Chapter 1286

Luo Junsheng could not imagine that this man had such low requirements and possessed great skills, but only needed to beg for a meal. This opportunity was presented to them before, but it was a pity that his father let it go. Otherwise, the whole island would be like this now. The most popular restaurant is their Luo's Restaurant.

"Brother Yang Ming, if you change your mind, come to my store, we are always welcome." Luo Junsheng said from behind unwillingly.

Yang Ming left without looking back.

Wang Xiaoming had already put away his things. When he saw Yang Ming slowly coming back from the toilet, he didn't ask any more questions: "Let's go home. You drive, and I'll hold Ah Bing."

Yang Ming has learned how to ride an electric tricycle in the past two days. Wang Bing still doesn't want to talk to Yang Ming and doesn't get close to him at all. Wang Xiaoming has no choice but to hold him and let Yang Ming drive.

Yang Ming got into the driver's seat, started the car, and suddenly asked: "How much does it cost to open a store?"

Wang Xiaoming didn't react for a moment: "Ah, what kind of store are you opening?"

"Restaurant."

Wang Xiaoming laughed: "Why are you thinking about opening a restaurant? A small restaurant must cost tens of thousands of yuan. I don't even want to do this. It's too far away from me."

"The hotel makes more money." Yang Ming looked at Wang Xiaoming's dark skin, which was mainly due to not being exposed to the sun and rain.

Wang Xiaoming smiled bitterly: "But now I owe a lot of debt, how can I have the money to open a restaurant?"

"How many?"

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while: "I owe a hundred thousand to loan sharks. There is also a debt that my father owed before, which is almost half a million. In total, there is still a debt of 600,000. I haven't paid back a penny in the past few years. I'm busy paying off the interest on loan sharks. I can barely pay back the interest on what I earn in a month. I don't have the spare money to open a restaurant." At this point, Wang Xiaoming smiled helplessly.

Yang Ming listened and stopped talking.

Wang Xiaoming said self-deprecatingly: "Sometimes I really want to be like you, not remembering anything, and no more worries and pain. But no, God is punishing me. He won't let me live an easy life." Wang Xiaoming thought about the time when nothing happened at home. At that time, his mother often quarreled with him because of his father's gambling. He was very tired of those days and hoped that he would grow up and leave this home quickly. Unexpectedly, he would not even have that time anymore. It became a luxury.

After a long time, Yang Ming said: "It's just a test."

Wang Xiaoming's nose suddenly felt sore when he heard this simple sentence. This seemingly simple sentence has become the best comfort in these years. He pinched his nose with his hands and smiled to hide his emotions: "Haha, I hope it's just a test like you said. This test should end soon. Damn it, it tortures me to death."

"Yes." Yang Ming's words were very brief, but they were like a knowing blow, which made people feel particularly helpful. Some people talk a lot, but none of them can touch people's hearts. Some people only need a few words to hit people's hearts and make them remember them for a lifetime.

"Yang Ming, you seem to have spoken clearly. You are not a big talker." Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized this problem.

Yang Ming felt like his face was covered with black lines. This man's thoughts were moving really fast: "I don't know."

Wang Xiaoming said: "It should be due to a head injury. When I have money, I will take you to the hospital for a checkup and find out the cause of your amnesia."

Yang Ming said nothing.

"Are you worried?" Wang Xiaoming asked him. Liu Haoyang had already helped to check. Yang Ming was not a tourist on the island, and he didn't know how he came to the island. He didn't know his origins and had forgotten his parents. Relatives and friends, this feeling may not be pleasant.

Yang Ming said calmly: "There's no rush." ​​There's nothing you can do if you rush.

After returning home, Wang Xiaoming took Wang Bing to take a bath, while Yang Ming went to pack things. They had developed a good tacit understanding and a clear division of labor. Yang Ming was a very good helper. Wang Xiaoming was very glad that he had kept him.

When Wang Xiaoming finished taking a bath and was about to go to bed, he saw a message from Luo Junsheng on his mobile phone: "Xiao Ming, have you slept? Come over and have a cup of tea."

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the time and saw that it was already eleven o'clock. Luo Junsheng's message was sent a quarter of an hour ago. He replied: "Not yet."

A message came back quickly: "Come over and have a cup of tea."

Wang Xiaoming knew that he was looking for something, otherwise he wouldn't have asked him to drink tea so late, so he put away his mobile phone, took the keys and went out.

The Luo family's house was also quiet. Everyone was asleep. Only the living room on the first floor was still lit and the door was open. Luo Junsheng was smoking and drinking tea alone in front of the wooden coffee table. When he saw Wang Xiaoming coming over, he took a puff of cigarettes. , put the cigarette on the ashtray, picked up the teapot and poured tea: "Sit down, we haven't had tea together for a long time. Do you smoke?"

"I don't smoke." When they were young, Wang Xiaoming and Luo Junsheng had a lot of tea together. Now they don't have many opportunities to drink tea together. They can only drink tea together during holidays and festivals when they don't open shops and stalls. On weekdays, Wang Xiaoming is so busy that he has no time to go to the toilet, so he has no time to drink tea. The so-called Kung Fu tea is tea that requires effort to drink.

Wang Xiaoming put his mobile phone on the tea tray. His mobile phone was a second-hand Nokia 5320, which was only used to make calls and send text messages. Compared with Luo Junsheng's iPhone 6, the rich and poor were clearly distinguished. Luo Junsheng said: "You are still using this phone. I have a Samsung that I replaced earlier. It is smart. You can use it."

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand: "No, I don't have much use for it. I just make calls and send messages. I don't know how to do anything else, and I don't have time to play with my phone."

Luo Junsheng smiled, did not insist anymore, and went straight to the topic: "What is the origin of Yang Ming in your family?"

Wang Xiaoming paused and said, "I can't tell. He was injured and lost his memory. He can't remember where he came from. I picked it up."

Luo Junsheng was so surprised that he looked at Wang Xiaoming with his mouth half open. How could this be like the TV series: "No one came to see him at home?"

"Not yet. I called the police for him and am waiting for his family to pick him up." Wang Xiaoming said.

When Luo Junsheng heard about Yang Ming's situation, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Since this was the case, it meant that Yang Ming was a temporary worker and might not be able to help Wang Xiaoming for long. Maybe someone would come to his house tomorrow. The expression on Luo Junsheng's face became more relaxed: "I didn't expect that he is also a very pitiful person."

Wang Xiaoming picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "No. At first I thought he was a beggar."

Luo Junsheng laughed: "Yes, when he came to my store to ask for food, my dad thought he was a beggar and sent him away."

Wang Xiaoming smiled: "I didn't expect him to be a really good helper."

Luo Junsheng looked at Wang Xiaoming and said with a smile: "Looking at your current business, you are so busy that you can't even collect money."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "It's not that exaggerated. As you know, in a small business, my stall is only so big, and the business can only be so big."