My staff is inhuman

Chapter 57 I'm Back
Could it be because after the hotel was destroyed, the influence of the soup also disappeared?

Zhang Yi looked at the old man in the photo. There were three children standing beside the old man, and a plaque hung behind him.

"Hey! Was the original name of your hotel also called [Fulai Restaurant]?"

Zhang Yi pointed to a plaque hanging behind the photo, and asked Manager Zhao.

"No, it is said that this restaurant was destroyed by a fire. Mr. Li rebuilt the restaurant on the original site here. He did not keep the original name, but left the original signboard."

"Why? Nostalgia?"

"This..." Manager Zhao showed embarrassment.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi stopped asking questions.

Manager Zhao saw that he was already awake, so he turned around and went to do other things.

Zhang Yi glanced around and took out the account book.

Sitting on a chair, after turning over the first page, there is your own information.

Zhang Yi: people

Status: quite full
Abilities: Eyes of ghosts and gods, shifting flowers and trees

The contract has been signed: the owner of the massage shop.

Turnover: 25000
When Zhang Yi saw that there was one more ability in his ability, Zhang Yi was secretly happy in his heart.

But what is this grafting?
Gusu Murong? ?
Oh, no, it's just a matter of time and space.

Out of curiosity, Zhang Yi clicked on this ability, and a line of small characters appeared beside it, which was about the ability to transfer flowers to trees.

[Moving flowers and trees]: You can temporarily borrow the abilities and skills of the employees under your name.

(Note: The stronger the ability to borrow, the more heavily affected you will be. Please be cautious.)
You can still do this!
This ability made Zhang Yi secretly happy.

If I encounter troubles in the future, if I can borrow the abilities of Dai Moli and the others, can I also have the ability of water escape like Dai Moli?
Zhang Yi's heartbeat quickened immediately.

Open the staff page.

The information of Yang Yang and Xia Tao has already appeared on it.

Yang Yang: Wandering Soul (sealed)
Status: poor
Ability: Photographic memory.

Contract signed: long-term shop worker
Contribution amount: 0
Xia Tao: Ghost (seal)

Status: Ghostly Prosperity
Abilities: Ghost curse, Shiki killing technique,

The contract has been signed: long-term shop workers.

Contribution amount: 0
Yang Yang is just an ordinary wandering soul.

Her strength is not as good as that of Dai Moli back then.

There is only one skill, a photographic memory.

This guy has a superhuman memory, but other than that, doesn't seem to have any other abilities.

However, this ability seems to be more practical to me, but it's a pity that I don't take the postgraduate entrance examination, otherwise borrowing it would be like cheating skills.

But that's not important, what's important is that Xia Tao can work in the store with peace of mind when Yang Yang is here.

After waiting for a long time, and slowly training him, Xia Tao will naturally be obedient.

Now that there is a ghost-level employee like Xia Tao sitting in charge, he can sleep peacefully in the future.

Zhang Yi put away the account book, planning to summon them when he returned to the store.

"Zhang Yi!!"

Looking back, I saw Wang Bin walking over in a hurry.

"Why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time, but I still don't answer the phone. I'm still worried that something happened to you."

"Sorry, I was a little tired when I came here. I sat down to rest and fell asleep unexpectedly."

"Okay, okay, hurry up and eat something, the food is cold."

Wang Bin dragged Zhang Yi downstairs.

Zhang Yilin walked to the stairs and looked back at the old photo.

When he returned to the box, that Mr. Li had already left.

Zhang Yi didn't care, he was here to eat and drink.

But it can be seen that Wang Bin is in a very good mood.

He took out a check and showed it off to Zhang Yi: "One meal, 20, how about it, it's amazing."

Zhang Yi nodded vaguely, with a large piece of roast meat stuffed in his mouth.

The taste of this restaurant is really good, or maybe he is really hungry, so he stuffed the food into his mouth.

Wang Bin and Linlin were obviously full, so they sat aside and waited for Zhang Yi to eat slowly.

"Mr. Li is actually very generous. This time, he entrusted me with a simple task, which is to broadcast live in a haunted house."

"Haunted house?"

Zhang Yi raised his head.

"Yes, that house is worth 2000 million yuan, but it was still unable to be sold because of the death. Mr. Li wanted me to prove that there is nothing wrong with the house through a live broadcast."

"Oh!"

Zhang Yi picked up a dish and put it in his mouth: "Is it enough to stay for two days?"

"It's so simple, you really think it's such a good money to earn, live for half a month, and during the period, someone will come to your door every day to deliver food, water and electricity, and there will be 10 yuan in red envelopes after it's done."

"And this good thing?"

Zhang Yi couldn't understand the thoughts of these rich people. If he gave the money to himself, he would take Dai Moli and the others to the house for vacation.

Zhang Yihu ate a lot, and finally he was full.

By the time Wang Bin drove himself back to the store, it was already around two o'clock at night.

"Brother, the business of your store is good, but it's too small. I don't think I can make much money. Why don't you follow along with the live broadcast, and you can also broadcast live massages."

Before leaving, Wang Bin suggested to Zhang Yi.

"Well, I'll think about it."

"Okay, I'm going to prepare for this period of time, and I'm going to live in that haunted house in a few days. When I eat up the money, we'll have a good chat."

"Okay, then I'll treat you to a massage."

Although he didn't like Wang Bin's proposal, Zhang Yi felt that Wang Bin was a good person. At least these days, everyone was hiding ways to make money.

If he can make you money, he really treats you as a good brother.

It's a pity that what I want to earn is not this money. If the live broadcast can earn money, Zhang Yi can dance on stage with Dai Moli and Yangmei...Little Apple.

But one thing, Wang Bin is right, his massage room is really small.

Including Yang Yang, Xia Tao, and myself, there are now four employees. If Uncle Zeng comes back, there will be five employees.

In contrast, the environment of the massage shop really needs to be improved.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi decided to wait until the next morning to sell the shop next door, then turned around and pushed the door open: "I'm back..."

"Ding bell! Ding bell!"

The bell on the door echoed in the messy hall.

Tang took off his hat, revealing a sharp face, glanced at the hall, and threw the fresh ingredients in his hand on the ground.

"Da Da~"

The leather shoes stepped on the broken glass, making a harsh shattering sound.

Walk into the bar, stretch out your hand and choose among the two glasses below, pick up the glass on the left, and put it on the bar.

"Oh!"

"Wow wow..."

The wine filled the glass, but the soup didn't seem to stop until the whole bottle of wine was poured out.

Throwing it casually, the glass bottle drew an arc and fell to pieces with a "bang" on the ground.

"Chef? Chef! Chef!"

At this time, a head rolled out from the corner, desperately wriggling its jaw to move forward.

Even if the glass ball pierced his chin, he still had to crawl forward desperately.

"It's Mrs. Tang, she went crazy, she went crazy, she killed all the guests, she went crazy!"

Sous Chef Dong cursed and cursed while crawling: "You bitch, dare to smash our shop, next time I will cut her into eight pieces and throw them in the pot to cook."

Holding the wine glass, Tang squinted at Sous Chef Dong who had crawled to his feet, bent down and lifted his head from the ground and put it on the table.

Don't forget to help him pull out the glass shards on his chin.

"Chef, what shall we do next? The restaurant is ruined, but there is still money in the treasury. We can reopen the restaurant, right??"

Tang didn't speak, but calmly tasted the wine in his hand.

"By the way, that coward, Little Li, must have hidden on the second floor, call him down, how is this idiot a foreman, he must be beheaded!!"

Sous Chef Dong's eyes were red, and he cursed all the people he could think of angrily.

I can't wait to chop them all into dumpling fillings.

"Well, for the dumpling stuffing, you need to add ginger water..."

"Old Dong!"

Tang put down the wine glass in his hand, rested his chin with one hand, and tilted his head to look at him.

"A stinky blind man asked me to help him with some errands, and I couldn't refuse. It seems that we are going to travel far away."

"No, I won't go, butcher that Mrs. Tang first, chop her into [-] or [-] pieces, and chop her into minced pork!"

Sous Chef Dong's eyes became more and more red, and the blue blood vessels squirmed under the skin like earthworms.

Tang's eyes turned red slightly, and he stretched out his palm.

Gently scratched Sous Chef Dong's face.

Wisps of red light were caught from Sous Chef Dong's head.

Sous Chef Dong, who was already mad with anger, gradually calmed down, and no emotion could be seen on his dull face.

It was as quiet as a completely changed person.

And those red shimmers captured by the soup turned into a bright red pepper on Tang's hand.

The soup was thrown into the wine glass casually.

"Let's go, I'm tired of this place, let's change to a new place."

Tang lifted Sous Chef Dong's head, and put the bowler hat back on his head with one hand.

"jingle bell, jingle bell"

Pushing open the door, the door was pushed open, Tang turned his head and glanced at the restaurant behind him, casually hanging the head of Sous Chef Dong on his shoulder.

"Old Dong, what are we going to do this time?"

"How about the barbecue? I heard that barbecue is very popular now."

"Oh, I can find you a body first, the Mrs. Tang you mentioned just now,
I remember……

She doesn't seem to have a brain, does she? "

Walking one by one on the empty and dead street, the figure gradually drifts away...

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