July in Jianghai City is as hot as a steamer. The asphalt road was scorched by the sun, and cicadas were shouting at the top of their lungs from the trees, which made people upset.
Although the air conditioning was on in the lobby of Jubaozhai, Lin Feng's back was already soaked. He was holding an old piece of cotton cloth in his hand and was carefully wiping a blue and white porcelain vase half as tall as a man. This is a delicate job. If you use too much strength, you will be afraid of damaging it. If you use too much strength, you will not be able to wipe off the dust in the paste.
"Be smart! Haven't you eaten?"
A drake's voice broke the tranquility in the store. The manager, Fatty Wang, walked over with a fat belly that looked like he was ten months pregnant, holding two walnuts in his hand. He glanced sideways at Lin Feng and let out a cold breath from his nostrils: "If you can't clean the goods on this shelf today, you won't be able to get your meager salary next month."
Lin Feng gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said, "I understand, Manager Wang."
