Literary life with cute baby

Chapter 769? (33)

Uncle Hot's boss is a very thin and tall middle-aged man with sunken eyes, often staying up late, his complexion looks bad, his complexion is not good, and he is very gloomy.

"Old Xu! Is it still closed? There is no one on the street! Go home."

The owner of the store next door closed the door of his store, stepped on the electric car and prepared to go home.

"It's too cold, it's better to go home and nest, there's no one else, go home early!"

He told Uncle Hot's thin and tall boss that although he advised him to go home early, he knew that Lao Xu would not close the door and go home until 11 o'clock in the evening.

Sure enough, Lao Xu was sitting behind the counter, staring at the TV, and said casually: "Old Xiong, you go first, I will sit down for a while."

"The lottery is being drawn again?" Old Xiong heard the sound of the lottery being drawn on the TV. "Have you ever been hit?"

Only then did Lao Xu raise his head, looked at the old bear straddling the electric scooter at the door of the store, and said, "Hey, next time we will win!"

The old bear smiled and said: "Then I wish you a fortune first, by the way, give me the bag of 'Wuzhishan'."

Old Xu focused on the TV again: "Come and get it yourself."

"Hey you, you don't have enough sense of service. You say that customers are gods. You can't even ask you to come here with a pack of cigarettes. Hurry up, my car starts."

"..."

"Hey, hurry up, it's cold outside."

Lao Xu impatiently took a pack of "Wuzhishan" from the shelf, and said as he came out, "Here! 21 yuan!"

Old Xiong took the cigarette and asked, "Isn't it 20 yuan? Why did the price increase?"

"Labor costs."

"Labor cost? What labor cost?"

"The labor cost sent to you."

"Old Xu, get out, take it! 20 yuan!"

"It's a dollar short."

"Are you serious? Specializing in slaughtering acquaintances?"

The old bear was a little unhappy.

Seeing this, Lao Xu forced a smile out of his always bad face, which was extremely stiff.

"Hehe, forget it."

Turn around and go back to the store.

Old Xiong stared at his back, snorted inwardly, and rode away.

He and this old Xu have been neighbors for almost 5 years, but the two of them just meet and chat for a few words.It's not just him, Lao Xu has this kind of relationship with everyone in this area, and Lao Xiong is already the one who can talk to him the most.

In everyone's eyes, this old Xu has a weird personality, picky, extremely picky.

Like buying cigarettes just now, Old Xiong is not sure if he is joking or serious.If it's a joke, it's a bad joke, it's just embarrassing.

Not long after Old Xiong left, all the lottery tickets were finally drawn on TV, and Old Xu was holding one tightly in his hand, wrinkled.

"Damn it's wrong again..." Old Xu was cursing, a lot of vulgar swear words were swearing unscrupulously.

"Boss! Let's pack Wuzhishan."

When Lao Xu was swearing vigorously, someone came into the store, a young man in smart clothes, with a bag in his hand, looked at him sitting in front of the TV in surprise, probably heard some of his swearing words.

Old Xu didn't care at all, stood up with a bad face, took a pack of Wuzhishan from the shelf, and handed it to Xiaonian.

"20!"

The young man took the cigarette, didn't seem to care about his attitude, and said with a smile: "I'm addicted to cigarettes, I can't help it, smoke one first, boss, are you playing a lottery? Speaking of which, I bought it too, is it a sports lottery? What number came out?"

Old Xu was only interested in the topic of lottery tickets, and said, "You bought it too? The sports lottery just started. 20 yuan, thank you."

The young man tore open Wuzhishan, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Hey, here it is! Is there a fire? I didn't bring a lighter, give me a fire."

Old Xu casually lit a cigarette for the young man with a lighter, observed his clothes, and said, "Boss, with your outfit, why do you only smoke Wuzhishan for 20 yuan? I have Pacific Ocean here. Do you want a pack?"

"Thank you, Wuzhishan is enough."

"business man?"

"See it?"

"If you don't have a good pack of cigarettes with you, you can't do business."

"Is this cursing me?"

"Where is it, boss, come here, just talk about it."

Old Xu sat back in his armchair and adjusted the channel with the remote control.

"Boss, just now I asked you how much the lottery ticket was drawn?" The young man stood at the door of the store and puffed.

"07 08 09 21 23 10 01"

Old Xu didn't even look at the copied records, and casually reported the lottery numbers that were drawn out just now, and he seemed to know them by heart.

"789, this number is very smooth, I seem to have these numbers."

The young man was addicted to smoking, and he said in a daze that he smoked a third of a cigarette in one breath, leaving a piece of ash that was blown by the wind and fell on the counter.

Old Xu said loudly: "Be careful, don't smoke on the counter, it will cause serious trouble if it burns."

Although the tone was not kind, the young man was not angry, he had a good temper, and said with a smile: "No, no."

He walked into the store with a cigarette in his hand. Old Xu looked at him warily. Seeing that he was smiling and kind, he didn't care, but asked again: "Why don't you come here?" Bao Pacific?"

The young man quietly showed a mocking smile, then restrained himself, and said with a smile: "The Pacific Ocean costs 120, it's too expensive, and I can't afford such good cigarettes for a small business."

"It's not a question of whether you can afford to smoke, but a question of not wanting to part with it." After Lao Xu finished speaking, he no longer had any expectations of him, and a TV series was playing.

The young man didn't answer his words, and watched TV with a smile for a while, thinking about the lottery ticket, he said to himself: "Where is my lottery ticket? Look around, several numbers just now are correct, I You have to watch it, or don't worry."

Old Xu glanced at him in surprise, and then watched TV again, not caring at all whether he won the lottery, because he didn't believe it at all.

The young man rummaged through his pockets, but he couldn’t find it. Then he opened his briefcase, rummaged through it, and finally found a lottery ticket. He put the bag on the shelf and asked the boss, “What’s the number just now? Boss.” ?”

Immediately without waiting for Lao Xu's answer, he said happily: "Ha, 07 08 09, let me just say it, isn't that what I am!"

Old Xu curled his lips secretly, and said, "Did you win? Look at the numbers at the back, 21 23 10 01."

The young man paused, then asked nervously and excitedly, "How much?"

Old Xu looked away from the TV again, and fell on the face of the young man whose expression had changed, and said, "Is it really a match? No way! You can hit it like this? Can you hear me clearly? 21 23 10 01."

"21 23 10 01? That's right, that's right! You didn't deceive me, did you? Boss, please be sure." The young man blew out the remaining cigarette, walked up to Old Xu and asked.

"You scored me a point."

Seeing that his expression seemed serious, Lao Xu became suspicious. He picked up a tattered little book and opened it. There were densely packed numbers on it. When he turned to the latest page, there were three rows of numbers in it. Old Xu pointed to the last row, and read one by one: "07 08 09 21 23 10 01, that's right!"

He asked the young man again: "How is it? Is it right?"

The young man licked his lips, giggled, quickly put the lottery ticket in his pocket, and walked out of the store without saying a word.

Seeing this, Lao Xu seemed as if the other party had stolen his things, so he quickly stood up from the armchair, chased him to the door of the shop and shouted, "Hey~ Hey! Young man, why are you running away!"

After he yelled, the young man ran away, yelling excitedly, jumping and having fun on the empty street full of red lanterns.

Old Xu cursed like a dog in his heart, and chased outside for more than ten meters. Thinking that his shop was still open, he stopped unwillingly and watched the little young man disappear into the street like a madman. Did he hit it?impossible? ? ?But what is this for?Would it be like this?This, what the hell is it true? ...

Although he was not sure whether the young man had won the grand prize, it did not prevent Old Xu from being filled with uncontrollable envy and jealousy. Standing on the side of the street, he cursed and spit out a lot of swear words.

(End of this chapter)