Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

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Zhongshu held the script, head down:

"sorry......"

The actress said irritably:

What's the point of always saying sorry?!

Look at my lines, they're so long, how am I supposed to memorize them!

Also, the female lead's lines were really stupid.

Instead of apologizing, why not go back and revise the script properly?

Zhongshu shuddered when he heard the female lead's line sound stupid.

He looked up at the actress on stage, and, with a surge of courage from who-knows-where, began to speak:

"No, no, you can't change my script anymore!"

The actress's eyes turned cold. She took a step forward and stood at the edge of the stage, looking down at the viewer.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Zhongshu was breathing rapidly:

"You can't change my script anymore!"

Because of some experiences, he is severely afraid of strangers.

The actress's face grew increasingly cold.

The male actor jumped off the stage and approached Zhongshu.

His figure was tall, like a small giant to Zhongshu.

Zhongshu's heart was pounding, and his whole body was trembling.

He thought it was his body being scared.

Actually... he didn't know that this was due to a surge in adrenaline.

In other words, this type of person is most likely to kill someone in a fight.

The male actor quipped:

"Little brother, do you realize your voice is trembling?"

The actress laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Zhongshu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head again, unable to say a word.

"What are you all doing? Why aren't you rehearsing and making a fuss?"

A middle-aged woman walked in through the door.

The male and female actors quickly returned to the stage.

This person is the director.

The female director looked at Zhongshu, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

I'm afraid they've been bullied again.

She knew Zhongshu was very talented, but he was too timid.

This child is too kind and too insecure. Doesn't he know that kindness is often taken advantage of?

You can't always stand up for him yourself. You can't be so weak in this line of work, or he'll be completely ruined in the long run.

The female director said softly:

"Zhongshu, yesterday's performance was a great success. I'll give everyone a day off."

You should take this time to relax and rest.

Zhongshu was stunned for a moment:

"But the script..."

The female director laughed:

"It's already very good, no need to change it. Go back and adjust your mindset first."

Zhongshu lowered his head:

"Thank you, director."

......

Night in Liancheng.

Zhongshu came out of the convenience store carrying a plastic bag of beer and a bag of snacks.

Several children carrying flowers ran over:

"Brother, please buy a flower!"

"Once I sell all the flowers, I can go home for dinner."

"My third uncle rarely comes to the city, so once I sell all the flowers, I can go and visit him!"

Zhongshu was at a loss:

"Okay, okay, brother will buy it."

This happens every day.

The same group of children, the same teacher.

In fact, Zhongshu knew that these children were the children of the flower vendors in the neighborhood.

The idea that you can go home for dinner after selling flowers, or that your third uncle finally gets to come to the city, is all a lie.

Because these kids use the same excuses every day, and they're too lazy to change them.

Zhongshu gave all the money he had to the children, leaving only a little girl holding three flowers, looking at him expectantly.

Zhongshu said awkwardly:

"Yes, I'm sorry, I have no money left."

The little girl became disappointed, then handed the three flowers to Zhongshu:

"Then I'll give it to you; it'll wilt by tomorrow."

Zhongshu watched the little girl's retreating figure and gently sniffed the flower.

This is the first time someone has given me flowers.

Very happy.

Zhongshu crossed the street, walked to the park not far away, stopped at a bench, and scratched his head:

"I'm sorry, something came up today."

Zhongshu quickly opened the snack bag and handed out the ready-made lunch boxes inside.

The old beggar sat up from the bench, disgruntled, and said:

"Always something's going on, always something's going on, so useless!"

Zhongshu lowered his head:

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

The old beggar extended his little finger towards Zhongshu and beckoned:

"Fine, just don't stay up so late next time, I'm starving."

Zhongshu paused for a moment, then reached out his hand, hooking his little finger around the old beggar's:

"it is good."

The old beggar cursed:

"You idiot, who the hell made a pinky promise with you?! Give me my drink!"

"oh oh!"

Zhongshu quickly hung a bag of loose liquor on the old beggar's little finger.

The old beggar gulped it down.

A sip of wine, a bite of rice, and his mouth was covered in oil.

The old beggar, having eaten his fill, patted his belly and said:

"Give me two hundred dollars, I'm going to find a girl."

Zhongshu frowned:

"No, I don't have the money!"

The old beggar stared at the flowers in Zhongshu's hand and sneered:

"You have money to give to those little punks, but not to give me any fun, huh?"

Zhongshu shook his head vigorously:

"I won't give it to them even if they have the money. I can't do that kind of thing!"

The old beggar was furious:

"You're such a pain in the ass!"

Zhongshu lowered his head:

"sorry....."

The old beggar stared at Zhongshu for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing:

"What an idiot! How can there be someone like you these days?"

Zhongshu sat down beside him, head bowed:

"I know I'm too cowardly."

The old beggar shook his head:

"You're just too kind; you don't want to disappoint others."

"It's only because our country has a sound legal system that someone like you wouldn't have lived this long."

Zhongshu remained silent.

The old beggar suddenly said:

"How about you give me the flowers?"

Zhongshu handed the flowers to the old beggar, and after hesitating for a moment, he handed the three flowers that the little girl had given him to the old beggar.

The old beggar laughed and cursed:

"Now that you're reluctant to part with it, I'll give you two things instead of taking them for free."

The old beggar lifted his bedding roll, revealing a long, narrow object wrapped in black cloth:

"It's yours."

Zhongshu smiled, clearly very happy.

I received a gift for the second time tonight.

Zhongshu eagerly opened the black cloth, and when he saw what was inside, he was completely stunned.

It was a long spear.

It has a dull, dark gold color throughout.

It's like an ancient brass that has faded after being handled countless times and soaked in sweat and gunpowder.

The gun has black, smoky marks that look like patterns.

Zhongshu exclaimed in surprise:

"This is a gun! How did you get a gun! Possessing firearms is illegal!"

The old beggar hurriedly hit his head with his hand:

"Keep your voice down! You idiot! This is called an antique, do you understand what an antique is?"

Zhongshu examined it carefully.

This is a flintlock musket, originating from the late Middle Ages; it's truly an antique.

Zhongshu asked tentatively:

"Antique guns...aren't they illegal?"

The old beggar said irritably:

"I won't do it!"

Zhong Shudao:

"Shouldn't it be donated to a museum?"

The old beggar pondered for a moment, then chuckled and said:

"This gun isn't mine; it was lent to my brother by an old friend who owns an antique shop."

This gun has been in my possession ever since my brother died.

Could you do me a favor and return this gun to the antique shop?

Zhongshu nodded:

"Okay, I'm on vacation these few days anyway."

The old beggar reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope:

"This should also be given to the antique shop owner."

I told you I would give you a gift.

If you give those two items to the boss, he will give you a treasure.

I told him that the letter and the gun must be delivered together!

"If it weren't for the fact that you brought me meals for a year, you wouldn't have had such a great opportunity."

Zhongshu scratched his head:

"OK."

He didn't understand what the old beggar was saying.

But if you promise someone something, you must keep it.

Zhongshu suddenly remembered something:

"If the antique shop owner is a good friend of yours, then I can take you to visit him."

The old beggar was silent for a while, then murmured softly:

"No need, I won't live past tonight."

Zhongshu didn't hear clearly:

"What?"

The old beggar lay on the bench:

"Get lost, I need to sleep, you better get on with your business."

Don't even think about keeping this gun for yourself. Hmm... knowing your personality, I don't need to tell you.

Get out of here and go to sleep!

The old beggar gave him the order to leave, and Zhongshu, not wanting to bother him any longer, grabbed the envelope and the gun and left the park.

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