Chapter 700: One, Three, Five, Seven, Nine Again

I had originally thought that I could apply for a membership card to earn some commissions, but it seems that I met a poor guy and wasted my time and words in vain. When I went back to count the goods, I obviously lost my interest just now, but what can I do? I can't just rob people's pockets!

"Don't think that the commission of membership cards is easy to earn. I used to talk my mouth off and could only earn a few hundred yuan a month. Just work hard!"

"Manager, I know."

The bartender continued to work listlessly. She was open-minded. The hotel was opened near the school. Most of the consumer groups were students. There were not many membership cards. Anyway, it would not affect her stable job. Less commission money, at most, she would buy less cosmetics.

This kind of thinking and viewpoint is also the way most workers comfort themselves. Since they can't do it, they can just not do it. Little do they know that no matter what choice they make, it will become a habit. When resignation becomes a habit, it is as difficult as climbing a ladder to heaven to establish a perfect start again!

Shen Dapeng tightened his clothes and walked slowly on the creaking snow. There was not much snow last night, but it was already covered with a layer of white. In the streets lined with tall buildings, cars no longer honked anxiously, and there were fewer pedestrians and no usual anxiety. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be a little more peaceful than usual.

The roads were slippery on snowy days, so Shen Dapeng didn't run for a morning run. After all, safety was more important than health. Besides, the surrounding streets were rarely quiet. It was definitely a pleasure to relax and enjoy the rare beautiful snow scenery and blue sky without haze in Beijing.

Beside the street, a dozen sanitation workers were sweeping the snow. Although it was not too thick, the fine snow that fell last night melted and turned into a thin layer of ice. It was like walking on a mirror-like slippery ice surface. You had to be careful, not to mention using tools to sweep. Everyone was extremely vigilant. After all, sanitation workers were in their forties, fifties, or even older. They had old people and children to take care of. No one wanted to break their arms or legs and add trouble to their families.

"Young man, slow down, the road is slippery."

A sanitation lady was wearing three layers of cotton clothes and trousers, a cotton hat on her head, and a mask on her face, but her kind and gentle voice could prove her concern from the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you."

Shen Dapeng nodded and thanked him, and slowed down his pace more carefully. He walked more than ten meters away and saw that the whole road was full of sanitation workers cleaning the snow. He looked back at the enthusiastic sanitation lady just now, and a few young people came from nowhere, carrying kettles and disposable paper cups, pouring hot water for the sanitation workers one by one.

Inexplicably, my heart was warmed. Everyone has his own place in society. Whether strong or weak, they all have their own duties. Only when everyone does their job well and knows how to be grateful for the efforts of others, can society become better and better.

As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world!

The lyrics are beautiful and simple, but it is a pity that it is difficult for everyone to do it. Nowadays, people are not dedicated to the noble qualities of others. Most of the time, they live for themselves and their relatives and friends. In fact, it is because of poverty. The monthly income from work is less than 1,000 yuan. It is still a bit tight to support the family.

Not everyone can have Huang Bin's family, like him, growing up with a silver spoon in his mouth; not everyone can have a father who is an official and a strong background like Cao Mengyuan; it is even more impossible to start over like Shen Dapeng,

and walk the road of regret that has been walked again with all their efforts.

"Ding Ding!!"

The mobile phone text message ring rang, Shen Dapeng disliked the cold weather and did not go to see it immediately, because he thought it must be a question from Wang Xueying.

Walking slowly back to school, the snow on the campus had not been cleared yet. As far as the eye could see, there were dazzling white mists of high and low. The snow on the roof of each building was one finger thick, and the edge of the window sill was still the same. The flat stone paving and the withered yellow lawn were also the same white scenery.

In contrast, the snow scene on the dry branches of the big tree is more beautiful. The poplar, willow, and ginkgo trees, which have lush leaves in spring, summer, and autumn, are no longer there. Only the lonely and calm snowflakes are left. Looking around, only the straight pine trees are still green, covered with white snow, as if they are wearing a cotton-padded jacket unique to winter.

Admiring the rare snow scene in Beijing, I went all the way to the cafeteria. Maybe it was because it was cold on a snowy day, or maybe it was still early in the world, there were not many students eating breakfast in the cafeteria, only a few people in twos and threes.

Shen Dapeng ordered millet porridge and fennel-flavored buns and sat in a quiet corner. Only then did he take out his mobile phone to check the time. There was a text message on the screen, but he didn't care. He thought that he left without saying goodbye, and Wang Xueying sent a text message to blame him.

But after clicking it, he looked at the phone number and his hand trembled. The bun on the side of his mouth suddenly fell, his heart suddenly stopped beating, and his breathing also paused.

Cao Mengyuan!

The text message on the screen was Cao Mengyuan's phone number. He hadn't contacted her for several months. Seeing it again at this time even felt a little strange, but it still made Shen Dapeng nervous. Although he didn't feel like a teenager, his heartbeat was indeed speeding up.

The holiday was coming soon. Why did Cao Mengyuan send a text message? Was she going back to Beijing for the New Year, so she made an appointment to meet in Beijing? Or would she decide to stay in Qingshu County and wait for him? Or was it just a simple greeting?

Shen Dapeng was full of expectations but afraid of disappointment. He took a deep breath before he had the courage to open the text message. However, when he looked at the content inside, his brows furrowed even deeper, and his eyes were full of doubts and confusion.

"1, 3, 5, 7, 9!?"

Shen Dapeng scratched his head in confusion and opened the text message sent by Wang Xueying yesterday. The content inside was also the same string of numbers, but Tang Wei replied to Wang Xueying's text message with '2, 4, 6, 8, 10'!

Shen Dapeng frowned and recalled that he was with Wang Xueying last night. From the restaurant to the hotel, Wang Xueying seemed to have said the content of the text message more than once, and kept mentioning what he promised her in the text message. But this text message was just two simple numerical replies. What special meaning could it have?

No, there must be some explanation and explanation, otherwise Wang Xueying would not have mentioned it several times!

Opening the text message sent by Cao Mengyuan again, it was exactly the same 1, 3, 5, 7, 9! What opinions are they asking for?

Or is it carrying some kind of promise and expectation? If so, what kind of promise do you want? How should I answer now? If not, what is the purpose of sending these numbers?

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