Chapter 2, Jing Ke

The pawnshop today certainly cannot be like those of the past with high counters; in fact, its decor is modeled after real estate sales offices: a spacious living room, a crystal glass table adorned with a liquid crystal computer, and a circle of leather sofas surrounding it. Aside from the absence of models, it is completely identical to a sales center. In such an environment, business can be discussed in as calm a manner as possible, even though you may have already known before entering that what we are offering is ill-gotten wealth.

I was infuriated. How could the ancients be so H? I exclaimed loudly: "Your sword is too short!"

Just as I was beginning to prepare my thoughts, the first client that Liu Lao Liu brought to me was unexpectedly Jing Ke

Jing Ke seems to have not yet recovered from his failure, appearing dazed and showing no interest in anything novel. He lowered his head to look at his feet and said: "Are you the master of the 'Fairyland'? Give me a house, and I will call for you when I think of anything else."

This is the entire course of events

Do not think of me as an unemployed drifter; strictly speaking, I am a manager (there are as many managers as there are cattle, and the correct measure word is '条'). I oversee a pawnshop

Dear, I am about to become an immortal, and Jing Ke is right above us

If you were to ask me why I fell in love with Baozi, it would undoubtedly be a beautiful mistake. On an afternoon when I had neither provoked nor offended anyone (does this sentence sound familiar?), I was walking innocently down the street when a woman with a figure of perfect proportions gracefully appeared before me; this woman was Baozi. Subsequently, this paradoxical woman, Baozi, piqued my curiosity. On another evening with ulterior motives, we enjoyed the works of Mutou Ran, Koze, Toyomaru, and Kuroki Kaori together, after which she possessively claimed me. In the most intoxicating moment, she held something in her mouth and sobbed, asking me: "What am I to you?"

Before the story fully unfolds, it is necessary for me to introduce myself (writing in the first person, are you going to bite me?). My name is Xiao Qiang, and I am 27 years old. Until I turned 15, I spent many years with this stable name. With the popularity of the film "The King of Comedy" and the appearance of that stunning cockroach, I acquired a new name: Xiao Qiang.

The character's surname is Xiang, and her full name is Xiang Baozi. Her father is the type of old accountant who wears glasses with lenses resembling soy sauce bottles and military green sleeves. He hopes that his daughter will grow up to become a glorious people's teacher, with students all over the world, just like spore plants.

Don't you think you are too short

Jing Ke was taken aback and looked up at me, asking, "Where am I lacking? What does this have to do with being short?"

I am both the manager of this pawnshop and its only employee. In fact, I have an assistant manager named Lao Pan, a 45-year-old middle-aged man who specializes in antique appraisal. Since I met him, I have only seen him twice: the first time was when I had dinner with Boss Hao, and the second time was when I invited him to authenticate a banknote that was said to be from the Republic of China period. Lao Pan took a glance and then left; at the door, he told me, "If anyone brings a ghost money note claiming it to be a Republic of China banknote for appraisal again, just call the police directly"

What? There are no pawn shops now? Then you are quite uninformed. In fact, there is one right in your city; you just need to look carefully, and you might find it in some corner. Of course, it is impossible to exchange a tattered piece of clothing for a few coins. In reality, we do not even accept well-known brands like Versace or Armani. The items we welcome the most are cars and property certificates, and we also accept old gold, silver, and antiques. This pawn shop is called "Jihao"; my boss, surnamed Hao, and since the release of "The Eighth Pawn Shop," my shop has gained a nickname: the 'several-numbered' (Hao Jihao) pawn shop. The items we welcome the most are cars and property certificates, and we also accept old gold, silver, and antiques. This pawn shop is called "Jihao"; my boss, surnamed Hao, and since the release of "The Eighth Pawn Shop," my shop has gained a nickname: the 'several-numbered' (Hao Jihao) pawn shop.

Jing Ke suddenly pulled out a short sword with a greenish-blue hairpin from his bosom: "Oh, I thought you were talking about my hair..."

Liu Laoliu sent Jing Ke off and then left quickly

This is not surprising, as they are an assassin and need to be vigilant in all directions

I know this person has a rather bad temper. Having been a killer for a lifetime, the greatest legend is that he never killed anyone, which is understandable given his frustration. I could only say loudly:

It was this Xiao Jing, who sang a mournful hip-hop by the Yishui River before assassinating King Qin, with Gao Jianli accompanying him on the drums, making quite an impression. Unfortunately, Xiao Jing was not skilled in his craft and was brutally beaten by King Qin. In a fit of rage, Xiao Jing spread his legs and made a gesture with strong sexual connotations towards King Qin (the above text is excerpted from Chapter N, Volume 2 of "A Thousand Years of Historical Drama", edited by Zhang Xiaohua)

The buns will be back soon, how should I tell her

I straightened my body and said, seemingly in immense pain: "Wife!"

Thinking of this, I hurried upstairs to find a set of clothes to give to Jing Ke, deceiving him by saying that anyone who arrives at the "Fairyland" must change into the appropriate attire according to the rules. However, this fellow ignored me and continued to daze, saying: "Why... why..."

I mentioned that classmate Xiao Jing is approximately 1.77 meters tall, quite robust, and wears a loose-fitting coarse cloth shirt. The most amusing part is that he has astigmatism: when one of his eyes is looking at you, the other eye seems to be almost hidden in his temple.

This is roughly my situation. My pawnshop is located on a rather desolate street, and I spend my days idly. I never expected that when something happened, it would trigger such a significant change. I have unexpectedly become a reserve for immortals, and I even have to attend to clients who have crossed over to my place.

However, the only benefit this name brought to Baozi is that Miss Xiang Baizi resembles Baozi very much. She works at a Baozi shop just across the street from me, specifically as a door greeter. Their shop specializes in a type of soup dumpling that is quite famous locally. Baozi used to be responsible for serving dishes, and whenever a customer called out "Baozi—", she would instinctively turn around, resulting in either dropping a plate or smashing a bowl. In the end, the manager had no choice but to transfer her to the entrance as a door greeter—this can only be explained by the fact that their manager is a good person; he could not possibly have any improper thoughts about Baozi. I know their manager well; he is a man who, after watching "The Ring", is too afraid to go home alone. He definitely lacks that kind of courage

I have long told you that I am very unlucky. How many male protagonists in time-travel novels start off with a girlfriend? Even if there are some, they are usually stunningly beautiful, right

This ... . ... accommodation is not a problem. There are still two rooms and a warehouse above the pawnshop, and my girlfriend Baozi and I have taken one of the rooms. I brought Jing Ke upstairs, and he sat on the ground foolishly, mumbling to himself: "Why ... ... why ... ... "

I haven't seen Boss Hao for half a year. After he gave me an account with 200,000, he never appeared again. In the latter half of last year, I only managed to close one deal: I used 60,000 to buy back a Passat that was 80% new. The profit from this deal was just enough to cover this year's hardware expenses. As for my salary—1,400 per month—it has to be subsidized by Boss Hao. No one knows what this old fox is up to; however, according to industry insiders, he has never engaged in a losing business. As for my salary—1,400 per month—it has to be subsidized by Boss Hao. No one knows what this old fox is up to; however, according to industry insiders, he has never engaged in a losing business.

I closed the door and stepped out, only to realize that my feet were drenched in sweat: from this moment on, I have embarked on my journey to immortality, and the first "client" I am to receive is none other than Jing Ke, the greatest assassin of all time. I glanced at the wall clock; my girlfriend Baozi would be off work soon.