Setting up a fortune-telling stall: No money for divination?ghosts have to die

However, because of an accident, many old archives were lost, and this old employee recently lost a lot in stocks, so he took the opportunity to sue our company for not buying him social insurance, demanding double compensation. "

"Although money is not a lot for us, we also have principles and cannot just condone this kind of behavior."

Chen Feng turned around and glanced at Mr. Huang, and he did not lie.

He didn't want to care too much about the affairs of other companies.

But now it's about human life.

"Mr. Huang, immediately call the supervisor of the injection molding workshop and get that employee under control.

Also, keep workers guarding all the equipment, that employee wants to use the equipment...to commit suicide! "

Hearing what Chen Feng said, Mr. Huang couldn't help but gasp.

A chill quickly climbed from the soles of his feet.

This is to ruin the company's reputation!

"Bastard! It's so unreasonable!"

Mr. Huang immediately called, "Director Liang! Zhang Tiedan entered the injection molding workshop, and you immediately sent someone to be caught by him.

Also, some people are assigned to guard the dangerous equipment, and Zhang Tiedan cannot be allowed to approach. I will let the security go over immediately! "

Chapter 120 Zimo, you still know how to play Mr. Huang hung up the phone on the other end, and ordered the security guards to rush into the injection molding workshop on the other end.

If this incident really happens, it will have a great impact on Guangdong Electric Lighting Co., Ltd.

"Boss Huang doesn't have to be too nervous, it's just a surprise."

More than ten minutes passed.

The workshop supervisor called Mr. Huang, he had already brought the person under control, and notified the police.

The most important thing is that the proof of not buying social insurance before has not been lost, and I just found it.

After he learned this information, he couldn't help admiring Chen Feng in his heart.

This is really accurate, and there is no danger!

He took a deep look at Chen Feng, "Chen Dong, is there really such a powerful fortune-telling skill in the world?"

He still remembered that the fortune-telling process was very complicated when he asked a fortune-teller to tell his fortune.

You need the horoscope, and you need to do something.

Chen Feng shook his head, "There is no such thing as a powerful fortune-telling skill in the world, it's just that I am special."

Mr. Huang's expression suddenly became serious, "Understood, Mr. Chen is the son of destiny mentioned in the novel!"

Chen Feng: "..."

Mr. Huang showed a smile on his face and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, our company will definitely build the new factory in Lingnan City, and we will ask Mr. Chen to help us negotiate!"

"If Mr. Huang can introduce other companies to settle in, for each additional company, the rental cost of the factory will be permanently reduced by 1%."

If Chen Feng negotiated with each company by himself, the efficiency would be too low.

He was able to make decisions on the rental fee of the factory, all of which were given by Zhao Jian and the leaders of Lingnan City.

Who made him the great hero of Lingnan City?

And he is dedicated to the good of Lingnan City.

The expression on Mr. Huang's face suddenly became exciting, "No problem, this matter is on me!"

A reduction of 1% may seem like a small amount, but for such a large enterprise, it is a huge cost.

And if you can find 10 companies to enter, then the number will be wonderful.

Chen Feng smiled lightly and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Huang. I have other things to do, so I'll leave first."

"It should be, isn't Mr. Chen planning to have lunch together!?"

"No, let's meet again when we have a chance."

Chen Feng left Guangdong Electric Lighting Co., Ltd.

He really has something to do, go to the mall to buy some gifts.

In two days it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He planned to buy a laptop for Chen Ziling, a lipstick for Jiang Ziting, and a pair of sneakers for An Zimo.

After a careful selection, at six o'clock in the afternoon, they were finally bought.

An Zimo also just sent a message.

"Master Chen, I have already found a western restaurant and I will send you the address."

"Well, I'm going over now."

The name of this western restaurant is Makeyourheartbeat.

It means "make your heart beat".

It can be regarded as a very high-end western restaurant in Guangdong City.

The per capita consumption is more than [-].

After taking a taxi for 10 minutes, Chen Feng came to the door of the western restaurant.

Just looking at the luxurious decoration outside the door, one can feel a high-end aura coming towards him.

There are two men and two women at the door receiving guests, both of whom are of very good quality.

"Master Chen!"

An Zimo's call came from the side, and she also just arrived.

"Zimo, let's go in."

"Welcome valued customers! Please take a seat inside!"

A young lady is responsible for leading the way for them.

The light in the western restaurant is dim, and a professional pianist is playing slow-paced songs, giving people a very comfortable and relaxing feeling.

"Sir, miss, if you need to order food, you can operate it on the embedded tablet on the table. I wish you a happy meal!"

The two worked on each other, and then chatted.

An Zimo moved his head closer, and said softly, "Master Chen, it seems that my body has become a little strange after awakening my martial spirit."

"Can you help me see if this is only the case in the early stage?"

"Huh? What happened to your body?" Chen Feng asked.

An Zimo's expression was a little embarrassed, and he had been thinking about it for half a minute.

Only then did she speak in a low voice: "It seems that because of the fullness of spiritual energy, every night, my body will feel numb, limp and weak."

"And then there's always this urge in my head, like... like I want someone to bite my skin.

This symptom will not appear after being bitten. "

Hearing this, Chen Feng couldn't help frowning.

His mind was thinking, this is not something that can be found by fortune-telling.

This is a problem on Wuhun, which can only be analyzed.

If it is because of the fullness of aura, then it only needs to consume aura.

And if he wanted An Zimo to consume his spiritual energy, he had to find someone who was injured to take her and absorb her spiritual energy.

"You really can't solve this problem. Have you ever tried to bite yourself?"

"Ah? Self-harm? Haven't tried it!"

Chen Feng: "..."

"Now I can only speculate, you can wait until you are accidentally injured and bite yourself, so you should be able to heal by consuming aura.

But it is only a temporary solution, not the root cause, after all, it will not always be injured. "

An Zimo's face turned red slightly, he lowered his head, but looked at Chen Feng, "Then... can you hurt me after dinner, let me try?

I don't want to hurt myself, it's too uncomfortable to be like that every night. "

Chen Feng: "..."

This request is a bit embarrassing!

"Sir, miss, this is the meal you ordered, please take it easy!"

"Hello! Give us a piece of "Therain"!" An Zimo selected a piece of violin music.

Many people come to western restaurants to eat, not to eat, but to enjoy the feeling of eating with music.

This will make people feel soothed, and the restlessness of the day will be swept away.

Soon, a professional violinist came beside them.

"Sir, miss, hello! Can I start?"

"It's time to start, thank you!"

Then there was a very soothing violin sound, long and light.

The two were soon so intoxicated by the music that the food they chewed seemed to have no taste.

"Zimo, you still know how to play."

"Hee hee! I dare not say anything else, but I am an old hand at this kind of place!"

Chen Feng gave a thumbs up silently.

But right now.

A group of men entered the western restaurant.

The leader was a man in his 40s, with his arms folded over his chest, his muscles were like granite, and his breath was restrained.

Chen Feng could easily see that the opponent was a strong man.

"Everyone leave immediately, we have reserved the venue today!"

A strong man in a suit who followed behind shouted, looking fierce.

Most of the people who come to the western restaurant are white-collar workers, a few children from rich families.

Seeing each other's posture, they left immediately.

I'm afraid of any danger, so I don't care about paying the bill.

Seeing this situation, the manager hurried forward to negotiate, "Guests, we don't accept reservations here.

If you have a meal, please take a seat. If you have to reserve the room, please leave! "

The burly man in the suit took a step forward and grabbed the manager's lapel with his big hands, "Hey! Do you know who he is?"

"He's one of the great masters of the Dragon Kingdom. It's already for you to save face here. He doesn't like to eat with other people!"

Chapter 121 The King of Fighters Grandmaster? Don't Disturb Me for Dinner The manager's pupils shrank involuntarily when he heard the words of the brawny man in a suit.

One of the ten great masters of the Dragon Kingdom.

Anyone who heard this name could not help trembling their legs.

But this manager is a very principled person. Although he is afraid, he still does not back down.

"It doesn't matter if you are one grand master or two grand masters, as long as you are not the supreme leader of the Dragon Kingdom, don't even think about booking the venue here!"

"This is the rule of our restaurant!"

"Hahahaha! An ordinary person has some courage!" The burly man in a suit laughed.

"Okay! We won't make reservations anymore, but do you think there are still people who dare to stay for dinner?"

At this time, the last wave of customers in the restaurant had already run out of the restaurant.

Only An Zimo and Chen Feng were left at the table.