendations and occupied the first place with an absolute advantage. If everything went well, Pi would soon welcome the second round of recommendations, and the third round …
"Ding dong!"
Zhang Zian's QQ suddenly rang with a notification. He clicked on it and saw a private message from his editor, whose profile picture was the bald monk.
Editor: 120 book lists. How did you do it?
Zhang Zian avoided Pi's sight and answered truthfully, "I went to the reading list to advertise."
Ever since he went to advertise the novel that night, in just a few days, 120 readers had added Pi's novel to their reading lists and recommended it to others. Even as the initiator, he was shocked, not to mention the editor, who was just a bystander.
Editor: "So the readers added your novel to their reading list?"
Zhang Zian: "Yes."
He wanted to correct the editor and say that it wasn't his novel, and that the author was Pi, but he couldn't explain it … It felt like he was stealing the fruits of Pi's labor …
After a moment of silence, the editor replied, "Good luck!"
Zhang Zian: "Okay."
After that, the editor did not speak again. After all, as an editor, he had to be responsible for hundreds of works, and he did not have much time to chat. However, Zhang Zian was still very excited. From now on, Pi was probably no longer invisible. At least it had shocked the knowledgeable editor a little …
"Eeek."
Pi shook his arm and pointed to a post in the book review and comments section for him to see.
[One Sword Becomes a Dead]: "We created a book group, the group number is 513717593. There are already many people in the group. Authors, join us!"
"Oh, a book group?" Zhang Zian murmured.
Previously, many people in the book review and comments section had asked if there was a book group for readers who liked the book to have a space to communicate with each other. But Zhang Zian had been replying on behalf of Pi that there was no such thing. He didn't plan to create a group, because he didn't know how many people would join. It would be awkward if no one joined …
"Eeek?" Pi asked him what a book group was.
He briefly explained, then asked, "Pi, do you want to join the book group?"
Pi didn't confirm or deny. It just stared blankly at the post.
Zhang Zian knew that Pi had been lonely since it came to the pet shop. He couldn't be with it all the time. The other elfins all had their own things to do, so he couldn't ask them to sacrifice their time to accompany Pi. Plus, everyone had different preferences, so they might not be able to play together … He had tried his best to spend time with Pi, but after all, there were only 24 hours a day.
"Pi, how about we join the group?" he asked tentatively.
Pi still didn't say yes or no, and lowered its head.
He could guess what Pi was worried about. Previously, there were some malicious comments in the book review section. Some people questioned whether Pi had used unscrupulous methods because its grades were too good, and some people thought that they had found something unreasonable in the book and ignored some details in the book. Pi was worried about what it would do if it met such people in the book group.
"It's okay, Pi. You know, most people read quietly. Only true fans will join the group. Also, this person's tone is quite friendly. Go in and try it. If you don't like it, you can leave. How about that? Just think of it as making some friends? "he asked tentatively.
Pi was stunned, and turned to look at him. Its mouth opened and closed, as if repeating the strange word — friend?
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