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Although the town is small, the efficiency of firefighting and medical emergency is extremely high.When the quartermaster arrived, he saw several fire trucks surrounding the completely burnt-out Linhai Bar. The firefighters were walking up and down on the ground, and the bar owner was wrapped in a blanket sitting in the ambulance, receiving medical attention. check.

As soon as the doctor left, the quartermaster stepped forward in three steps, took the bar owner's face in his hands, and carefully wiped the soot off his face with his sleeve.Fortunately, just a little more scratches, nothing serious.

"It's the first time I saw you didn't have anything in your mouth." The bar owner smiled wryly, "Don't worry, you didn't suffer any serious injuries."

The quartermaster sat down next to him and put his arm around his shoulders.

"Do you know why I can't see people smoking?" The bar owner leaned on the shoulder of the quartermaster, watching the fire suits and white coats busy around with his eyes blankly, "My father is also a smoker. During the summer vacation of the second grade of elementary school, I Went to summer camp at school and came home to find an entire apartment building gone. Then someone told me my dad lay in bed smoking a cigarette and the cigarette butt ignited the sheets and the fire spread throughout the apartment killing or injuring the occupants… …before I quite figured out what was going on, I was sent to an orphanage—along with a few other kids who went to summer camp with me and were also orphaned by my dad’s cigarette butts. Can you imagine me What kind of life did you live in the orphanage? Every time I saw someone smoking, I would see them handing over my parents’ ashes to me, and those days in the orphanage..." The owner of the bar Bury your head between your knees.

The quartermaster pursed his lips.

"No skills, no education, finally saved some dirty money by selling butts, opened such a small bar, thinking that smoking is not allowed, so this kind of thing will not happen again. Now there is a small fast food restaurant , I thought I could finally start earning some clean money, but I didn’t expect to just cook a meal, so…” The bar owner gave a dry smile, “Fortunately, it’s not yet business hours, and the waiters didn’t come, so I don’t have to pay for medical expenses and lost work , Mental damage expenses... I only need to repay the bank loan I borrowed to open the fast food restaurant. But the store is gone, and my savings are gone, so what can I pay? Should I still sell it?" The bar owner smiled wryly and looked at his hands, "At this age, how long can I still sell? You should see me in the lowest male brothel soon. But that kind of inferior place... I guess a senior officer like you would not go there. "

The quartermaster tightened his fingers.

"Forget it. What's the use of telling you this?" The bar owner wiped his tear-stained face, "Don't come to me again. Don't let people know that you have something to do with people like me. To you It’s not good to be promoted in the future.”

"Wait for me for a week." A hoarse male voice came from above.

The bar owner looked up in disbelief, unable to believe that he heard the Quartermaster... speak?