Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 752 Goodbye Wu Yingxiong

Wales Avenue, Oak House Pub.

A small bar that only sells drinks and provides an Age of Discovery-style drinking venue with elements of sailors and pirates. It does not provide any other services.

In this country where drunkards are common and well-established people also like to have a drink or two, bars like this can be found everywhere like fast food restaurants.

The Olympic Games' economic boost and impact on a city are huge. The Oak House Bar's business is particularly good these days. There are also a lot of drinkers tonight, and the occupancy rate is 80%.

"Small glasses, I want a bottle of whiskey for table nine."

"Okay, right away!"

"Little glasses, five beers for table 13."

"Roger that!"

"Small glasses and beer glasses are not enough."

It's a pity that he didn't get it today. His last meal was around 11 o'clock at noon, which was a sandwich without ham.

He needs money.

This is a survival rule that every international student like him must master.

It's just that in a place like this, academic qualifications are of no use, and it's difficult for a yellow man like him to integrate into the team here, so he can only settle down and not offend them.

Because if the service he provides is not good, customers are likely to cause trouble for him. This probability is much higher than that of white and black waiters.

The funny thing is, I heard that he is still a college student and looks like a fool.

The other five waiters are not willing to do too much. The salary here is fixed, five dollars per hour, and it doesn't matter whether they work more or less. They are more willing to force the thin yellow man to work, as long as he can free up. Take some time out.

Sometimes, Little Glasses would also cast a hopeful look at the boss who was sitting at the bar like a bartender, hoping that he could distribute the work more evenly. If he asked, other waiters would do it, and they could not be blamed. I never take the initiative to approach my boss.

After surviving all these years, and seeing that life is gradually getting better, he will not give up.

He didn't dare not listen.

Don’t Little Glasses understand that this is a vicious cycle?

"I'll take a shower after delivering the wine!"

He has always been obedient.

No, he knew it.

There is no other way.

His other job is better paid than here. He does actuarial work for a small insurance company. Every day from 4 to 6 pm, the regular employees will occasionally give him a cup of coffee or an extra take-out dinner.

The little glasses man was running around the bar, sweat had already soaked through the black T-shirt issued by the bar, squeezing the little strength left on his body. He was certainly not a fool. Not only was he not stupid, he also had a doctorate in economics and finance. Master's degree.

But the boss turned a blind eye.

There are currently six waiters in the bar. Even the boss doesn't want to miss out on such good business. He has been there every night recently. Of course, he doesn't do anything, he just hangs out or drinks and enjoys the feeling of customers giving him money. .

He could only work non-stop, using his willpower to fight against fatigue. Paradoxically, he wished he could stay busy longer. If there are not many customers left in the bar and there is no need for so many waiters, he will definitely be the first to get off work, and his hourly salary will stop being calculated.

But the boss will often give him a satisfied and kind smile. Because he is so polite, he provides customers with far better services than other waiters.

An extra-long black Lincoln sedan slowly stopped outside the Oak House Bar. The probability of such an ultra-luxury vehicle appearing in front of such a tavern was as rare as a billionaire visiting the slums.

In the bar, perhaps only Little Glasses, who was immersed in washing cups at the bar, didn't notice it. Others turned their heads to look through the doors and windows, and many people stood up to look in admiration.

The car door opened, and two Asian boys wearing street clothes got out first, which surprised everyone.

"Thank you, thank you." They bowed toward the car door, not daring to make too obvious a move, but always keeping one of their drooping hands on their trouser pockets.

The two of them were 100% sure that Little Angkor must be working in this bar at this time, so after bringing these wealthy and friendly people whose identities were unknown, they left in a hurry. They discussed in low voices that they should go back first. Going to school and wandering the streets at night with so much money is really not a wise move.

Four more people got out of the car one after another, three men and one woman, also with Asian faces, but this time no one around them dared to look down upon them.

The two identical men in black T-shirts were obviously bodyguards.

The young man in front is tall and handsome, and the girl next to him is like an oriental angel.

These are real Asians with status and status. Many drinkers speculated that they were Nihong people, but some drinkers raised doubts, thinking that Nihong could not find anyone over 1.8 meters tall.

The four of them entered the bar together.

As soon as he entered the door, Li Jiankun couldn't wait to look around, suppressing a surge of excitement in his heart, searching for that familiar figure. Even though he hadn't seen it for many years, he was still sure that he could recognize it with just one outline.

That was his brother sleeping on the upper bunk.

The little hero was like a younger brother to him, satisfying all his fantasies about a younger brother who had never had a younger brother in his entire life.

For a moment, memories surged in my mind, and many past events between them emerged:

"Brother Kun, what's for lunch? I'll help you get it."

"Brother Kun, do you want to soak your feet? I've got some hot water."

"Brother Kun, you know everything. Please tell me about 'marginal utility' again."

Every time he thinks of the little hero, Li Jiankun always feels ashamed. When he first met the little hero, he was only sixteen years old, a proper minor. But more often than not, he was not taking care of the little hero, but the little hero was taking care of his life. The hero didn't mind this either, always saying that he was the youngest and should run around more.

Suddenly, Li Jiankun's eyes froze as he glanced at the bar.

<divclass="contentadv">A thin figure immersed in washing appeared in his eyes. There was no way he could be mistaken, even if the other person lowered his head.

With endless joy, Li Jiankun strode over. Ran Zi and the Fugui brothers followed his footsteps, and their movements also attracted the attention of the audience.

After getting closer, Li Jiankun raised his eyebrows slightly. He noticed that the thin figure was covered in sweat, and the black T-shirt of his uniform was almost stuck to his body. There were two waiters beside him, who were refreshed and very leisurely.

"hero!"

The thin figure paused in his movements and slowly raised his head, his eyes bursting with disbelief behind his black-rimmed glasses.

How could he not remember this voice?

He had thought about the many nights in a foreign country and dreamed of the owner of the voice countless times.

"Brother Kun!" Wu Yingxiong looked ecstatic, his face flushed with excitement, and the surprise came too suddenly, "Why are you here?!"

"It's a long story." Li Jiankun stretched out his hand, but couldn't touch it across the bar, so he hooked his palm and said, "Come out."

At this time, the drinkers and staff in the bar were stunned.

Obviously, he had never thought that the Asian nobleman sitting in a stretched Lincoln, accompanied by two bodyguards and accompanied by a beautiful woman, would have anything to do with the waiter in the Oak Room.