It was late at night and the cold wind blew.

The supermarket shop opposite the resident yard of CCB has closed, and there are only a handful of businesses that can open until 9 pm. But the hot business day has made the clerks very excited, and four or five people are chattering and laughing non-stop.

Zhou Qingfeng originally expected to recruit more than 100 people to collect garbage recycling and then be satisfied. But He Yulan is more radical than him. He has hired more than 500 people under the "Harmony" system, and it has relied on the "Holy Light" system to support dozens of cadres.

So much work was completed in one and a half months, and the management was quite crude, and it was made entirely by money. Zhou Qingfeng's initial funding was spent one-third, and it cost a lot of money to recruit and train personnel, rent and build various venues alone.

But all the efforts were earned several times on the first day of the supermarket opening.

Across the street of the store, a figure hid in the dark and peeked for a long time. When the clerk was picked up by the "Chang'an Star" and returned to the dormitory, he walked out of the shadow of the street tree, took out a small notebook, and recorded the door number and location of the business.

This man is about forties, medium-sized, dressed in ordinary clothes, and can't tell anything special. But if you look closely at the small notebook in his hand, there are many things on it, which are basically related to the "Holy Light" system.

After completing the record, the middle-aged man rode a bicycle back to the small hotel in the city where he stayed. The hotel is located in the alley in the old city, with dilapidated, dirty, and spider-web-like wires interspersed back and forth. The hotel owner leaned against the greasy front desk and fell asleep in a military coat.

"Hard, is there any boiling water?" The middle-aged man must have lived in this hotel for a long time. After he came back, he gently tapped the front desk and woke up the boss's wife.

The boss's wife was very unhappy and opened her eyes and cursed in Tianyang dialect, saying, "Five cents a bottle."

The middle-aged man took out a piece of paper ticket from his pocket, took the five cents coin he had recovered, expressed his gratitude, and then carried a bottle of boiled water upstairs and went to his room.

There was a small room behind the front desk. The boss was probably sleeping inside and asked what happened outside. The boss's wife said unhappily in dialect: "It's the outsider on the third floor who came back in the middle of the night."

The couple who run a hotel talked nonsense and continued to sleep.

The middle-aged man carried a boiled water bottle upstairs and went to the door of his room, looking around like a thief. There was only a dim light bulb in the corridor, and there was a pissing snoring in the corner. Occasionally, you could hear snoring from the next room.

Open the door and there is a single room inside.

The middle-aged man checked the secret notes he left in the house, hoping to make sure that after he left, outsiders had never come in. However..., there were signs of being turned around, and the two dollars left deliberately left inside were gone.

Obviously, the hotel owner has come in.

There is nothing else.

The middle-aged man closed the windows, pulled the curtains tightly, turned on the lights, and sat at the wooden table in the room. He carried all his important things with him, including a recorded brochure, a mobile phone, several hundred dollars in funding, and a map of Tianyang.

When the map was opened, the middle-aged man marked the information he had obtained during the day. There were office sites with "Sheng Light Machinery" on it, new construction sites, trading houses, and even Nantou Township and Mawang Village. It means that he had been to these places.

I knew about some places but had never been to them, and there were also marks, such as the dock warehouse in Taiping Bridge. There were problems there at first glance, but the middle-aged man did not go there rashly, so he seemed very careful.

After making the mark, the middle-aged man took out an enamel bowl from his suitcase, grabbed two corrugated surfaces, poured them in boiling water, put them in some seasonings, and waited for five minutes before starting to eat.

As he ate, he suddenly smiled bitterly in a hoarse voice and said, "That guy made such a big deal, but I am hiding here. The society today is really deformed."

He was self-deprecating, but the middle-aged man didn't do much else. He was extremely self-disciplined and checked the living environment after dinner, and finally went to bed to rest. The next day, he woke up on time at half past six, set up some secret notes, and brought the necessary things and went out.

The hotel reception desk has changed the boss on duty and glanced at it. The accommodation management of this small hotel is not strict, the price is low, and it is okay without an ID card. However, there are still not many guests staying in a single room, and many passengers staying in double and three, or even large shops.

"Go out?"

"yes."

After a brief greeting, the hotel owner knew that the guest was outside during the day and did not come back until late at night. The other party had been here for three or four days. However, the boss's relatives also opened a hotel and accidentally chatted that the person had arrived in Tianyang for at least half a month.

In half a month, the middle-aged man was alone, and he changed several residences back and forth, and never stayed in one place for a long time.

Strange people, like spies.

The hotel owner shook his head and didn't think much about it. There are too many strange people going out these days, and they are everywhere with strange things. Ordinary people can't touch it, but the small hotel is where they gather.

After leaving the hotel, the middle-aged man was thinking about the investigation over the past half month. He came to a bus stop and was about to find out the business conditions of the Harmonious Supermarket. He happened to see a breakfast stall brought by a motorized tricycle behind the platform, which opened at half past six.

When he got up early, his belly was empty. The middle-aged man leaned over and greeted him: "Master, it's quite early."

The stall owner is quite old, and he laughed and asked what he wanted, "The soy milk was cooked by grinding beans in the morning, and the fried dough sticks were released. The buns and steamed buns have to wait a while, but they have not been steamed yet."

The middle-aged man didn't think much, "I want two meat buns and soy milk. If they are not steamed, I can wait a moment."

Now there are no paper cups. If you drink soy milk, you either bring your own kettle or use the iron bowl on the stall. The used bowls are thrown into a special bucket and will not be used again before cleaning.

"You guys are doing this very particular business." It will take about ten minutes to wait until the buns are cooked. The middle-aged man actually knows some details, but he deliberately asks a few questions.

The stall owner poured a bowl of soy milk from the insulating furnace, added a spoonful of sugar, and handed it to the middle-aged man and said cheerfully: "It's true that we are not used to it when we receive training. But there is nothing we can do, the boss just asks for it. If you don't care about hygiene, you can't do this job."

The stall owner wore a mask and a chef's hat, and his apron was snow-white and clean. The middle-aged man asked, "Is your boss..."

"Zhou Qingfeng, Mr. Zhou, of the 'Holy Light'. Who doesn't know about him now? He recently started a 'harmonious supermarket' and also operated breakfast. He said that he could earn a little, which would solve the problem of employment."

Before seven o'clock, there were not many people taking the bus to work. The platform was still empty, and the stall owner opened up and started chatting.

"Don't say that we ordinary people do need such a job. I am a retired employee in the city, but I also have to live. The factory was not very profitable, and the retirement salary was only paid once every six months. It would be a big deal to earn some money this month."

“It’s so hard to make breakfast.”

"Hi..., we prepared the table at the headquarters of the trading company last night. The noodles, oil and coal must be complete. We got up at four in the morning, drove in the car at six in the morning, and closed the stall at ten in the morning.

The breakfast stall was pulled over with a tricycle. After the stall was unloaded, the tricycle could still go to transportation and continue to make money. After a month, as long as you don’t be lazy, it would be no problem to earn 200 yuan. This is higher than my past salary.”

As he spoke, the buns were slowly steamed.

The middle-aged man looked at the appearance of the bun and asked again: "Do you pack these buns by hand or machine?"

The stall owner seemed to meet a soulmate who knew what he knew, "It's handmade bags now, but it's going to use a machine bag in the future. I heard that Mr. Zhou thought the labor was too slow and he had already asked for a food processing machine. But how do you make buns by the machine? It's really hard to think of it."
Chapter completed!