My friends are gods

Chapter 75 No Progress
After finishing all this, Song Qiming got up and went to Huayuan Community.

The prepared flowers and notes were put into the lattice cabinet, and then they left slowly.

The rest of the time is spent waiting for the phone call at home.

In a short period of time, many people have already called him. After all, as long as anyone who comes, there will be 100 yuan in cash. People who drop by or have nothing to do will stop by.

At this time, Song Qiming was full of people sitting in front of him.

Song Qiming, on the other hand, was sitting on a bench in a park near Xuyang Community, looking at a group of women in front of him.

As young as elementary school students, as old as middle-aged women in their 50s and [-]s.

This made Song Qiming click his tongue secretly.

It's only 100 yuan, how come so many people come?

A little girl came over, she looked like she was only in her teens, and she took off her shoes in front of Song Qiming, revealing her little white feet.

There is a burn scar on the instep.

Song Qiming touched the little girl's head with a smile, and said, "Little friend, this is a burn, not a mark, so don't count."

The child said in a childish voice, "Didn't you explain it clearly?"

have to.

Song Qiming had no choice but to be as knowledgeable as a child, so he took out 100 yuan and handed it to her, watching the little girl bounce away.

Another foot stretched out in front of Song Qiming.

Subconsciously, Song Qiming covered his nose, the smell was so damn strong.

He looked.

Looking up, it was an aunt in sloppy clothes.

Song Qiming smiled wryly and said, "Auntie, you are mud, not a mark, so don't count."

……

Garden District.

Tutoring time is almost here.

Ji Qiuxue came out of the room and came to the 503 grid cabinet. When she opened it, it was the same as the previous two days, and there were flowers again.

She sneered, opened the note, and it was the same as the previous two times.

Just about to throw the note away.

Suddenly, Ji Qiuxue's eyes fixed on the words on the note, her eyes became brighter and more shocked.

"How can this font be so perfect?"

For a moment, she was attracted by the font, and murmured: "Why didn't I notice two days ago, with such a calligraphy, that foot fetishist can definitely enter the major calligraphy associations..."

Two days ago, Ji Qiuxue would tear the note to pieces just by glancing at its contents.

But after two days of buffering, the anger in her heart also subsided a little, and she naturally noticed the excellence of the font.

As a teacher, Ji Qiuxue naturally has some opinions on calligraphy.

It can be said unceremoniously that this is the most outstanding calligraphy that Ji Qiuxue has ever seen, and no one can surpass it.

For a while, Ji Qiuxue was a little crazy.

After a while, she slowly looked away and was about to throw the note away, but after thinking about it, this was genuine calligraphy, and it could even rise to the level of a work of art, so she was reluctant to throw it away.

After hesitating for a while, Ji Qiuxue put the note in her pocket, went outside, and threw the flowers into the trash can.

"It's been three days in a row, didn't he really mean it?"

On the way to the tutoring, Ji Qiuxue inevitably had some thoughts in her heart: "Otherwise, it would be impossible to keep apologizing to me, and how does he know where I live?

Could it be that he followed me all the time, but didn't plot against me on the way, so this is really a misunderstanding? "

Shaking her head, Ji Qiuxue restrained her thoughts.

Whether he misunderstood or not, even if he misunderstood, that guy is still a foot fetish!

Tutoring went well.

When I came back, it was already night.

Ji Qiuxue sat cross-legged on the bed, surfed the Internet on her mobile phone, and read some news.

A piece of news caught Ji Qiuxue's attention.

And this news was released by Song Qiming anonymously on the website.

In the news, there is also a picture, which is the specific request for tracing.

"Is there a mark on the foot?"

Ji Qiuxue frowned, raised her foot with one hand, looked at the imprint on the sole of her foot, and was dazed.

On the soles of her feet, there is a book-like imprint, but this book-like imprint is only half-turned, and it has not been fully opened. It is precisely because of this book-like imprint that Ji Qiuxue chose the teacher's path .

"Who is looking for this mark?"

Ji Qiuxue whispered to herself: "It's a full 50 yuan. With this 50 yuan, you can go home for the New Year with peace of mind."

She murmured, her mind in a trance for a while.

But for some reason, she thought of Song Qiming, who specialized in looking at the soles of people's feet.

Is it...

Is it a person?

Ji Qiuxue was puzzled, and looked at the detailed information of the missing person. There was no name, only a phone number.

"If it wasn't for him, I'd like to try it."

Thinking to herself, Ji Qiuxue took out her cell phone and dialed that number.

Soon, someone connected to the phone, and a tired voice came from inside.

"Who? Are there any marks on your feet?"

Upon hearing this voice, Ji Qiuxue's pretty face changed, and she hung up the phone directly. She was so familiar with this voice that it even appeared in her dream two days ago.

She sat on the bed blankly, blinked, and murmured: "It's really him."

……

tired!
After a whole day, Song Qiming felt tired the most.

During the day, there was no one who stopped, and they all came to show Song Qiming the marks on his feet.

Most of the people have no marks, some are painted with a pen, and some are scars.

After a whole day, the money was spent and there was no progress at all.

Just now, someone called, but after getting through, they hung up without saying a word.

This made Song Qiming even more speechless.

He was glad that he didn't say that the imprint on the sole of the foot was a book, otherwise, how could a group of people draw a book on the sole of the foot to find him?
"Do you want to remove this thing..."

Song Qiming muttered to himself: "It's too much to go on like this every day."

There are so many strange things in this world, Song Qiming met many strange things for a mere 100 yuan.

If things go on like this, maybe what else will happen.

At that moment, Song Qiming hurriedly canceled all the news on the Internet, and then notified those who posted small advertisements, and destroyed all the small advertisements posted overnight. After all this was done, Song Qiming breathed a sigh of relief.

This method didn't work, and it was declared a failure.

dawn.

This is the remittance time agreed with the bank. After getting up, Song Qiming went to the Huayuan community first, put the flowers and notes into the 503 compartment, and then went to the bank.

With the appointment, the remittance went much smoother this time, and within a short time, 1000 million was transferred to Lu Mingxue's bank account.

Song Qiming called Lu Mingxue and said, "The money has been transferred, please check it."

"OK, all right."

Lu Mingxue's voice was a bit haggard, and her speech was weak, as if she was forcibly raising her spirits to communicate with Song Qiming.

Song Qiming didn't think too much about it, pretending that Lu Mingxue didn't sleep well, he said with a smile, "Then I'm also a shareholder of the company, and you have to take me to visit the company from now on."

"Well, definitely." Lu Mingxue replied.

(End of this chapter)