Chapter 1 No One Cares

June 1, 2017.

Zhongzhou.

afternoon.

three o'clock.

The sky is clear, just one word, water!

Yenan Road.

street.

Tang Qing was carrying a black backpack and ran between the vehicles parked on the roadside, inserting the card into the wiper of the car with great skill.

White shirt.

Blue tie.

All wet.

hot!

It was extremely uncomfortable to stick to the skin. He didn't want to wear a tie on such a hot day, but the company mandated that he had to wear it no matter how hot it was.

Dai Zheng.

Wear tight.

Can't slack off.

Briefly.

It is said that it is to maintain the corporate image and give people a professional feeling. For this completely inhumane regulation, the front-line salesmen are full of complaints.

Every sentence of ‘MMP’ was donated to the company leaders for free.

On Tang Qing's backpack.

Four words are printed:

'Lending every day'

That's right.

Tang Qing is a salesperson of a small loan company.

Every day through various channels, looking for people who are in urgent need of loans, usually if there are no customers, it is part of his work to distribute business cards on the street.

Second.

It's telemarketing.

Hot day.

I originally wanted to make phone calls at the company and blow air conditioners, but the batch of phone numbers I bought a few days ago was hacked. Been slapped by peers more than once.

Obviously.

The number is out of date.

or.

Many of them were invalid numbers. Last night, he threatened the seller with a bad review to give him a new one. The seller promised to give him another batch of numbers tonight.

. . .

Today is Children's Day.

on the street.

One by one, the children held their parents' hands and walked past him with a happy smile. Tang Qing couldn't help thinking of his own childhood, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

Thoughts fly.

suddenly.

A roar came from my ear:

"Fuck off, I ruined my car, be careful I beat you to death..."

turn out to be.

When I was just running, I inserted the business card and didn't notice anyone in the car.

look up.

I see.

A big man with a bad face stuck his head out of the car window and shouted at him with his fists. Fortunately, he was not walking on the side of the cab.

otherwise.

Might have to get punched.

"I'm sorry, brother, I'll leave right away."

Tang Qing hurriedly laughed.

cold eyes.

cold words.

scolding.

despise.

He has been in the business for more than a year, and he has long been used to it. At first, he was a little young and energetic, but after being beaten up several times by the society, he learned to be good.

"roll."

When the big man saw Tang Qing's "good attitude", he didn't scold him anymore. He just replied with a single word, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he said in his heart:

Broken sale!

see.

Tang Qing smiled lightly.

forward.

next car.

let's go.

This could be related to his job. In this way, after walking five or six streets, the thick stack of business cards in Tang Qing's hand was distributed, the last stack.

Morning.

I only took 500 copies when I went out.

It was bought in bulk online, and the material was poor. Each bundle of 100 pieces was tied with inferior rubber bands. It was very random. It cost him 200 for 10,000 pieces.

After sending.

Tang Qing was also thirsty.

The large bottle of cool white tea that I brought with me had already been drunk, and most of it was sweat, seeping into my clothes, so I bought a bottle of iced black tea at the roadside store.

unified.

without it.

He felt that Master Kong's black tea was not uniformly delicious.

outside the store.

curb.

Dirty or not.

Tang Qing sat down and drank heavily. Although there was a shade of trees, the weather didn't help much, and the heat wave was blowing towards him.

Drink it in one go.

"call!"

Tang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Cool!"

It's cool, and the heat is a little less.

but.

The heat on the skin was still unbearable, the sticky sweat was sticking to the body, Tang Qing opened the backpack, took out a fan and fanned it, it was plastic.

This plastic fan.

It was sent by a little girl who was selling a house I met before. It had real estate information printed on it.

Andrology.

dentistry.

gynecology.

The most common is that the fan is too old.

Very durable.

to date.

He didn't even use one of them, and he felt that the dozen or so at home could be used for a lifetime, and could even be passed on to future generations as a 'family heirloom'.

"Ugh!"

Tang Qing couldn't help sighing.

roadside.

Hurrying pedestrians, and this so-called prosperous city, have a deep sense of strangeness, and as a foreign population, it is almost difficult to integrate.

car.

house.

ticket.

It's the passport.

Tang Qing graduated from a 211 college in the provincial capital of his hometown. The reality is that even Tsinghua University and Peking University have some majors that are not easy to find a job.

therefore.

Majors are very important, and he is a master of all-encompassing oil majors.

——

Business management.

The employment situation can be imagined.

then.

study.

Wanting to add points to his academic qualifications, after graduating from graduate school, he entered a private company, engaged in foreign trade of agricultural products, and worked as a deputy manager for two years.

pity.

Only a little over five thousand a month.

Not dead or alive.

Being challenged by those 'royal relatives' again, he was disheartened, so he resigned resolutely and wanted to make a breakthrough. Unexpectedly, it was the fate of being beaten up.

Currently.

They are still sharing a lease with a college classmate.

awful!

What a terrible word!

Close your eyes.

Tang Qing felt a progress bar stuck in his mind for a long time, and he felt helpless for a while. He thought it was the life of the protagonist, but he was still playing a supporting role.

. . .

After half an hour.

Feeling finished.

"go home!"

After taking the subway once and the bus twice, it took almost an hour for Tang Qing to return to his residence, which is located in the urban-rural junction in the east of the city.

Bought some food by the way.

at this time.

Shared classmate Wang Qiang has not returned yet, but the time is running out.

Taomi.

Wash vegetables.

Cook.

After a few years of independent life, Tang Qing also practiced a little craftsmanship.

Twenty minutes later.

The sound of the door being unlocked sounded.

"Old Tang, I'm exhausted. Today our boss poured the coffee... Huh? Pickled fish? What day do you want to make this dish today?"

As soon as you enter.

Wang Qiang is trying to gossip about the company boss.

A familiar smell came.

Pickled fish.

A very ordinary dish, but behind it, there is a heavy story, Tang Qing's experience, Wang Qiang is very sympathetic, nearly thirty years old, alone.

everything.

All because of the car accident.

The beauty is gone.

"..."

In short.

is a sad story.

Do not!

Not one, but two.

"It's nothing, Wang Yan is getting married today." Tang Qing smiled reluctantly, another girl who only came out after many years and began to accept.

But he was pushed away by himself, and now he wants to be an adult wife.

sour?

depressed?

regret?

Maybe there are!

last week.

Wang Yan sent a wedding invitation in the circle of friends.

The location is in the magic city.

only.

He was not ready to go, he hesitated for a while when he went out this morning, and finally sent a message on WeChat, "Happy Newlyweds" and a gift of 3,000 yuan.

So far, Wang Yan has not been seen.

Maybe the other party is very busy today!

"Oh, that's it!" Wang Qiang didn't say anything, because he didn't know what to say.

The girl is getting married.

The groom is not him.

who to replace.

It's going to be a little frustrating!