Chapter 757 Deep, Unfathomable

Although he wasn't a big smoker, Zheng Ren almost forgot about smoking when he went to the front line, and he couldn't even smoke for a few days. But there is nothing left and right now, and smoking a cigarette to pass the time is also good.

He found a small supermarket, bought a pack of Ziyun for ten yuan, and bought a disposable lighter.

The proprietress of the small supermarket was a little curious when she saw Zheng Ren's clothes and the cigarettes he bought. When Zheng Ren went out, she kept staring at Zheng Ren's back.

"What are you thinking?" the boss asked.

"The man who bought cigarettes just now, guess how much he is wearing?" the proprietress asked.

"Buy Ziyun, how much clothes can you wear? It's amazing, and he can't be a rich person when he goes to Baili Supermarket to buy vegetables." The boss said casually.

Opening a supermarket, I have met all kinds of people, and I have seen countless people.

"Tch, what do you know. Although his suit is not custom-made, it is not cheap either. At least...a suit costs 30,000 to 50,000." The proprietress saw Zheng Ren walk into a corner through the transparent glass door. , leisurely lit a cigarette, and said.

"Bet, I'm going to add meat to dinner tonight. I've been eating vegetarian for the past few days, and I'm so hungry." The boss said with a smile: "I'll ask later, if you make a mistake, remember to add meat to me." vegetable."

"You ask, it's strange that people can tell you." The proprietress said contemptuously: "This is not revealing the wealth. Do you think that you are just like you, with a little money? Besides, how many times have you had a heart attack because you still want to eat meat?" Already? No way!"

Zheng Ren didn't know that someone was looking at him, and he had become a scenery in the eyes of others.

He carried the vegetables, went to a corner with few people, approached the trash can, and lit a purple cloud.

After smoking, it is also good to go to the system library to read periodicals and magazines to pass the time.

He put the plastic bag on the ground, began to send positioning information to Xie Yiren, and told Xiao Yiren not to worry, drive slowly.

After smoking, Zheng Ren entered the system library and began to read magazines.

Various medical journals and magazines gather studies of countless cases. There are not many that are valuable, or that are valuable to Zheng Ren.

But this is a step that must be taken, and Zheng Ren didn't feel bored, on the contrary, he was very happy.

More than an hour passed without knowing it.

While watching, a voice came.

"President Zheng, what a coincidence." The voice sounded a little familiar, and Zheng Ren immediately came out of the system space.

At first glance, it turned out to be Song Ying.

We met last night and met again today, of course it was really a coincidence.

"Manager Song, who is this?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile.

"It's not that a customer ordered something weird. It was a bit sudden. I came here to see if it was from the place of origin and whether it was still fresh. After a quick look, it was not bad, and someone sent it back." Song Ying said.

Zheng Ren didn't care too much about what ingredients Song Ying went to get, he was not very interested in eating.

As for which restaurant here will have rare and rare ingredients, Zheng Ren didn't think about it at all.

"Oh, I'm here to buy groceries after get off work, wait for my girlfriend to pick me up." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Now when I talk about the three words girlfriend, I have become more and more proficient, and I am not at all jerky and shy at the beginning.

Song Ying wanted to make friends, and happened to meet Zheng Ren, which was also considered fate, so he asked someone to deliver the ingredients and left, and made another phone call before returning.

"Is Mr. Zheng still used to being on 912?" Song Ying asked.

"Fortunately, it's much more comfortable than before. I used to be an inpatient in the emergency department and couldn't go home." Zheng Ren replied.

Although Song Ying interrupted his reading, he didn't dislike him. Zheng Ren thought it would be nice to have a chat with him.

"This is my business card. If you need any ingredients in the future, just call and they will be delivered soon. The price will be based on the market price. Mr. Zheng can rest assured." Song Ying took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren took the business card, and saw the name printed on it, and the phone number underneath. The overall style is quite simple, without company names and numerous titles.

This should be a very personal business card, Zheng Ren guessed.

"The ingredients are the freshest, and they are definitely better than what you buy here." Song Ying said.

"Then I'll trouble you." Although Zheng Ren had nothing to do, but after all, he had good intentions and seemed to save a lot of trouble.

With that said, he put away his business card.

"It's not close to here from Palme d'Or, why don't I take you back, it's just on the way." Song Ying said.

"No need, I guess my girlfriend will be here soon." Zheng Ren glanced into the distance, seeing the turbulent flow of people and vehicles, he couldn't see where Xie Yi was.

Song Ying didn't care, and chatted with Zheng Ren for a few minutes without saying a word.

Talking about Haicheng from 912, this Manager Song is indeed someone who has been fighting in the rivers and lakes. He talks about people when he sees people, and he talks nonsense when he sees people. He always speaks to the point.

Simple chat, neither too enthusiastic nor cold, as if two old friends chatting for many years.

Unknowingly, it gives people a kind feeling.

As he spoke, Zheng Ren's cell phone rang.

Seeing that it was Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren quickly waved his hand and made a sorry expression.

"Hello, Yi Ren."

"Oh, okay, then I'll go find you."

After speaking, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"Manager Song, parking is not allowed here. My girlfriend is waiting for me nearby, so I'm going first." Zheng Ren said apologetically.

"Okay, when Director Kong comes back, you must pay me a visit." Song Ying said with a smile.

"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded.

"Call if you need it. You won't be free, but I will pay you according to the purchase price. Mr. Zheng plus the delivery fee will be fine." Song Ying pointed to the pocket where Zheng Ren put his business card, and smiled.

It's a very sincere move to mention this matter for the second time. And there are rules and know how to measure.

Zheng Ren smiled, turned and left.

Song Ying watched Zheng Ren go further and further, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

In the smog, although Zheng Ren's figure blended into the crowd, he was seen by Song Ying like a falcon. Ever since he went for surgery, he has been very interested in that little doctor in Haicheng.

It's a coincidence that we met each other two days in a row. Song Ying thought, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, wondering if this little doctor can stand firmly in the emperor. It's not easy to live in the capital, it's not a joke.

A few hundred meters away, Zheng Ren got into a black sports car, which then drove away slowly.

Song Ying was taken aback for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the sports car until he couldn't see it.

With its exquisite body and flowing curves, Song Ying could almost hear the pleasant low roar of the vehicle's engine from a few hundred meters away.

Is it an Aston Martin One-77?

There is no doubt that Song Ying believes in his own eyesight. But this expensive sports car has never been able to be with that gentle and honest face.

It's like the existence of two worlds, collocated together, it's so ridiculous.

There are only 77 cars in the world, and only 5 cars seem to be sold in China.

It is easy to know whose car it is, but Song Ying has no such idea.

Mr. Zheng, it seems, is deeper than he imagined.