Chapter 1068: This Vicious World that Kills Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (Part 1)

In the southeast of Dongbin, near the Dongbin Campus of Qingyang University, there is a small town called Linbin Town.

This small town used to be one of the many fringes of Dongbin city, but with the acceleration of the urbanization process of Dongbin and the relocation of Cheongyang University, the once quiet town has quickly become very popular, and the land price has reached a high level. Rising and rising, the foreign population continues to increase.

As long as the hands and feet are diligent, relying on the tens of thousands of college students nearby and various high-tech industries that have settled in, they will quickly become rich.

And in the southeast corner of the town, near Qingyang University, there is a small square. This was originally the homestead of an old man. Later, a small-scale commercial street appeared nearby, and it became very popular. The old man was in poor health. , thinking of selling the homestead to leave some money for his children before leaving, he has been holding back and is reluctant to sell, and the asking price is very high.

Although this piece of land is considered to be in the best location nearby, it is a small town after all, and no matter how sought-after it is, it is far less valuable than the location in the city center. Many people are discussing in private whether the old man can sell it before he dies.

But in the end, someone still took advantage of this. In April and May, three days before the old man left, the homestead was finally sold, and seven or eight days later, a construction convoy arrived in the town , The team covered the homestead with a curtain, and two hours later, the curtain was removed, and a small building with an extremely unique shape appeared on the corner of the street.

The style of the small building does not match the surroundings. If the street is like a rough old tree trunk, then this small building is like a gorgeous silver flower blooming from the branches of the tree trunk.

No matter which direction you come from, the first thing many people notice from a distance is this small building.

At the entrance of the small building, there is a sign that reads: "Wanke Design Studio."

In the middle of a lot of steamed bun shops, barbecue shops, and grocery stores, there suddenly appeared a "design studio" that looked quite tall. Although I don't know what this "Wanke Design Studio" actually designs, but Everyone was still in awe.

This is something for cultural people.

Moreover, both the design style and the manufacturing method are very tall.

Who has ever seen a small building built in two hours without making any noise? This small building must have been moved from another place.

At that time, it was the beginning of the year, and the people in the small town were not so well-informed, so they had enough curiosity about the studio.

Then they discovered that the "studio" sounds fancy, but in fact the people here are easy to get along with.

In particular, there are two very hard-working young men who are tall and strong. They come to the studio early every morning to work. They are very enthusiastic and hard-working. Arranging the tables horizontally and vertically, Mazza arranged them in order of height, thinking that he had encountered an urban management officer who left early.

After a long time, the neighbors on the street got used to it. These two young men would turn the manhole covers on the street one by one before dawn, and straighten them up. The small advertisements on the utility poles will be cleaned up bit by bit, and the wrongly arranged or broken floor tiles on the sidewalk will be replaced one by one.

The neighbors in the neighborhood were puzzled, and asked them: "Young man, what exactly do you do? Aren't you a design studio? What are you doing here so early every morning? Are you a volunteer?"

"Yeah, just think of us as volunteers." The two young people laughed without explaining. By the way, they put together the three vegetable washing basins that the neighbor had placed outside the door, according to their size.

Some neighbors in the neighborhood think these two people are a bit strange, some think that these two people have problems with their heads, but they are happy that someone outside will help them clean up. These two people are very fast and efficient. When I came to see it the next morning, it was already packed.

Every morning at five or six o'clock, the two come to work, sometimes alone. At around eight o'clock, the studio officially opens, and several young people come to work one after another. In this studio, there seems to be an older None of them are in their early twenties, just out of society.

Every day at 7:55, there will be a young man who walks along the floor tiles and never steps on the manhole cover to go to work. Some wandering through this short street, he looks ahead, But often there is no focal length, and it seems that they are always thinking about something.

Lao Zhang next door noticed that every time he passed by his door, it was seven fifty-nine.

And when he walked through the door next door, often within two seconds, the hour would be chimed on the radio.

However, this morning, when Lao Zhang was packing his things, a steel coin suddenly fell under the table. He searched for it for a while but couldn't find it, so he simply brought a flashlight and planned to take a picture.

"Out of battery? Really, I remember just changing the battery..." Lao Zhang looked around, and simply pulled out the battery of the radio, intending to put it into the flashlight.

At this moment, he saw the young man walking over.

"Morning Mr. Wei!" The two young people, who are always diligent, were already waiting at the door next door, and when they saw the young man who was walking, they smiled.

"Tang Wan, Chang Fei, it's early too." The young man called Mr. Wei also smiled.

So young, what kind of boss is he? It's amazing!

Old Zhang thought about it, and then he suddenly saw three people looking in his direction.

No, it should be said that he looked at his old radio.

Then, three eyes fell on the battery in his hand at the same time.

"Uh...not good!" The young man named Tang Wan suddenly changed his expression and rushed to him: "Why did you pull out the battery?"

"Uh..." Lao Zhang wondered, my radio, why are you so excited?

"It's okay, I'm in a good state today." Mr. Wei smiled and waved his hands, "I had an inspiration last night, and Nan always likes it."

Although Mr. Wei said so, the two of them obviously didn't feel very relaxed. They just gave Lao Zhang a hard look, which made Lao Zhang a little puzzled.

Isn't it just...the radio is out of power? I want you to manage!

Wait, is my radio some valuable antique...

Lao Zhang was thinking all kinds of things, feeling a little upset, turned around, and kicked one of the three pots outside with a snap.

The pot Gululu rolled and fell to the ground.

Mr. Wei's fingers seemed to twitch, as if he was forcibly suppressing some impulse, while Tang Wan who was beside him rushed over quickly and straightened the basin.

"It's okay...it's okay, I can do it, I can do it!" Mr. Wei quickly turned around and strode towards the interior of the designer.

Behind him, Tang Wan and Chang Fei looked at each other, both a little worried, it's not good, today's condition is not good!

This is the rhythm to kill people! (To be continued.)