Mr.president, you are too gentle

After walking through this street, there is a green river. On the river bank, there are sightseeing boats waiting for guests. Fu Xiaoxiao glanced around and inexplicably remembered that Bai Suzhen had just come to the world. It was such a light rain weather.

Wearing white clothes and holding the oil paper umbrella thousands of years ago, she met the man in a small boat. There are layers of ripples on the green river, which looks particularly elegant and beautiful.

Fu Xiaoxiao suddenly became interested and came forward thinking of getting on board. There were no other guests on board, only boatman sat in bow of the boat and smoked with the a very old-fashioned pipe.

It is clearly a modern white sightseeing ship, but in the curl of smoke, it looks like it was on an ancient oil covered ship.

Seeing Fu Xiaoxiao coming, the boatman shook his pipe, stopped Fu Xiaoxiao, and indifferently pointed to a small pavilion on the bank. "Buy a ticket first and get on board with the ticket."

Looking in the direction of the pipe, there was indeed a small pavilion. Fu Xiaoxiao nodded and turned to the small pavilion. There was a middle-aged woman dozing with her chin.

I'm sorry to disturb others' sleep, but Fu Xiaoxiao knocked on the window to indicate that he needed a ticket. The middle-aged woman who was disturbed was obviously a little unhappy and pushed open the glass window with some impatience.

"A ticket is sixty, only cash." her expression was full of fatigue and impatience.

A woman's accent is with the softness of Jiangnan, but it is disliked because of her obvious impatience and her old and flawed face.

Fu Xiaoxiao sipped his mouth and was glad that he had the habit of taking more money when he went out. He took a one hundred and handed it to the window, but there was some doubt in his heart.

Since I arrived at the ancient city, I found that the people here seem to be particularly tired. Almost all the staff I met were impatient and bored, as if they really did the job only for money.

She didn't meet many other tourists when she came in. The whole tourist spot looked bleak. There is no economy without tourists. No wonder these people are sleepy all day.

Think of here, pay small heart inside inexplicably have some unhappy. Obviously, he is also a consumer, but on the premise of consumption, he is blinded by these people. A breath of gas also makes him pay a lot of hardness.

Soon, the woman handed a red ticket from the window and came out with forty yuan. Waving his hand and lying on the table again, he seemed to want to continue his dream just now.

Holding the red ticket, Fu Xiaoxiao turned and walked to the boat. The boatman had finished smoking. He was knocking his pipe on the edge of the stone, his eyes focused as if there were only his own pipe in the world.

"Master, this is the ticket." Fu Xiaoxiao handed the red ticket to him.

The boatman glanced at it in a hurry and then said, "we can't open it until a while. If we can't wait, keep the ticket back."

It is true that there are such people, but they discourage others from spending. The attitude of Fu Xiaoxiao's experience all the way makes people feel a little angry. She is also used to the lazy attitude here and learns how to deal with it.

Just sipped his lips and didn't answer. He turned directly and got on the boat.