Lucky Records

Lu Shiqing drove back to Shanghai from Anqing for a full five hours.During these five hours, except for the two rest stops in the middle, Song Lan closed her eyes and fell asleep the whole time.

Shi Qing didn't know what happened, he asked Song Lan several times and he didn't make a sound, so he shut up.

It wasn't until the journey approached the Shanghai section that Song Lan opened his eyes, and the first thing he said was to ask Shi Qing for a cigarette.

Shi Qing said earlier that Song Lan doesn't smoke, but it's not true, but he doesn't have any addictions, unlike the others who can't leave their cigarettes, Song Lan usually only smokes when he encounters particularly difficult predicaments and difficult problems to deal with.

Shi Qing didn't dare to neglect and threw the cigarette case and lighter to him.

The cigarette flickered between his fingers, and it burned to the end within a minute.

After a cigarette, Song Lan spoke, and asked Shi Qing, "Dunzi, is there any quick work?"

"Yes! Robbery!" Shi Qing's mouth was loose, and he was used to speaking freely.

"I'm serious with you!"

"Let me think about it..." Shi Qing regained his seriousness, and couldn't help asking for a while: "What's the matter, Brother Lan, why do you suddenly want to make quick money? Is the business in the fabric market down?"

After graduating from high school, Song Lan didn't choose to continue her studies because of family problems, but directly found a job.

The alley where he lives is very close to Dongjiadu, and the fabric market in Shiqingkou is where he works - the famous Dongjiadu fabric trading market in Shanghai.

In the past few years, the business of the fabric market was very prosperous, and there were often groups of foreigners to patronize.The stall owners were rough and rough, and few could speak English, so Song Lan started a paid translation in the market, making a settlement.

He was quick-witted, and at that time the commission alone was quite a lot.In addition to paying all the daily expenses of him and his grandmother, the money is enough for him to enroll in the self-examination class for college diplomas.

Later, the general environment was bad, and the business was not as good as before, so he found a fixed booth for others to show the stall, with a basic salary of 1500 a month from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, and the rest depended on commission.

"The business in the fabric market is not as good as it used to be. I don't plan to continue doing it this time when I go back. Please help me think about what work I can take over. I may need money recently."

"How much does it cost? I'll see if I can give it to you first." Shi Qing answered him while driving.

"Forty thousand."

"..."

When Shi Qing heard this number, he was directly devastated.Like Song Lan, he is a child of a working family, and he usually relies on part-time jobs for money. What is better than Song Lan is that his parents are still outside, and the family has some savings.But it is basically impossible for him to come up with such a large number all at once.Besides, he didn't earn as much as Song Lan. Apart from watching stalls during the day, Song Lan would also do odd jobs at night.What about him?After work, I either find someone to play cards or drink with a large group of people. Sometimes more out of pockets than in.

Seeing his suddenly stiff expression, Song Lan didn't take it seriously. Shi Qing had played with him since childhood, and he knew his situation best, so he never thought of asking him for money.

"Why do you want so much money? Is there something wrong with it?" Shi Qing still asked his question after a while.

Song Lan bent one leg and raised her knee to put it on it, looking a little careless, "My dad said he wants to go through the parole process. If that way works, he will have to pay the 40 fine that was previously imposed."

"The seal has to be printed for Brother Dafei!" Shi Qing started to be unreliable every time he couldn't speak half a sentence, and Song Lan was the only one who knew him well, so he didn't continue to argue with him.But it took only two seconds for his brain circuit to return to normal after a twitch, and he asked seriously: "Did you give your aunt all the money before?"

Song Lan nodded.

"Then ask them to borrow it back?"

"Their family's appearance (see note 1) is too ugly. They are all blood suckers. I don't want to have any more friendship with them. Okay, I will figure out a way by myself. You can help me and ask, I must go. Money is easy to settle."

The reason why he wants to leave is because Song Lan suffered losses before. In the past two years, when the policy was loose and real estate was the hottest, he also learned how to work as an intermediary. He stood in a suit and tie every day at the gates of some communities. , and like a fool, he sends out flyers to sell the houses he owns when he sees people.

Not to mention he sold a few sets.It's just that the hierarchical system in the real estate agency company is cumbersome, and there is not much commission left in his turn, and the commission cycle is long, the boss can't wait until the end of the year to pay it together.Sometimes he has to bear the risk of his boss running away, so he stopped doing that job after suffering a loss.

Shi Qing shrugged and agreed.

Shi Qing only took one day off. He was going to patrol the store at night, drove the car to the entrance of the alley, and hurried home to change clothes.

Song Lan had nothing to do, so she walked in behind him, and when she saw that he was about to turn into her house, she suddenly grabbed him from behind, "I have nothing to do these few nights, I want to do the old one first, I haven't been there for a long time It’s in the field, can you help me ask if there are any more recently?”

Shi Qing paused, and it took him a long time to understand Song Lan's meaning.

"You mean, the bar warms up?"

Song Lan nodded.

When he first got his ID card, he took over the job of warming up the bar at night, 300 yuan a night for one person, and after the group leader drew 80 yuan, he still had 220 yuan in his pocket.At that time, his father had just entered prison, and he had to go to school four times a month, but the four times added up to hundreds of dollars.

That kind of work was actually quite easy, especially for Song Lan who was only sixteen years old at the time, it was almost like playing.It's just that there are mixed people in that place, there are many rich and playful sons, and there are many hooligans in the society.After being spotted by several big brothers who took in younger brothers several times, Song Lan went less often.

In fact, he lived very clearly, knew what should and should not, and even saw through the path he would take.

Shi Qing wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. He covered his mouth and looked at Song Lan's sideways eyes several times, and told him truthfully: "Brother Lan, the situation is different now, you don't know that you don't even need someone to fill your head now." It can be so crowded that there is no place to stay, and I still have people asking me to reserve a seat on WeChat every day."

Shi Qing works in the most famous nightclub in Shanghai. He used to be the security guard who stamped the door to let people go, and later he went to patrol the venue. He is simple and obedient. Recently, the account manager gave him an extra authority and allocated two booths for him. In the evening, he can get a commission for the whole night consumption on the deck.

Seeing that Song Lan was not energetic, he added: "It's not that it's not unpopular to act as a head now, but it's different from before."

When Song Lan heard this, she squinted her eyes and looked at him, "Why is it different?"

"Now you have to be familiar with yourself. When you meet someone, you have to go up to pretend to be an acquaintance, take the other party's wine and pour it into a glass that can be poured, and ask them to open it again."

Shi Qing said it very implicitly, but anyone who understands it will know the meaning as soon as they hear it, that is, they have to learn how to be a wine holder.In fact, this is an unspoken rule in the night scene. Everyone knows the operation method under the table!Even if customers know about it, they will not put down their face in public, because they want to save face and pretend to be aggressive. After all, if people feel that they have no money to pay back and can't afford a drink, they will be laughed to death.

Song Lan made a smirk, "That's it?"

"Hmm!"

"It sounds very simple, please help me ask if I still need someone now."

The next morning Song Lan went to the fabric market as usual, and both the stall owner and the proprietress went to Zhejiang to buy goods, and he was the only one left to take care of them.

He had only done two deals in the morning, and Shi Qing rushed over.Seeing him, he first sat down on the chair, and took the unfinished breakfast that Song Lan bought early in the morning and started to chew. After he finished chewing the last bite of the rice ball and drank the cup of purple rice porridge, he grinned and said , "Brother Lan, I told our store manager about your matter, you can do it at my two booths, it's okay! The profit is [-]% to [-]%."

Seeing that Song Lan's face started to turn black, Shi Qing hurriedly added: "Brother Lan, it's not me taking your money, it's the company's. The company needs to take away 30.00%, I don't ask you for a cent."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Lan's face softened a little, and she took the cup from Shi Qing's hand and nodded to him.

Because the gap in the fine to be paid was relatively large, Song Lan became more anxious than usual. After agreeing to the conditions, he immediately asked, "When will it start?"

Shi Qing felt relaxed, scratched his head and said to him, "Anytime."

When he said that, Song Lan simply decided to go with him that night.