Chapter 35 Daily Life at the Village Entrance "Ding, 1200 yuan has been received from WeChat Pay." Upon hearing the payment information, Zhang Chi handed the car keys to the other party. Liu Guoliang had an idea. The rent for three days would cost 1000 yuan for himself and 1200 yuan for Yaoyao's father. Moreover, my car has been modified. It seems that this boss really gave me a big discount. Liu Guoliang felt very happy. Yaoyao's father was also very happy. Other places cost 500 yuan a day, but here it was actually 100 yuan cheaper. I didn’t expect that Liu Guoliang, a small bank clerk, knew so many people. 300 yuan in three days is not a small amount of money for people in such a small place. "Thank you, Lao Liu." "Well, what's there to thank me for? Are you really not going to let him see your car?"
Yaoyao's father thought about it, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I've already called the 4S store, and they're on their way here." Upon hearing this, Liu Guoliang looked at Zhang Chi apologetically. It doesn't matter whether you are relaxed or not. Many car owners will naturally trust 4S shops more than other auto repair shops. Little do they know that 4S stores specialize in taking advantage of their old customers and they rip them off even more ruthlessly than those auto repair shops outside! Watched the two of them leave. Zhang Chi clicked on the micropayment and looked at the 2200 yuan in his account happily. "If I can rent out 10 cars a month, that would be pretty good. I can definitely make over 10,000 yuan a month." But that was the old idea. Zhang Chi was now even more worried. He put his phone back to charge and yawned. "Chizi, have you rented out another one?" "Ah, yes." Looking back, I saw my mother Fu Li walking in happily, carrying a bucket in her hand. "What is this for?" "Mom has nothing to do anyway, so I'll mop this place for you." Zhang Chi was speechless. Isn't it good to have nothing to do? However, the contrast is quite big that it has suddenly become quiet in the past two days. The temporary workers in the village also stopped working. Although they earned a thousand yuan in a few days, people are always unsatisfied. These days, people often come to ask Zhang Chi if they can continue to stay, even if the salary is a little lower. But Zhang Chi’s business is only this big now.
To repair the car, Daguang’s help is enough. In the parking lot, Lao Zhang is enough to watch over it alone. There is a small shop and a dune buggy, and my mom can handle the cashiering by herself. As for the toilet and bathroom, Zhang Chi left an old lady from the village. This old lady lives alone with a grandson at home. They live a very tight life, and Zhang Chi can be considered to be helping them. But they only paid the other party 2500 yuan a month. It's not that they are stingy, but they are afraid that if the salary is too high, some relatives and friends will gossip about their family behind their backs. This is how it is in the countryside. If you dare to offer high salaries to outsiders, your own people will definitely have some thoughts, no matter how capable they are. So, Zhang Chi felt sorry for the old aunt and would occasionally invite her and her little grandson over to have a meal together. The little guy is younger than Longji. He studies very hard, but he is as thin as a little carrot. From time to time, Zhang Chi would ask his mother to make him some fish soup or pork rib soup to nourish his body. The old aunt saw all this and was very grateful to Zhang Chi's family, and she did things efficiently. However, if the same thing happened to those relatives, they would probably make sarcastic remarks like the food was not tasty. Walk to the front of the store. Zhang Chi happened to see a little kid squatting on the ground writing and drawing. Zhang Chi walked over and took a look, and saw that the boy was actually writing English words from memory. Perhaps because he heard the footsteps, he turned his head to look at Zhang Chi. He was stunned at first, and then he showed a very bright and innocent smile. "Uncle Chizi, do you know how to write the English word for motherland?" Zhang Chi: “…” If you hadn't asked this, we could have continued chatting today. "Uh, haha, think about it again, I still have something to do." Zhang Chi fled in panic. Just after walking a short distance, I saw Longji, a kid with a shifty look in his eyes, dragging a snakeskin bag towards me. Zhang Chi frowned. Long Ji looked around and made sure that no one noticed before he asked, "Brother Chizi, do you collect cables here?" As he spoke, he spread out the snakeskin bag, revealing a few black things inside. Zhang Chi leaned over to take a look and frowned, "You're going to die, where did this thing come from?" Long Ji curled his lips and said, "You don't ask where a hero comes from, and you don't ask where a cable comes from. Brother Chizi, do you understand the rules?" "I~"
Zhang Chi was so angry that his liver ached. He now really hopes that school will start as soon as possible and there will be no summer vacation. Especially that brat Long Ji, he is even worse than when he was a kid. He used to work as a waiter for his father Long Jianchuan and may have earned a lot of pocket money and tasted the sweetness of being rich, but now he is actually learning from others to steal cables? "Forget it. If you don't want me to sell it to the junk collector in the next village." Long Ji waved his hand, turned around and left dragging the snakeskin bag. His movements were so quick and decisive, it was as if he was looking down on Zhang Chi. Zhang Chi let out a breath, and when he saw Long Ji, it was as if he saw his own past. "Just think of it as a good deed." Zhang Chi stepped forward and stepped on the cable, saying, "How much money can a junk collector give you?" Long Ji scratched his head, he didn't know either. These cables were actually stolen by him from a rag collector, and now they have been returned to their original owner. Seeing his confused face, Zhang Chi knew that this kid was probably doing this for the first time, so it seemed there was still hope. "I think you should stop doing this. Do you want to make money?" Long Ji's eyes lit up and he nodded frantically. "Brother Chizi, I want to save money to buy that." Zhang Chi looked in the direction of his finger and saw that Long Ji was pointing at the beach buggy that was placed in front of the store for rent. "Why did you buy that?" "open ah." Long Ji rolled his eyes in disdain, feeling that Zhang Chi was talking nonsense. If I don’t open it, will it look good if I buy it and put it on display? Zhang Chi knocked on Long Ji's forehead speechlessly and said, "How about this, you work here for me this summer and I'll pay you." Long Ji looked at Zhang Chi doubtfully. Zhang Chi looked at the little carrot head who had been squatting in the corner for some time and said, "Long Zhang, come here." The little carrot head is called Long Zhang, which sounds like a person who will achieve great things. Long Zhang raised his head timidly and saw that Long Ji was a little afraid, but since Zhang Chi was there, he still mustered up the courage to walk over. Long Ji also saw him, but he didn't care about the nerd. Zhang Chi said, "Long Zhang has a collection of his essays. You can translate it into English. It's 10 yuan per essay. Do you want to do it?" Long Zhang’s eyes lit up. Long Ji frowned and asked, "What's the point of translating essays?" Zhang Chi glared at him unhappily and made up a white lie, saying, "I have a friend who lives abroad. His child cannot speak Mandarin since birth, but he wants to come back to attend primary school. I will translate this essay and explain it to the child." Children are easy to fool. The two children nodded at the same time to show that it made sense.
Long Ji thought for a moment and said, "No matter how much money your friend gives you, you won't take a kickback from us, right?" Zhang Chi: “…” Damn it! I paid out of my own pocket to help you get on the right path, and you actually suspect that I enriched myself? "Whoo~" Zhang Chi exhaled heavily and cursed: "It's up to you to do it or not. If you don't do it, you can earn more." When Long Zhang heard this, his eyes lit up again, but he still glanced at Long Ji with some worry. Zhang Chi saw that Long Ji was still thinking. He simply played hard to get and said, "If you don't want to do it, get out. Long Zhang, go get a dictionary and start translating. Then sit at the cashier counter. There is a fan there. When you are done translating, tell me and I will pay you." After saying that, he turned around and left. Sure enough, when Long Ji heard the words "settlement of wages", he immediately became excited. "Well, Brother Chizi, I want to be a translator too. Can you give me some essays?" Zhang Chi stopped and said, "That's easy. You start translating from the first essay, and Long Zhang starts from the last one." Long Ji smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll go back and get the composition book and dictionary. Long Zhang, you can start after I get here." Seeing this, Zhang Chi smiled smugly in his heart. Suddenly seeing Long Zhang's tangled look, he immediately laughed and asked, "Has he bullied you?" Long Zhang thought about it and shook his head. Zhang Chi laughed and said, "Although this kid is a bit of a jerk, he is not likely to do anything wrong to people from the same village. Don't be so afraid of him in the future. If he dares to attack you, just tell me. I won't beat him to death." Hearing this, Long Zhang nodded and said with a bright smile: "Thank you, Uncle Chizi!" (End of this chapter)