Xunting worked as a social animal for three years, but still decided to lie down and die
I rented a small, old-fashioned coffee shop in a remote location, and lived from 10 to 4 every day.
I thought that this kind of salted fish could live until the end of his life. Obviously, it was impossible.
One day during lunch break, Xunting had just hung up the door sign indicating that he was taking a rest and went to clean up the mess at the front desk. The wind chime hanging on the door rang, and he didn't even raise his head.
"Sorry, it's lunch break now, if you..."
"Excuse me, do you sell time here?"
"What?"
What to sell?
Xunting looked up at the outstanding-looking guest in front of him and felt that he should go to the mental hospital two blocks away, turning left.
Half an hour later
Xunting: "Can you make more money by selling your time?"
Pretending to be serious × superficial politeness
Intention: Grain Rain has arrived, waiting for the next meeting
