Chino didn't expect the main storyline that bothered her.

We actually met him when he was trying to fish in the restroom.

Even though this piece of paper has been burned a little, fortunately, the location of the burn is not very important. Through the following text description, you can roughly judge the direction of the plot.

Chino was about to put the paper away and continue to work.

Xie Aishan's voice rang in my ears...

"You, do you want to find the woman who threw this piece of paper?"

Qianye was stunned for a moment, then calmly replied and asked: "Yes, do you have any idea?"

"It smells like that woman up there, I...I think I can help..."

"Huh? That's perfect."

He never thought that Xie Aishan had such abilities.

How do you say that sentence?

No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to find anything, and you won't be able to find it without spending a hair...

certainly.

Before going to find a woman and get in touch with the plot, Qianye had to spend the rest of her working time today.

Rubbing his neck.

Chino walked back to the tavern without showing any signs of heresy...

night.

There were obviously many more guests in the tavern.

I saw the service staff running back and forth constantly.

Qianye suddenly felt lucky that he had obtained a security status and only had to stand by the door.

Pedestrians coming and going on the street...

European street nights in the 1940s and 1950s were basically not much different from those in China today.

There is also feasting and feasting.

There are also non-returning men and women who want to live a "nightlife"...

There were too many customers passing by Qianye wearing heavy makeup. Most of them twisted their graceful postures, as if they were trying their best to show off their beauty to the world.

Occasionally, a few ladies caught a glimpse of Qianye's pretty face.

They also deliberately give tips.

Or leave a small piece of paper with your address in Chino's hand...

for this benefit.

Of course Qianye enjoyed it.

Although this is not the real world, you can still buy and eat food and enjoy the most realistic experience.

So money is good wherever it goes...

certainly.

Except for good things.

There are also chicken skin problems that will come to you.

For example, at this time, there was a drunk man holding Qianye's hand and looking at Qianye drunkenly with his red face.

From time to time, he would even giggle...

"Hey man, how long have you been working here?"

Qianye tried his best to keep smiling, and at the same time, he took back his hand that was being held unobtrusively.

"Fortunately, it didn't take long."

He doesn't quite understand.

Obviously, everyone is pulled from the real world, and they are just role-playing here.

Why is this guy so drunk and still dragging him to chat?

Is it possible that the task this person got today... was to get drunk and brag to the security guard of the pub?

Qianye doesn't know.

He could only watch helplessly as the man supported himself on a stone pillar on the street and vomited wildly at the ground.

Then he wiped his mouth with his sleeve in a smart way.

He continued to come over and chat happily...

"How many years do you think you have to work here before you can raise enough money to buy a car, a house, and a wife?"

This question seems to be insulting.

Although Qianye was only acting as a security guard, with his competitive temperament, he really took this small matter seriously.

Ask this question from a man.

Qian Ye already has two speculations...

The purpose of this guy is either to make fun of him and himself, or he is some kind of dignitary with some bad taste. Seeing that Qianye is in good condition, he is ready to offer a price to coax him into buying it.

Look at it from top to bottom.

The man in front of me is not dressed exquisitely.

It even has a hobo vibe...

The stubble has not been shaved for who knows how long, and it hangs on my chin in endless layers, so long that it can be tied into a knot.

Coupled with this is the corollary that this world is all about victims.

Qianye thinks the former is more likely...

"Sir, you are drunk, how about I take you to rest."

Although it's possible this is some kind of plot connection.

But Chino had the task of not chatting with any guests, so he had no choice but to say this.

He reached out to help the man.

I thought that this should be one of my job contents, and it should not touch the task rules...

Just when I help a man.

But the other party slapped his hand away, indicating that he didn't need to help...

"Is this guy really full of drama?"

"Otherwise, there's no need to be so involved in the drama, right?"

Qianye did not choose to help him anymore.

Instead, he patiently stood there and waited for the other party's next reaction...

"My good brother, change your career, otherwise with your kind of job, if you encounter any accident in the future, your family will be ruined."

"For example, I am like a dead person now and can't go anywhere..."

"Listen to me and stop doing it."

"I would rather do some business than do this kind of low-level work."

The man seemed to be persuading patiently.

Although there were some thoughts of giving him a slap in the words of the persuasion, fortunately, at the same time as the persuasion, he began to tell his story...

Qianye felt that his guess was correct.

This guy came to me with the plot.

"At that time, I was as easy to be satisfied with the status quo as you are. I felt that as long as I had a stable income and didn't spend money or mess around, my life would be stable in the future."

The man didn't care whether Qianye wanted to hear it or not.

He put his right hand on Qianye's shoulder and just talked about his experience.

"However, once something unexpected happens, this originally peaceful life will be completely broken, and there will be no way to turn around."

"Do you know? When I saw my daughter lying on the hospital bed looking sick, touching my face with her hands and telling me not to cry, she didn't feel any pain at all, how painful my heart was...

....”

"I didn't listen when my lazy wife asked me to give up treatment and not throw money into it."

"I borrowed money from all the places I could and stole from all the places I could. Even though I was beaten with bruises and bruises, and my head was bleeding, I didn't give up."

"What happened..."
To be continued...