My staff is inhuman

Chapter 10
Along the way, Zhang Yi gradually slowed down and his mentality began to calm down.

The reason why he was angry was because his bastard father, in order to be happy with Xiaosan, would cruelly abandon their mother and son.

So when Uncle Zeng mentioned Mrs. Qing, Zhang Yi subconsciously substituted it.

Mrs. Qing is a pitiful person, isn't her mother pitiful?

But now that I think about it again, what does this have to do with others? If a scumbag cheats, shouldn't the scumbag be the one to hit?
Besides, Mrs. Qing might not be the mistress back then.

"Forget it, let's go and have a look."

The most important thing right now is to figure out your own situation.

When you find a way to leave, you must throw the altar on the altar into the trash can.

Passing through the alley, the path is paved with blue-gray stone bricks and matched with the old houses on both sides. From time to time, young people in ancient costumes can be seen holding mobile phones and taking pictures on the side of the road.

Some old people would sit in front of their house, smoke a cigarette while the sun is still there, and get together in groups of three or five to chat with each other.

Walking in from the third doorway on the left is a small courtyard with a single family, and the scale does not seem small.

"Bang! Boom!"

Zhang Yi walked to the door and knocked lightly.

"Who?"

"Hi, I'm here to see Mrs. Qing."

"Sister Qing?"

"Kaka... um..."

The door was opened a crack.

A man in his early forties poked his head out from the inside, and looked around Zhang Yi vigilantly. Seeing that he was a young man, he asked, "What is Mrs. Qing?"

"A sister-in-law Qing who sings an opera, I heard that she lives here."

The man hesitated for a moment, looked at Zhang Yi's face again, and said impatiently: "What is Qingsao, Hongsao, no, go quickly."

"Sorry, I was in the wrong place."

Could it be that what Uncle Zeng said was wrong?
The third door on the left is right, go back and find Uncle Zeng to confirm.

Zhang Yi was about to leave, but when he lifted his foot, he stopped, pricked up his ears, and heard someone singing behind him.

"It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere, but they are all ruined like this..."

There is no musical instrument accompaniment, just singing a cappella, the tone is silky, flowing and distant.

"Uncle Zeng said that Mrs. Qing is a widow who sings an opera. Could it be her?"

Zhang Yi walked into the alley following the sound, and went to the other side. In the alley, the door of a teahouse was open, and the sound came from inside.

The door of the tea house is a little old, and there is a plastic sign hanging in front of the door, which says "closed business", and the bursts of music are coming from inside.

Zhang Yi followed the sound and walked in. The inside is very spacious, with a stage in the middle and eight or nine tables placed underneath.

A woman on the stage was singing with her voice raised.

The woman is in her early 30s, with an oval face, big eyes, and wearing a dark blue cheongsam, like a lady in a TV series.

The woman didn't pay attention to Zhang Yi who came in, she was immersed in her own song, and when she sang sadly, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

Zhang Yi carefully opened a stool and sat down, watching quietly.

After the woman sang the song, she stood on the stage with her eyes closed for a long time, and then she looked at Zhang Yi: "Sorry, it's not open yet."

"Okay, I'm here to find someone. Is Mrs. Qing there?"

Hearing the words Mrs. Qing, the woman froze for a moment and walked off the stage.

"Who are you? What are you doing with Mrs. Qing?"

"My name is Zhang Yi. My father and Mrs. Qing are friends. I have something to ask Mrs. Qing for advice."

The woman looked Zhang Yi up and down, and her expression became strange: "How old is your father before you have this son?"

"Ok??"

"If Aunt Qing was still alive, she would be almost 83 by now. You are only in your early twenties, even if your father is 70...hehe."

The woman half-held back a smile and teased: "He will have to be fifty to have your son. It's really old and strong, and the sword never grows old."

"Sorry for disturbing you!"

Zhang Yi blushed, stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait, I'm here, don't rush away, I'm Aunt Qing's niece, what do you want to ask her, tell me, maybe I know too."

Zhang Yi thought for a moment, then sat down.

"My father is missing, and there is no one alive or dead. I heard from the staff in the store that he often comes here, so I want to ask if there is any information about him."

Zhang Yi's words were half true and half false, let's see how much the woman in front of me knows.

"Your father...who is it?"

"Zhang Shulai."

"Are you Uncle Zhang's son?" The woman looked at Zhang Yi in surprise.

"You know my dad?"

"Well... I have seen it a few times, he is a frequent visitor here, oh yes, he seems to have deposited something here."

"What?" Zhang Yi asked.

"do not know."

The woman shook her head.

"Can you show me?"

"Yes, but how do you prove that you are Uncle Zhang's son? There is no proof for what you say. I can't just give you things."

Zhang Yi was stumped.

"How about... I go back and get you a death certificate?"

"Don't be so troublesome. Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the evening, our team will open the box. Come by then, and I will have a way to prove that you are Zhang Shulai's son."

"Okay, what's your name?"

"I'm not much older than you. Just call me Sister Xiuyun. Remember, don't be late at eight o'clock tomorrow night."

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

"No delivery."

On the way, he thought carefully about the woman's words.

From the tone of this sister Xiuyun, Mrs. Qing seems to have passed away for many years, so my father often comes here to look for Mrs. Qing, could it be...

Zhang Yi thought it was absurd, but after thinking about it, Dai Moli, the female ghost, was still working in the store, so it didn't seem so strange.

"jingle!"

"You're back, didn't you fight?"

Dai Moli leaned forward and took a look at Zhang Yi, and she was a little disappointed when she saw that he seemed to be fine.

Zhang Yi ignored Dai Moli's disappointed eyes and sat on the chair.

"Uncle Zeng, are you sure you're right??"

"what??"

"That sister-in-law Qing has been dead for many years, and she is almost eighty years old. Are you sure my father is looking for her?"

Zhang Yi stared at the mirror on the wall from the corner of his eye, watching the expression on Uncle Zeng's face.

"died?"

Uncle Zeng was taken aback: "Impossible, who did you hear that from?"

"Sister Qing's niece."

"Sister Qing's niece... I haven't heard your father mention it, what's her name?"

"Xiuyun."

Uncle Zeng clasped his nostrils with one hand, just waiting to pick out a lump of booger from inside, and flicked it lightly into the air:
"Xiuyun, Qingxiuyun, hey, boy, isn't she just Mrs. Qing!"

"She is Mrs. Qing?" Zhang Yi was stunned.

"Hey, I'm afraid you were fooled by that little widow." Uncle Zeng grinned.

"I have something to do in the afternoon, so I won't be here tonight. If there are guests, you should deal with them yourself first."

Uncle Zeng stood up and prepared to go out.

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing Uncle Zeng about to open the door and go out, Zhang Yi suddenly remembered something:
"Uncle Zeng, what if I meet that kind of particularly difficult client and I don't know how to massage??"

Things were normal yesterday, but what if I encounter some difficult guy in the future?
Besides, Uncle Zeng is a very mysterious person. Since he was able to stay in this massage shop for so long, Zhang Yi didn't really believe that he was an ordinary person, so he took this opportunity to test the waters.

"That's it."

Uncle Zeng thought that Zhang Yi was determined to inherit the store, thought for a moment, and then lifted a small wooden box from under his stool.

The box was opened, and there were various bottles and jars inside.

"Simple muscle sprain, use this."

"If you want to loosen your skin, use this."

"Spine is uncomfortable, just take this."

Uncle Zeng briefly introduced the three medicinal wines to himself, and then pointed to Dai Moli.

"With the little girl you recruited, it's no problem to fool ordinary people."

"Well, Uncle Zeng taught me some massage techniques just now."

Dai Moli now looks confident in her massage techniques. Although she has become a ghost, she seems to have found a new way of life here.

Zhang Yi was not satisfied with this answer, and continued to ask:

"What if the injury is particularly serious, such as broken arms and legs, or even a broken head?"

Uncle Zeng raised the frame of the mirror and carefully examined Zhang Yi with his left eye, his expression gradually became serious.

"This is the most dangerous situation."

Zhang Yi raised his spirits.

"You better hope this guy is a psycho.

otherwise……

You should go to the psychiatric department of our fifth hospital. After all, you are still young, so don't give up treatment. "

Zhang Yi was stunned.

Dai Moli covered her mouth and laughed "giggling".

"jingle!"

When he came back to his senses, Uncle Zeng had already left.

Zhang Yi walked to the mirror and squeezed his face: "Crazy? Maybe, you need to know that the guest you pinched is a dead person, you are more crazy than me."

He put the wooden box aside first.

"Jasmine, I'm going out for a while, you look at the store first."

"Oh, good, come back soon."

"understood."

"jingle."

Zhang Yi went out and went to a nearby supermarket.

I will be inseparable from the massage shop for a while, and I need to prepare the toiletries.

Toothbrush, towel, skin cream.

Plus a little snack.

It's a pity that Dai Moli can't eat it, but she can watch herself eat it.

Carrying a bag full of daily necessities, he walked to the checkout counter. When he was about to pay the bill, Zhang Yi suddenly remembered that he needed to buy a water cup, not only for the convenience of drinking water, but at least the next time he took Dai Moli to go out, he didn't need to borrow it. Uncle's vacuum flask.

"Sorry, I forgot to buy something."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked back, but as soon as he turned around, a man caught off guard and made eye contact with Zhang Yi.

"what?"

This man I met yesterday, is the owner of the household in the third doorway.

Seeing that Zhang Yi noticed him, the other party immediately turned his head, pretending not to see Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi didn't think too much, there was a large supermarket nearby, and he quickly jumped over the man.

After I came to the shelf and picked a large-capacity thermos, I checked out and left with my things.

"Do you need to buy a new set of clothes?"

Zhang Yi looked at the clothes on his body that hadn't been changed for several days.

"It must be too late to buy now."

The sky outside had already started to darken, Zhang Yi would start to murmur in his heart as long as it was night now, he would not go out unless he could.

"Forget it, wash it tonight, and it will be almost dry tomorrow night."

"jingle!"

Pushing open the glass door, Zhang Yi walked in carrying his things.

Dai Moli is currently treating a guest to a spa. Seeing Zhang Yi come back, the guest lying on the massage chair turned her head: "Hey, we meet again, we are destined..."

　The bosses have built a tipping building in the book review area, everyone... Hehe, help me lay the floor, hehehehe
　　
　
(End of this chapter)