Chapter 1288

Since living off campus, Shen Dapeng has gone to bed late and got up late because he doesn't have to worry about getting up early for class every day. His work and rest time is very different from before.

After talking to Wang Yuying on the phone for half an hour, Shen Dapeng couldn't help rubbing his dizzy forehead.

It was nearly midnight when they came back with Li Zeyu last night. They were sleeping in the morning. They were awakened by Tang Wei. They didn't sleep for a few hours.

Shen Dapeng lay back in bed and felt much more comfortable.

It seems that it's time to take a nap. Otherwise, where does the spirit come from?

As soon as Shen Dapeng closed his eyes, he soon fell asleep. He didn't know how long he had slept. He was having a sweet dream. He was awakened by a hasty telephone ring.

Who doesn't have eyes and doesn't know when to call?

Shen Dapeng opened his eyes and felt annoyed. He took out the phone from his pocket. It was sun dafaozi's phone.

"Brother Peng, it's the same this morning. There are more than 20 empty orders alone."

Shen Dapeng was unhappy. He looked at Sun Da Pao's phone and thought something had happened to the meal delivery. As soon as he connected the phone, sun Da Pao's loud voice blew up in his ear.

"That's it?" Shen Dapeng nagged impatiently, "I thought the sky had collapsed. Didn't I say that all empty orders should be recorded by the meal delivery personnel. There is a lot of money. Should those restaurants be compensated?"

Hot pot brother, I know, Peng Peng, I mean, this is not the brain bag. It was not enjoyable last night. It's not a good place to eat. It's a new one. We're going nowhere tonight. In the room, I'll bring these more than 20 fast food, except for a few of us who have taken the rest of the lunch, and bring back the two bottles of Baijiu that I bought, how about a good drink?

Sun Da Pao probably didn't recognize Shen Dapeng's sleepy voice. He was still talking over there in high spirits.

"Grandma, I've taken it, too. Huang Bin is so good that he throws hundreds of yuan out every day. He's really patient!"

Shen Dapeng's mind was sober at this time. When he heard sun Da Pao's complaint, he couldn't help laughing.

"Well, he doesn't like me. He can give up hundreds of us a day. Let's accompany him and see when he can toss. In addition, according to what you said, don't return the rest of the fast food to the restaurant and bring it back."

Sun Da Pao happily agreed there and hung up the phone.

Shen Dapeng rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed.

Call yourself for such a small thing. Who can do it except sun dafao?

What can anger do now?

He had been woken up and couldn't sleep any more. Shen Dapeng simply got up and was ready to go out for a walk.

Walking in the streets of Beijing in April, the oncoming wind blew past, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

After eating a little in the morning, Shen Dapeng felt a little hungry, so he went to a nearby restaurant and ordered a bowl of noodles.

It's lunchtime now, but there are few diners in Nuo Da's shop, and the boss is reluctant.

Business is bad, the boss is certainly unhappy, but many people don't go out to eat because of SARS. This situation is not the one in front of us.

Shen Dapeng has long been used to it, so he didn't care.

Perhaps because of the poor business, there was no waiter in the store. The boss was both a cook and a waiter. In a moment, he brought the hot noodles to Shen Dapeng.

Shen Dapeng picked up his chopsticks and ate a few mouthfuls. A middle-aged man who was eating at the table next door suddenly sighed, put down his chopsticks and looked listless.

"Lao Liu, why are you still sighing? Let's eat quickly."

The owner of the restaurant brought Shen Dapeng over after dinner and stood at the door looking at the scenery of the street. At this time, he heard the middle-aged man sigh and couldn't help turning his head and saying.

It seems that the boss knows the middle-aged man who eats. Otherwise, he wouldn't call him Lao Liu.

The middle-aged man called Lao Liu sighed again and pointed to a backpack he put beside him.

"Don't mention it. After, the capital planned to make some money, but who knows what SARS happened. The workers on the construction site are very afraid and everyone is afraid of losing their lives. No, most of them went home."

The boss was stunned. "Do you want to go home, too?"

The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, "can't you go home? SARS is reported on this TV every day. The number of people who die every day is increasing. I have the same old and Low-aged people. How much can I earn? I am afraid that I will not have any life if I stay here again. "

"Yes, you're right. It's better to go back one day early than to stay here and catch SARS?"

The boss also sighed, "look at my shop. Where is there any business? SARS is getting worse and worse. Maybe I'll close the door in a few days. "

Lao Liu said well, then looked around and frowned slightly.

"By the way, I remember there were chefs and waiters in your shop before? Why didn't you see the film today? "

The boss smiled bitterly, "Hey, isn't it SARS? The cook and waiter are from other places. They went home two days ago. Like you, I can't help it. "

"Yes, this SARS is terrible. No one wants to take his life when he comes out to work. All right, I'll go first and see you later."

After a few words of emotion, Lao Liu said hello to his boss, picked up his backpack and left the restaurant.

Shen Dapeng frowned as he listened to the conversation just now while eating.

No wonder I went to the station to meet Li Zeyu and Lin Xiaoxiao yesterday. There were many fewer people in the station square than before, which seemed very deserted.

If things go on like this, I'm afraid there won't be many people except the local residents in the capital for some time?

After dinner, Shen Dapeng continued to walk aimlessly in the street, observing pedestrians and vehicles coming and going.

Although bus travel has not been greatly affected, it is obvious that few people take the bus from the passing cars.

Even those who take the bus, like those pedestrians on the sidewalk, wear tight masks for fear of being infected with SARS.

Many pedestrians dressed for work, carrying large bags and small bags, hurried on their way. At first glance, they were in a hurry to go home. Most people's eyes were full of confusion and disappointment.

Seeing this, Shen Dapeng's heart was much heavier, and he didn't want to enjoy the surrounding street scenery.

With the memory of his previous life, Shen Dapeng knew that in the past few months, with the joint efforts of various departments of the state, SARS would be controlled and gradually become the past.

However, at present, the increasingly severe SARS has depressed all walks of life in the capital. Many people seem to have to leave the capital like migratory birds.