Taoist Quick Wear

"When Elna's elf woke up before, the pawnshop didn't have any prompts to complete the task." Si Qingyan began to look up the past.

"Sometimes it is very complicated to judge whether the task is complete. Customer satisfaction and customer recognition account for a large proportion." The pawnshop consciousness explained.

"The transaction should be based on the pawnshop owner."

"Indeed. It is also fair to customers. This is why the pawnshop can connect countless worlds."

"I see." Si Qingyan understood.

There was a noisy sound outside the door. A group of people dressed as social people chased a skinny yellow-haired young man and swarmed in.

Si Qingyan continued to drink Sprite and watched their performance.

"Brother, I will really pay back the money. I work three jobs a day... If it's not enough, I will find something else to make money. Brother, please give me a few days..."

The yellow-haired young man was crying and almost knelt down to kowtow to those burly social people.

"It's been three years, and you've only paid back 100,000 yuan, and there's still 900,000 yuan left... Two days ago you said you'd pay it back today, where's the money?"

They caught the yellow-haired youth and beat him up. The yellow-haired youth's neck was stepped on by a large-size sneaker, and they kicked and stomped until he vomited blood, and then they stopped.

"I don't care if you sell your kidney or your heart, if you can't pay back the money, just wait to die."

The leader looked at the yellow-haired youth on the ground coldly and added:

"Don't think that death will end all, if you die, your brother will die too."

"I borrowed the money... I'll pay it back."

The yellow-haired youth was dying and kept coughing.

"What are you looking at? He--tu--"

The social man glanced at Si Qingyan coldly and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

But the thick phlegm did not fall on the floor of the pawnshop. Instead, it floated up and rushed back into the mouth of the person who spat.

A big mouth appeared on the ground, complaining angrily:

"Bah, my little brother won't eat such disgusting things."

The originally cruel scene suddenly became quiet.

The floor can actually talk? What the hell is this? What's going on?

"Want to scare me?" The social man held a steel pipe and was about to hit the pawnshop counter to smash it, but his eyes were dark and his consciousness was forever silent.

The others watched their big brother disappear into ashes out of thin air, feeling very unreal. It was as if the switch of the 3D projection was turned off.

Did you drink too much tonight? Did you start to drift? Did you have hallucinations?

Otherwise, how could a good person disappear?

The yellow-haired young man widened his eyes, trying to see what happened. After long-term use, fatigue, dryness, and soreness almost destroyed his eyes. In the blurred light and shadow, he seemed to see the person who had been sitting behind the counter and watching coldly stood up.

"It's dirty... I'll clean it up..." Huangmao felt guilty. He rushed into the store in a panic and caused a lot of trouble for the owner. He coughed twice and tried to get up, but to no avail.

He used his arms to prop up his upper limbs again and again, and fell heavily to the ground again.

Tears dripped on the floor, and endless despair overwhelmed him.

He couldn't die here yet.

He didn't notice that the other people in society were like clay sculptures, stagnant in place, motionless.

Huangmao's world gradually became dark, and his brother's smile appeared in front of him. If he died like this, who would take care of his brother? He was still so young.

The slender, white, and bony hands gently stroked the top of Huangmao's hair.

The vitality-filled energy poured into Huangmao's body from the top of his head.

Huangmao's whole body's perception was concentrated on his forehead.

It was the one... who drank Sprite.

His body temperature was slightly lower than that of ordinary people, and his touch was different from that of humans. It was more like some kind of jade.

Huang Mao had never felt so relaxed before, as if he was back in his mother's arms, warm, safe, and all his illnesses were gone. He curled up like a child and sobbed softly. After crying for a while, he squatted on the ground with his knees hugged, looking at Si Qingyan carefully.

Si Qingyan had just found out his bone age, which was only nineteen years old. He was sick, and he would not have lived long without the flesh wounds today. Most of these diseases were caused by fatigue. He had eaten unclean things for a long time, and his spleen and stomach were completely collapsed. He still needed to be slowly recuperated in the future.

"Thank you."

Huang Mao lowered his head, not daring to look Si Qingyan in the eye.

"What's your name?" Si Qingyan asked.

"Zhang Yang." Huang Mao said honestly.

"What can you do?"

"Beauty and hairdressing, washing, cutting and blowing, massage, massage, crafts... OK."

Zhang Yang was poor and had nothing to pawn. Now I remember that when he bumped into me, there was a big "pawn" word on the door. There are still people who run pawnshops these days. With such a big storefront, can they make back the rent and renovation costs? Zhang Yang began to worry about his boss unconsciously.

"I can offer you a job, and the salary is definitely enough for you to pay off your debts." Si Qingyan glanced at Zhang Yang. Although ordinary, he is very tough and has a promising future.

In fact, the pawnshop is far from being as idle as it seems on the surface. Si Qingyan found out after completing the last task that there are still many things piled up in the pawnshop, and some things can't be delayed any longer... If Si Qingyan didn't know where Hua Liang went, he really wanted to drag her back. At worst, it's better not to spend all the money than to die of exhaustion.

Even if Si Qingyan separated an incarnation, it would be impossible to complete the backlog of tasks in the short term. When he is away, someone needs to look after the store. If Zhang Yang is smart, he may be able to complete some simple tasks.

"Boss... I owe 900,000 yuan now. I borrowed more than 500,000 yuan three years ago. With the interest compounded, I can't pay it back in my lifetime."

"This is nothing." Si Qingyan raised her hand, and a row of gold bars were neatly placed on the counter.

Zhang Yang's eyes were instantly straightened.

Is this all real gold? So bright... He has never seen so many gold bars in his life, at least dozens of kilograms.

Zhang Yang was a little choked. He couldn't believe it was real.

The boss was like a magician.

"You can identify it."

Zhang Yang didn't know how to identify it. He touched and looked at it, and he didn't want to bite it with his teeth. The heavy touch alone was enough to make him cry.

"Do... As long as you don't let me do bad things... I will do anything."

Zhang Yang's voice trembled, and he clenched his fists tightly and made up his mind.

"That person..." Zhang Yang found that there was one less social person in the store. He was afraid that the person would go out and report it, and find more brothers to deal with him.

"They will forget about the pawnshop. When you earn enough money to pay off your debts, I will solve this matter for you completely." Si Qingyan waved her sleeves, and those social people walked towards the door with dull eyes. As for the person who turned into ashes, it would be a waste of energy to put him into human form again. Just erase his cause and effect. It is easy to erase the memory related to a person who has no influence. This is also related to the existence of the pawnshop. The world connected by the pawnshop is mostly friendly to the heaven, and will turn a blind eye to many things.

"Okay." Zhang Yang had an inexplicable sense of trust in what Si Qingyan said.

"You can do your work during the day, those people will not trouble you for the time being, come back at night." Si Qingyan has planted a hint in the hearts of those social people, asking them not to trouble Zhang Yang.

"Okay, okay, thank you boss, I will definitely not meet your expectations!"

Zhang Yang bowed to Si Qingyan.

Si Qingyan waved her hand, indicating that he could leave.

The pawnshop did not provide a place for Zhang Yang to live. Seeing that he was covered in blood and his nose and tears were all over the place, he should go back and take a shower and have a good rest.

When Zhang Yang walked out of the pawnshop, he turned around and found that this was a dead end. The place where the door was just now turned into a solid concrete wall.

Zhang Yang rushed over and scratched and touched it, suspecting that he had a dream, and slapped himself twice. Suddenly, he heard the cold voice of the pawnshop owner:

"The door is open anywhere, you can find it tomorrow night."

When Zhang Yang looked at the place where the voice came from, he only saw the weeds trembling in the wind. His eyesight has improved a lot, and the previously blurred world has become clear again.

Who is the pawnshop owner... or is he a god or a ghost?

When Zhang Yang was about to go out, he glanced at the group of drunken "social people" lying on the ground.

Anger rose from his heart, and evil was born.

Zhang Yang looked around and didn't find any surveillance cameras, so he stripped the clothes of the drunk people in the dead end, leaving nothing even in his underwear. The group of people were affected by the power of the pawnshop and slept very soundly, unaware of anything in the outside world.

Someone happened to have a lighter in his pocket, so Zhang Yang squatted in a leeward place and burned his clothes to ashes. He waited until the fire was completely extinguished before leaving.

There were few residents in this area, no street lights, and it was dark. He walked for a long time without seeing anyone. Zhang Yang was scared and his legs trembled a little. It seemed that someone would suddenly jump out of the darkness with a steel pipe and an iron rod and ask him to pay back the money. There would be no problem waiting for him to get home. His younger brother was fostered at his aunt's house, and he only needed to prepare living expenses and tuition fees every month.

Si Qingyan looked at the scenes around Zhang Yang in the pawnshop.

He had marked Zhang Yang.

When Zhang Yang entered the pawnshop, he could propose a deal under the guidance of Si Qingyan. At that time, Zhang Yang was thinking that he would use everything he had in exchange for his younger brother to grow up well. Because Si Qingyan intervened, everything became different. This is also the freedom of the pawnshop owner.

I will think about how to arrange Zhang Yang tomorrow. In this world, Si Qingyan has other things to do.

"Items to be recycled: Psychic teddy bear

Location: To be confirmed..."

[Pawnshop item: Psychic teddy bear

Introduction: It was once an ordinary teddy bear, treated sincerely by a child, and gradually formed its own life. The child was terminally ill, and the teddy bear pawned itself to the pawnshop in exchange for 50 years of life for the child. Twelve years ago, the teddy bear was bought by the wealthy businessman Tang Ling. ]

"The location has been confirmed, No. 172, Lujiao Street, xx City, please recycle it quickly, otherwise it will cause adverse consequences."

The pawnshop has found the whereabouts of the psychic teddy bear, and now Si Qingyan only needs to find it and take back the teddy bear. It seems simple. The next moment, the door of the pawnshop opened at the non-existent No. 7 storefront on Lujiao Street.

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