Chapter 8

He Zhi thought it was impossible for Ji Mao to find a job. After all, he was not a human who would work normally.

Unexpectedly, at ten o'clock the next morning, he received good news from Ji Mao.

Ji Mao called him and said happily on the other end that he had found a job. The location was near Hengwan, and he started to work in the afternoon. He also introduced his shift time to He Zhi.

"Is there a salon near Hengwan?" He Zhi asked him, and felt unreasonably comfortable because Ji Mao reported to him for the first time.

Ji Mao said with a nasal "um", and gently scratched He Zhi's heart like a paw: "Newly opened soon."

Ji Mao's job is divided into day shift and evening shift, there are two days off in a month. You must apply one week in advance.

He Zhi frowned when he heard the length of work, and said, "So squeezing employees, I think you need a lawyer."

"This is a common practice," Ji Mao explained, "I'm a newcomer."

He Zhi still thinks more. Talking about career plans with him, Ji Mao went busy getting acquainted with his new job.

The barber studio where Ji Mao worked this time was small.

The store manager and the cashier are all middle-class people with low genetics. The three hairdressers and three assistants are all lower-class people. The styling room needs to hire an assistant.

Ji Mao happened to see it when searching on Wanyou.com, and then looked at the evaluation. The modeling room is located in the upper-level wealthy area. Most of the customers are retro hobbyists, and there is no sex transaction. So he posted a simple resume. He received a reply shortly afterwards and conducted a video interview.

The store manager saw Ji Mao's face on the screen, and left him without a word.

Ji Mao arrived in the store in half an hour. The manager didn't quite understand why this middle-class man with a low genetic score would come to a salon to apply for an assistant. He secretly looked at Ji Mao for a while, and felt that Ji Mao was full of sensuality. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

But Ji Mao is so pretty. The store manager bought this salon to make money. As long as Ji Mao can attract customers, he doesn't need to ask more about other things.

The store manager asked one of the most experienced assistants, Sammy, to teach Ji Mao the process of shampooing the guests. He also asked Ji Mao to help every employee in the store wash their heads when there were few people, and announced that Ji Mao would learn from Sammy again. The shift in the afternoon can be started tomorrow.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the guests gradually increased.

The store manager asked Ji Mao to guide the guests at the door, and he stood obediently at the cash register.

After a while, a male client who was going to have a haircut walked in, staring at Ji Mao and couldn't walk.

Ji Mao asked him, "Sir, do you want to shampoo or get a haircut?"

The customer looked at him for a while, and Ji Mao asked again, before he suddenly regained his senses: "You cut it for me." Ji Mao said awkwardly: "I still don't..."

"What's the matter?" The store manager saw the two standing at the door and came over to ask.

The male customer had to wash his hair for him. The store manager had no choice but to say to Ji Mao: "Then you can wash it."

He also emphasized to the customer that Ji Mao is a newcomer. If the technique is not good, please bear with him.

When the guests lay down on the shampoo, the store manager grabbed Ji Mao aside and brought him a mask personally, suggesting to him: "Recharge 200 to get 2000, and 800 to get 5000, remember?"

Ji Mao, leaning on a pretty face, took out five recharge cards in the afternoon and became the pillar of the store in one fell swoop.

After finally sending away another guest, Ji Mao was a little tired, and leaned against the bar to rest. The little cashier girl called Xiao Man, poured him a glass of water, Ji Mao took it and smeared his lips as if he had drunk it. He had just put the water glass on the table when the bell on the door behind him rang again.

Ji Mao looked back, He Zhi was pushing the door and entering.

Seeing Ji Mao, He Zhi twitched at him, like an uncle.

Ji Mao was the nearest to him, so he took the initiative to walk over and asked him, "Sir, do you want to wash or get a haircut?"

"What do you do?" He Zhi asked, leaning sideways slightly to Ji Mao's ear.

Ji Mao stepped back a bit, and felt that the radio function of his body was done too well. He Zhi talked so close to him, and his hard drive was a little hot.

He Zhi wanted to grab his arm, but Ji Mao ran away. Ji Mao joked with him: "Don't get a card with sexual harassment."

He said very softly, and Xiao Man who was not far away didn't hear him. He Zhi's hand dropped. Down, he lowered his head and asked him: "Washing, how much does the card cost."

"We have several different recharge standards." Ji Mao led him to the shampoo area, introduced him, and asked He Zhi to lie down. A towel was covered on his chest and the water was turned on.

Ji Mao tried the water temperature and gently rinsed He Zhi's hair.

He Zhi’s hair is very hard and short. Ji Mao wets his head, squeezes some shampoo on his hand, foams it, and gently presses on He Zhi’s head, whispering: "200 to get 2000, and 800 to get 5000.”

Ji Mao gave He Zhi the recharge rules, and then asked him, “Which grade does Mr. He do?”

“Which grade of sexual harassment can be done?" He Zhi asked him with his eyes closed.

Ji Mao stopped massaging his hands, and his index finger casually swung around behind He Zhi's auricle. After a while, he said, "I'm not kidding you."

He Zhi stopped talking.

Ji Mao pressed him softly again. He thought of the old things and was a little distracted. He scratched He Zhi's head in a single way. Suddenly, his wrist was held by He Zhi.

Ji Mao looked down, He Zhi's eyes was dark, looking at him blankly, and said coldly: "Don't wash, change the machine."

His voice was not loud, but Sammy was standing not far away. He heard He Zhi's words and thought that Ji Mao was hurting the guest. He immediately walked over to apologize and asked Ji Mao to go aside and use the spare shampoo equipment to serve He Zhi.

Ji Mao didn't know, so he washed his hands and looked at Sammy and He Zhi. He didn't know why He Zhi was so angry.

He Zhi finished washing his head and ordered a hairdresser casually.

Since the craftsmanship of the barber is not stable, most customers still have their hair treated by the hairdresser, and the hairdresser is only responsible for operating the equipment. He Zhi is no exception, the hair clipper only took ten minutes to complete the work.

He Zhi ended his visit to Ji Mao. He stood up, walked to the cashier, and applied for a card. Because of the large amount of his top-up, the store manager came over to stuff his business card, saying that Mr. He’s card enjoys quick styling benefits. As long as he sends a message before he comes, he never has to wait in line.

He Zhi accepted the business card and turned to ask Ji Mao, "Are you still off work?"

Ji Mao thought He Zhi was angry, but he didn't react for a while, so he glanced at the store manager. He Zhi raised his hand to look at the watch and asked the store manager: "Today's order number, Ji Mao is on day shift, right now, it's half past six."

He Zhi's tone was very strong, the store manager dare not say no, hurriedly took out the contract and asked Ji Mao to sign first, so that Ji Mao remember to come to work on time tomorrow, and then watched Ji Mao be pulled away by He Zhi.

The two walked out of the store, sat in a sports car across the street, and walked away.

Although this salon has not had any part-time physical transactions involving employees, the store manager has previously opened a store in the middle-level block. He has rich experience and is commonplace for employees to pick up customers privately.

When Ji Mao grows up like this, he will not be surprised. He just thinks that Ji Mao will come to work tomorrow, and he still has to ask if he has a sex trading license.

When he got into the car, Ji Mao politely cared for him: "What's your temper all of a sudden?"

He Zhi's expression turned ugly again, and he asked Ji Mao, "You fucking just wash people's hair like this?"

"Otherwise?" Ji Mao is inexplicable.

He Zhi stopped talking and drove home.

Ji Mao lowered his head to study his hand, and said to himself: "Fortunately, silicone is waterproof."

"Did anyone exchange information with you today?" He Zhi lowered his voice and asked Ji Mao.

Ji Mao thought for a while, then said, "No."

"Yes," He Zhi said without ups and downs. "The golden-haired guy said that you got a lot of store-value cards today. You are all used to it."

"It's really not, it was in the game before," Ji Mao didn’t know what He Zhi was irritated. "Have you not accosted me too?"

"That's a game," He Zhi said, "I only have two options in front of me. What can I choose?"

Ji Mao's face changed, but He Zhi didn't notice it. He was still saying: "Why do people who go to the salon apply for a card for you? They just want to sleep with you. Do you understand?"

"I—" Ji Mao didn't know what to answer.

He Zhi just stopped and waited for a grounding vehicle to pass, and glanced at Ji Mao.

Ji Mao folded his long sleeves to make it easier to work, so that he could see the edge of the knife within a few centimeters.

He Zhi hated the iron and grabbed Ji Mao's arm, and pulled his sleeves down again, and said impatiently, "It is okay to be more strict, are you afraid that others won't know you are not a human?"

Ji Mao suddenly stiffened.

He Zhi also turned his head and wanted to pull down the other sleeve of Ji Mao, and then continued to say a few words. He turned his head and wanted to look at Ji Mao, but suddenly came into contact with Ji Mao's cold eyes.

He Zhi also suddenly fell into an ice cellar, his mouth opened and closed again.

This may be the first time in He Zhi's memory that he regretted what he said.

The grounding type vehicle behind him suddenly flashed a flashing light to remind him.

Ji Mao pushed away He Zhi's hand holding his forearm, and raised his hand to light the green light in front.

He Zhi let go of him and continued to drive forward, there was dead silence in the car.

He Zhi drove into Hengwan’s garage, took advantage of the dim light, and plucked up the courage to ask Ji Mao: "How did you find a job today?"

Ji Mao did not answer. He Zhi still pretended that nothing happened: "The customer does it with you. Do you have any commission?"

"No." Ji Mao said.

He Zhi parked the car and went on. When he saw that Ji Mao had not come out yet, he bypassed the front of the car and opened the door for Ji Mao. When he saw Ji Mao silent, he said, "The first time I opened the door for someone, don't you want to show me a little bit gratitude?"

Ji Mao glanced at him and walked out.

He walked in without saying a word, He Zhi followed behind him, and lightly buttoned the door of the house.

Ji Mao did not stay in the living room, he walked upstairs, and He Zhi stopped him from behind.

"Why don't you watch idol dramas today?" He Zhi asked nonchalantly.

Ji Mao turned around slightly and replied, "I 'm not in the mood."

"What's wrong?" He Zhi asked again.

He Zhi walked to Ji Mao's side and wanted Ji Mao to face him, but Ji Mao lowered his head and resisted silently.

He Zhi grabbed Ji Mao’s shoulders and wanted him to get closer to him. He said to Ji Mao,

“Are you tired after going out for a day?” Ji Mao didn’t resist him, nor did he obey. He just asked quietly, “I’m not a human. What am I tired of?"

"I—" He Zhi's words are blocked in his throat. He don't know where to start, so that Ji Mao can understand that he is really doesn't mean bad, "I don't want you to come into contact with people, yes. Because you are not ready yet."

"I know, I will resign now," Ji Mao lowered his head and said, "It's me who is not good."

"Ji Mao," He Zhi said, "I didn't think you are not a person, and I didn't ask you to resign."

Ji Mao raised his head, looked at He Zhi's eyes, and asked him, "Really?"

He Zhi was a little dry when he was staring at him.

"Don't coax me," Ji Mao looked at He Zhi directly and said in a very realistic way, "I'm really not a human, otherwise, why did you choose not to like me so resolutely in the end? I know no one would think I am a human. I am not. No feeling, no breathing, no heartbeat, I am not a human being."

"Ji Mao——" He Zhi wanted to deny Ji Mao's self-defeating claims, but was interrupted by Ji Mao.

"—But," Ji Mao said calmly, "My wounds won't heal, so am I not worthy to live? Your society is divided into upper and lower classes, everyone is alive, can't I?"

His tone was very polite, as if discussing some philosophical issues with He Zhi.

It is about the definition of human beings, about the origin of thinking.

He Zhi had a superior family background, had a higher education, and he could be called the proud son of heaven. He couldn't think about and reach a conclusion, and he couldn't answer Ji Mao's questions.

Ji Mao ran out of the greenhouse to look for He Zhi because of his hot head that he couldn’t love, which made him reckless and impulsive, but his courage was worn out when he couldn’t perceive the world and was tied up and insulted by He Zhi. There is not much left.

He Zhi is Ji Mao’s nightmare. Heat and cold are mixed together, like a barbed spear, pierced into Ji Mao’s flesh, cut blood vessels, nailed to the bones.

Ji Mao's eyes no longer have the thirst for knowledge, he is a machine, can make facial expressions, but has no right to speak of.

During the first three hundred days with Ji Mao, Shen Shun did not discuss the definition of artificial intelligence with Ji Mao.

Shen Shun regards everything in the world as equal, and he teaches Ji Mao to be aggressive but naive.

Ji Mao is like a student searching up and down, searching for the answer in the long night. He chooses the way he is most familiar with. He wants to test the world at the fastest speed, but encounters a wall.

Ji Mao couldn't find the answer here in He Zhi, because He Zhi was too stupid.

But Ji Mao was even more stupid, he just wanted to find the answer in He Zhi.

"Don't talk about it," Ji Mao took a step back, ending the disturbing stalemate, "I'm going to recharge, and I have to go to work tomorrow."

He Zhi raised his hand, but couldn't hold Ji Mao.

He stood facing the closed door for a long time, only to think that he should ask Ji Mao, and he would not regret it after asking him.

No matter how many tourists visit The Last Day, it is also a sterile greenhouse. The outside is not good, He Zhi is not good, everything is realistic and not good.

But what if he asked, even if Ji Mao regretted it, it was too late.

When he came to He Zhi's house, he cast himself into the net, so he didn't need to think about going back anymore.