Summoner of Pirate World

My name is A Feng, and I am Fengqing plump and prosperous.

I don't know what my last name is, I just know that others call me that.Even my ID card and work permit have these two simple words.

I think my name is a bit careless, but whenever I ask my parents why they gave me this name, they always laugh and say nothing.

I am a bank clerk, but what I do every day is either changing change for customers or chatting with security guards.

By the way, it’s worth mentioning that every few days someone will come to me to ask for directions or talk to me about some strange questions.

If there's anything these people have in common, it's that they all dress weirdly.In addition to some people who wear bunts regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, many people wear some fancy clothes.

Some will dress up as western cowboys, some will dress up as ancient knights, and occasionally there will even be people wearing dragon robes and cosplay Gundams.

I really can't understand the behavior of these people, but I don't bother to ask.It seems that no one else has paid attention to this issue at all.

The days went by like this day by day.

Hey~

It's so boring.

I have been working here for several years, and there has been no change in my job content, my position, or my colleagues.Day after day, year after year.

I seem to be able to see my future, ten years, 20 years, or even 50 years from now.

This kind of life with a glance to the end is really depressing.

"Andy, you smoked in the work area again today."

"Hey, I'm sorry, I got addicted to smoking and couldn't hold it back."

"This is the 178th time you have said the same thing, salary deduction."

"No, no, no, I won't do it next time." As he spoke, the security guard quickly flattened the cigarette butt and hid it behind his back, as if it didn't hurt at all.

I looked at what was happening not far away with dull eyes, without the slightest interest.

I have to admit, in the first few days I was quite willing to join in the fun.However, this same plot happens every few days, with the same characters, the same tone, and the same actions.The only thing that changed was that every time the number mentioned by the supervisor would always be 1, there was never any difference.He seems to be so free that he would even write down such things and even confirm them repeatedly.

Well, it seems that I am also so idle.

"Change 100 yuan coins."

I didn't bother to look at the guest's appearance. After accepting the banknotes he handed over, I took out two paper tubes of coins for him from the drawer.

These are all numbered, and I roll them into rolls of 20 and 50 with paper, which saves me a lot of time when exchanging change and greatly improves my work efficiency.Although occasionally people would exchange silly numbers like 250 yuan and [-] cents, a few extra coins can be found quickly without wasting time.

A few hours passed, and a lot of coins fell from the drawer.

I moved a box of coins out of the vault, stuffed them all into the wooden box I made myself, and adjusted it a little bit.Then skillfully roll the coins into rolls with butter paper.

I made this box myself. There are seven rows in total. One box can make seven rolls of 50 pieces and three rolls of 20 pieces. It only takes less than 2 minutes to finish one box. If you go faster, it only takes 1 minute.Based on my workload, I only need to spend 10 minutes to prepare every day, and the day's work can be completed easily.

Ten minutes later, I dragged a box of rolled coins back to my seat and put aside the "not processed yet" in front of me.

The rest of the colleagues were still counting coins one by one, and people waiting to exchange change had already lined up in front of them.But no one thought of coming to me to redeem it.

I did not deliberately hide the fact that I used this method to increase work efficiency, but no one followed my example.

They didn’t ask, and I certainly didn’t bother to take the initiative to teach them.

In fact, when I first came here, I used the same clumsy method to count them one by one.This makes me feel very inefficient at work, because no matter how fast I count, I need to confirm it again, otherwise I will get scolded if the number is wrong.These stupid customers will scold you loudly even if they are one dollar short, not even one dollar more.

So, after two days of headaches, I found the time to make that box.Work has been easy since then.

It is precisely because of this that I have time to observe the people and things around me, which makes me feel that something is wrong.

Sometimes I want to ask, but when that thought comes up, I feel a sense of warning.As if something terrible would happen if I said those words.

Therefore, I have never dared to ask anyone.

Occasionally, I would ask some seemingly irrelevant questions, but the answers I got were often irrelevant.

At 10:[-] pm, I'm about to get off work.

According to the usual customer flow, I can get off work after two or three redemptions.My colleagues, on the other hand, will finish the last order on hand about half an hour later.I don't care about what happens after that.

And those customers will also curse and walk out when the time is up, and then be the first to come and line up the next day.

"Hello, I need to exchange 178 coins."

I raised my eyelids.

This is a man with a simple and honest face, about 30 years old, with a stout figure, short hair, and a happy smile on his face, like a Maitreya Buddha.

This is the second time he has come today. In fact, he comes almost every day.Each time, 178 coins are exchanged.

In fact, I can make a box of 178 coins for him alone, but because I calculated, the time it takes to make such a box alone is probably enough to save the time I save by exchanging coins for him a thousand times, so I Too lazy to do it.

Moreover, there are no such long paper rolls in the bank. Even if they are available, they are not easy to roll. Even if they are rolled, they are not easy to hold. If you spill them, you will be scolded.

I might as well just stop doing it.

Anyway, it only takes a dozen seconds at a time to redeem it for him, so there is no need to go to such trouble.

"Thank you." He smiled. Before leaving, he suddenly thought of something, turned around and said, "By the way, there will be bank robbers soon, so be careful."

I nodded and started packing my things, preparing to find a place to hide for a while.

what

Why am I not surprised at all when he said that?

Of course, it’s not surprising after seeing so many things.

No, no, no, don’t get me wrong, I am not with the robbers, and neither is he.

I don’t know why he always knows in advance that someone is going to rob a bank. Anyway, whenever he comes to me to exchange coins twice a day, he will say this.This is certainly not because of his good intentions, but a bad taste.Or a hidden factor.