Because he is an old black, he always subconsciously use this word when addressing him.

Plus the surname is Brooks, which is also a word beginning with , so Eric Brooks' initial nickname became.

And this word, in the habit of Chinese people, especially the younger generation, often equates it with baby. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't fit Eric's image.

Eventually, under Chapple's lead, it became b, for short.

The evolution process is actually very simple to say, and there is nothing particularly worth mentioning. But looking at it from another angle, this nickname can be recognized by Lao Liu and the others, and it is so easy to call

"It seems that you are doing well, buddy." Feeling the harmony between this group of people, Shi Xiaolei was also very happy.

"It's okay." Eric showed a big smile on his face: "Huaguo people are really nice, much more kind than the people I have met before. To be honest, I have already liked life in Chinatown."

"I can tell." Following what someone said just now, Shi Xiaolei raised his hand and patted Eric on the shoulder: "We'll finish work in a while, let's have a drink together. Living in Chinatown, I think you should Encountered some interesting things. Tell me about it too, you know, it's been a while since I've been there."

"No problem, I won't refuse such a good thing as drinking and eating." Shrugging, Eric put his sunglasses in his pocket: "As for now, I think I should start working. Come on, give me Assign a job. What should I do, Locke."

"Come with me. We still need a strong help here." Before Shi Xiaolei could speak, Chapple had already greeted him.

"Please, buddy." Thinking that this is also a good arrangement, Shi Xiaolei readily followed suit.

"Leave it to me." With a promise, Eric turned around and followed Chapple to the auxiliary warehouse.

The matter of reception came to an end, without thinking too much, Shi Xiaolei also rolled up his sleeves, and once again devoted himself to the work of cleaning up the scene.

Like other overdue warehouses, in this dilapidated warehouse rented by Shi Xiaolei, there are also many relics left by the previous owner.

There are quite a lot of things, most of which are not used and need to be cleaned out. But there is also a small part that can be recycled.

For example, the shelves used to store things, the flat trolleys that are full of dust and look very old, the waterproof cloths that are kept in boxes and so on.

If you plan to use it as a restaurant or as a home, these things are useless. But now, Shi Xiaolei plans to turn it into a rescue station or use it to carry supplies, or to store or keep supplies. These things may be used someday, so they are worth keeping.

Throw what should be thrown, and what should be kept. Because instead of throwing everything away at once, an extra level of sorting is required, so the workload will be slightly larger.

Today's goal is to empty all the two auxiliary warehouses. Waiting until tomorrow, while repairing the auxiliary warehouse, the emptying work of the main warehouse will also start at the same time. According to the previously set schedule, the entire warehouse will be repaired within a week, plus the one-week renovation and decoration can take at least two weeks and at most three weeks, and the rescue station can be officially opened.

Of course, there must be a premise here, that is, there will be no accidents that may hinder the progress during the whole process.

"Boss, boss!" After two o'clock in the afternoon, Shi Xiaolei, who was busy, suddenly heard a rush of shouts from behind.

"What's the matter, Skye?" Maintaining a bent posture, Shi Xiaolei paused his efforts, and turned his head to look at Skye who was trotting over.

"Over there, cough cough." Because of the dust in the air, Skye coughed chokingly.

"Didn't I tell you to wear masks? Look, you're choking." Letting go of the heavy wooden box, Shi Xiaolei pushed the little guy out of the warehouse dumbfounded. After she stopped coughing, she continued to ask, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Boss." Grasping Shi Xiaolei's arm, Skye explained and dragged him to another auxiliary warehouse: "We found a cellar, come and take a look."

"cellar?"

There is an aisle less than two meters wide between the two auxiliary warehouses, and the distance from one door to the other is only seven or eight meters.

Before he had time to think about it, Shi Xiaolei had already been dragged into this auxiliary warehouse by Skye, and saw the secret door that had been opened in the corner of the warehouse.

"Hey, there really is a cellar. Who found it??"

"It's Mr. Stark." Claire pointed to the cellar, with excitement and curiosity on his face: "He's down there."

As he was speaking, Stark poked his head out from the exit of the cellar.

"Hey, buddy, come here and have a look. You can't imagine what secrets are hidden here. Do you know? We dug up a treasure~lightnovelpub.net~ treasure?" Upon hearing this, the warehouse stood Everyone who was watching showed a surprised expression. The originally excited eyes also became brighter and brighter.

"Look." Facing the eyes of the big guys, Stark raised his right hand: "A bottle of Louis XIII from 1906."

Louis the thirteenth? Or from 1906?

Seeing the wine bottle raised in Stark's hand, even the girls who usually don't drink much, unconsciously widened their eyes, and Chapple, Sanchez and others even exclaimed involuntarily.

Shi Xiaolei was also surprised: "I'm going, there is such a good thing? Remy Martin for more than a hundred years? Dude, are you sure you read it right?"

"Do you think I'll admit my mistake?" Crawling out of the cellar, Stark gently wiped off the dust on the bottle, and stuffed it into Shi Xiaolei's hand: "Here, look here."

Although it has been a long time, the date of manufacture on the label has become somewhat blurred, but after careful identification, it can still be judged.

"Really." After looking at it for a while, Shi Xiaolei laughed: "Is there such a good thing underneath?"

"It's not all Louis XIII, there are many types. There are also two old boxes, I haven't had time to open them, I don't know what's in them." Stark raised his hand with a smile, and took a picture. Pat Shi Xiaolei's arm: "Hehe, buddy, your luck is really enviable."

"Come on, the famous Stark, still cares about such a little thing?"

"It doesn't matter whether something is worth money or not, the key is the nature of the matter." Stark shook his head with emotion on his face: "I really didn't expect that I could experience the fun of treasure hunting in a warehouse. Tsk tsk, to be honest, I used to But I never imagined that I would have such an experience.”