luck on thursday

In the afternoon, Lin Qingyang continued to work, and the dismantled department stores were piled up into a hill at hand, and a special person came to sort these things into categories and put them back into boxes.The same goes for those female workers, they can take everything except the basic salary, except the stamp that the boss wants.

However, after dismantling it all afternoon, there was no golden shadow, so Morris asked everyone to rest after get off work, and locked the door of the warehouse by himself.

Lin Qingyang tore open a pack of bacon, stuffed a piece of jerky into his mouth, and handed it to Morris: "Do you want some?"

Morris didn't refuse either, and reached out to take some, and the two squatted at the warehouse door to share a pack of bacon.

For a whole day, there was no news at all. They also searched all the surveillance videos, but no one found them.

Lin Qingyang sighed and said, "I just said the chances are too small."

Morris shrugged: "Then you have to try, after all, no one knows."

"That's right," Lin Qingyang decided not to hit him anymore. In fact, he was also looking forward to Morris finding that golden stamp. Maybe he could take him to see the world together, for example, to see the legendary rich thief. What does the boss look like, "Maybe."

When he gets old, he can still use it as a bedtime story for his children and grandchildren.

Lin Qingyang temporarily stayed at Morris's house. After dinner, he silently turned on his phone to see if he could find some clues from the Internet.Morris was also sitting next to him, and picked up the evening paper beside him. He also didn't see any news, but read all kinds of gossip and miscellaneous things in his head.

Grandma came out and brought them black tea.

Morris stretched out his hand to drink a cup, but Lin Qingyang waved his hand: "I can't, I won't be able to fall asleep after drinking tea before going to bed."

Grandma smiled and took the tea back. At this time, a communication tone came from the mobile phone. Lin Qingyang picked up the mobile phone and saw a bunch of news from some information software, one of which attracted his attention.

"...Fitz Department Store has launched a new strategy, rich people from all over the world have responded one after another, and the search for golden stamps is endless..."

Then he listed the actions of finding the lucky ones in various places. Lin Qingyang shook the newspaper and found that there were so many people who were taken advantage of, willing to burn countless money for such a small golden stamp. The materials that were taken away were used by rich people for charity, but a wave of charity was formed in the society, known as "Golden Stamp Day".

For example, a boss in a certain place took over the entire Fitz department store building and called 3000 people to rush in. Like locusts passing through the city, all the goods on the shelves were wiped out in the blink of an eye, and a dozen cashiers stood in the mall. The door was dumbfounded.

Another example is a certain boss...

Lin Qingyang watched it with gusto and was amazed. He applauded these people when he saw the exciting part. Finally, he scrolled down and found Morris' name.

"..."

Well, after all, the scale of Morris' actions is not small, and it is normal for Morris to be on the list.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow," Morris folded the newspaper wearily, without a smile on his face, Lin Qingyang noticed out of boredom that the T-shirt on his body was printed with the silhouette of my little pony, "maybe there will be a turning point tomorrow. "

Lin Qingyang shrugged: "I hope."

The next morning, he was woken up by a violent knock on the door. Before he could open his eyelids, he heard Morris speaking vaguely outside the door.

He rubbed his eyes and opened the door. Seeing Morris's face was not very good-looking. Seeing him coming out, he silently handed over a newspaper.

Lin Qingyang took a look, and was immediately attracted by the headline of the title, so shocked that her hair almost stood on end:

"The golden stamp of Fitz's department store is released, and the lucky winner of the billion-dollar prize pool is officially born!!!"

There was still some toothpaste foam on the corner of Morris's mouth, and Lin Qingyang's face was full of sleepiness. The two of them looked at each other and quickly took care of themselves. After 10 minutes, they squatted on the sofa in the living room, opened the newspaper seriously, and browsed the reports on it. .

The lucky guy is from Africa, where Fitz's department store also has a lot of strongholds. According to reports, he is a very lucky guy and a loyal customer of Fitz's department store.

On the first day of the Lucky One event, he made the act of sweeping up the Fitz Department Store, and he persisted tirelessly for a month, until now, he has got his wish.

Under the huge headline font, there is a half-length photo of this lucky guy. He has dark skin and white teeth. When he smiles, he seems to be shooting a toothpaste advertisement. He is holding this golden stamp in his hand, but the reporter Not on the road, not showing the world the appearance of golden stamps up close.

The last paragraph of the report said that Mr. Fitzgerald had already contacted him by phone, and the two parties agreed to meet at the famous Fitzgerald Manor and receive a sky-high bonus.

After Morris finished the report, he went back and read it again. Lin Qingyang shook his head, thinking that the matter had already been settled here.

"Now the lucky one has been born, and you can't change it."

"I just feel a little pity." Morris said.

Lin Qingyang leaned back, leaned on the back of the sofa, and pulled over a pillow casually: "Maybe it's luck? After all, you haven't invested too much money yet."

"Maybe."

The two stood up and went to the restaurant to have breakfast.

Lin Qingyang absently turned over the fluffy and soft pancakes, and whispered thanks to grandma who brought her maple syrup.As he poured the syrup on the muffins, he said, "Now that the lucky ones are over, it's time for me to go back."

"You're not staying at Rosaburg?"

Morris put down the knife and fork. He was quite satisfied with Lin Qingyang, and felt comfortable staying with him: "What's wrong with Fort Rosa? It's also lively at night, and the environment is good. There are several scenic spots to visit. It is said that this year in the North District Started a new project." He paused, "Oh yes, you have no money."

Lin Qingyang poked the muffin, and poked off the edge of a small piece of cake, which was dipped in sweet maple syrup, which was his favorite taste.

Seeing Morris say it so bluntly, he sighed and said, "Yes, yes, I have no money. I have to go back to work to earn money. The loan on my body is not enough."

Before the two chatted when they had nothing to do, Lin Qingyang briefly talked about his current situation.

Morris touched his chin and came up with a new idea: "Otherwise..."

Lin Qingyang looked over in an instant, put down the metal jar of syrup, and felt that some strange idea would appear in the head of his new friend, and he heard Morris say: "I hired you as my employee..."

"...Unpacking for you?" Lin Qingyang continued the first half of the sentence helplessly.

"No, how about visiting Roseburg with me?"

It's not that good, it's an idea only the rich second generation who have too much money can come up with.

Morris is past the age of school, but his family ranks low and he has a lot of pocket money, so he stays at home and does not go out to work. Now it is time to spend his free time, thinking about doing something new all day , like finding a new friend for a job or something.

As he said that, he raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on Lin Qingyang: "You have been working before, so you must have never been to Maple Leaf Avenue. Tomorrow, I will be your tour guide for free, with food and accommodation included. Let's go there together?"

How could it be that Lin Qingyang hadn't been to Maple Leaf Avenue, there was Louis with him before, telling many fairy tales that only local people know.

"I've been there," he interrupted Morris with a smile, "with a friend of mine."

"Been there? You really have time to spare." Morris said casually, thinking about other places, "Then..."

Suddenly, the phone rang on the coffee table. The style of the music was light rock, and it was not the style that Lin Qingyang would like. Morris closed his mouth, picked up the phone, hummed twice, and suddenly the tone of the ending rose, making a "Um?!"

He didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, his expression became complicated, with a hint of sarcasm, as if to show that some idiots did something beyond their means.

After hanging up the phone, facing Lin Qingyang's curious eyes, Morris' voice became relaxed, he stood up with a smile, and spread his hands: "Okay buddy, we have to stay back for any sightseeing, we have to go back to unpack again .”

Lin Qingyang hugged the soft pillow for a moment, surprised by the amount of information in his words: "You mean?"

"Fake." The person in front pointed at the newspaper relentlessly, and said with a frown, "I just want to steal a chance to meet Mr. Fitzgerald. I think the family crest of the Jelle family can be concealed...it's funny."

Lin Qingyang looked over with open blue eyes: "And then?"

Morris was taken aback, glanced away, and continued, "It's all over. The golden stamp was thrown out when it was displayed at the gate of the Fitzgerald manor. Even the legendary Mr. Fitzgerald didn't see it."

He put the mobile phone in his pocket: "Come on, I should also call my thirteen trucks."

Thirteen large trucks reappeared, and the female peanut workers who had been sent back to their homes were summoned by their employers again. They came again from the southeast and northwest houses of the city of Rosaburg, and once again sat in the familiar large warehouse unpacking.

This time, the employer has stepped up monitoring and will never allow anyone to secretly hide the golden stamp.

Lin Qingyang once slipped out during lunch, and went to Fitz Department Store, which is said to have opened countless chain stores.

However, when he first entered the door, he thought that he had come to some kind of hypermarket that jumped off a building and vomited blood and had a big sale, instead of a department store where the average price was not very cheap.

All the customers who enter the door aim directly, rush all the way to the front of the things they want to buy, and then reach out to scan the goods without blinking, and the cashier at the front desk does not blink, they have lived like this for nearly two months, how come I'm used to it.

What is locust crossing, this is called locust crossing, not a blade of grass grows.

Lin Qingyang casually wandered around in a corner, the shelves were basically empty, it was rare that a few fully packaged products were not taken away, and disappeared in the next instant.

Soon a restocker would arrive with their boxes and the shelves would be restocked to the brim.

After leaving the shopping mall, it was time to work in the afternoon. Maybe the boss held a mobilization meeting during lunch and announced loudly that the price would no longer be calculated by the hour, but by the piece. Each employee is assigned a supervisor, so it can be said that they strive to be watertight.

The employees also expended most of their energy, but when they got off work, the golden stamp was still missing. The boss began to wonder if the golden stamp had been removed, but he didn't see it because he moved too fast.

So some employees were called to work on night shifts to re-read the pile of plastic packaging that had been dismantled.