61 Occupational Illness (1/2)

Chapter 61: Occupational Illness

Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

There were not many people on the bus heading towards the center of the city due to it being business hours. There were handfuls of empty seats. He sat in a corner, picked up his phone, and took out a business card from his wallet.

Longfeng Jewelry Store Shop Guide

Su Min

Telephone: xxxxxxxxxxx

After he had obtained this business card last time, he had casually stuffed it into his wallet. He had originally thought that it was useless, but in the end it had come into use very quickly. If he did not have this business card, he really would not know the name of the female shop guide, as her appearance was a bit blurred in his mind. He remembered that the female shop guide had told him that if he came again next time, he could get a discount if he looked for her. No matter how much the discount, one dollar was still money. He could save a little and count a little; even mosquito legs were meat! He dialed the phone number.

”Hey?” The counterparty picked up.

”Hi, is this Su Min from Longfeng Jewelry Store?” he asked.

”Yes, who is this?” The speech was very respectful.

”My surname is Zhang. It’s like this, I bought stuff from you last time,” he said.

”Oh, Mr. Zhang. May I ask if there are any problems?” The other party’s tone immediately became anxious. She probably had thought that maybe some quality issues had appeared for the jewelry that was bought.

”No problems, but you gave me a business card when I left, and said that there would be a discount the next time I came…”

The other party suddenly felt at a loss, and even stuttered when speaking.

”Ah, oh, that…yes, if you buy a second time, then I can give you a discount of two percent,” the tone became stiff, as if reading a script.

”Ok, then I will go over there right now. I will arrive in a moment,” he replied.

”All right. I will wait for you.” She waited for him to take the initiative to hang up the phone after she had finished talking.

It was cloudy, and the winds were strong too. The flags on the flagpoles at the entrance of public institutions were blowing to and fro from the wind. In solar terms, it seemed to have already entered the beginning of the autumn season.

It wasn’t cold during the day; a long-sleeved shirt would be enough if one did not go bike riding. Fashionable women on the street would add shawls or velvet vests; it was too early to put away skirts and dresses. In the past, Zhang Zian’s eyes would never stray from beautiful women when he strolled the streets. But now, he would involuntarily look around for pets at the ends of alleys, no matter if their owners led them along, or if they were strays. He really wanted to wake himself up by slapping himself: ”Was this a f*cking occupational hazard?” he thought.

Pet cats and dogs raised by Chinese families add up to at least thousands, millions, and maybe even more than a hundred million. Among them, the majority were mixed breeds. The rate of purebreds for dogs was higher, and even lower for cats.