Tomb Raider: What the hell is this strange commission?

Fatty Wang took the customer around the store and successfully changed his mind. Although he failed to get the ivory fan he had initially liked, he finally left with a box of low-end folding fans, feeling satisfied.

Having done a deal, Wang Pangzi was in high spirits today. He returned to the inner hall and asked the two people who were sitting there doing nothing:

"My dears, it's getting late now. We should have lunch. What would you like to eat?"

Hearing this, the man with black glasses was a little surprised: "Why, you want to treat us?"

"I'll treat you guys to a meal outside - that's impossible of course, but simply cooking two dishes is not a problem."

Fatty Wang chuckled, "I've been in Panjiayuan for quite some time, and I thought this place was a good place, so I bought the store next to ours. It was almost finished being renovated some time ago, but I didn't find any good products to sell, so I haven't opened it yet."

"But the small kitchen over there in the warehouse doesn't lack anything. All you have to do is order the dishes. As long as there are ingredients, I can show you my cooking skills."

"so smart."

The man with black glasses exclaimed, "I didn't expect that a fat guy like you would quietly start being a boss."

"That's all thanks to the care of our boss and Mr. Hei."

Wang Pangzi said, "In my life plan, I had to wait a few years before I could open this shop. But who would have thought that I would achieve my life goal so easily after only two years in Beijing?"

The man with black glasses smiled and said, "Look at what you're saying. The atmosphere has become so tense. Is it really necessary for me to go over there with you and have a drink?"

After saying that, the man with black glasses looked at Chi Yu: "Boss Chi? What are your plans?"

Actually, he didn't really feel like eating today.

Chi Yu blinked, looked at Fatty Wang, and thought seriously about whether the other party's cooking skills were trustworthy.

Well...anyway, let Black Glasses test the poison first when the time comes.

Chi Yu thought about it and nodded to the two of them: "Okay."

So the three of them locked the shop and moved to the small kitchen at the back.

Black Glasses brought a set of tables and chairs from somewhere, and followed them into the kitchen. He prepared a menu with Fatty Wang, and then sat down with Chi Yu and started chatting casually.

The small kitchen was built in the warehouse, but a window was opened for ventilation. After Wang Pangzi finished cooking, he called Black Glasses through the window to help serve the dishes. Chi Yu, on the other hand, sat there idly, watching them calmly.

Fatty Wang sat down, still steaming, and opened a bottle of ice-cold beer for himself. He clinked glasses with Chi Yu and the man with black glasses in turn, and said a few lively words to them with a smile. He suddenly recalled the last small dinner party he had experienced before he met the two of them.

And the old sheep's.

"Where did you make a fortune recently? Look at you, you seem to be living a pretty comfortable life."

Fatty Wang patted Lao Yang, pulled a stool and sat beside him, waved to the owner of the barbecue stall, ordered two cans of beer, and prepared to reminisce with the man.

He and Lao Yang had met several times before, but they were not very familiar with each other. Moreover, because his grandson was very nimble and could escape faster than anyone else when faced with problems, he would be scolded every time he met him.

But the whole circle is not that big, and there are only a few people who are willing to be the "lamas" who are trapped. They always meet each other after many times. Although they still don't trust each other, they can still chat with each other in their spare time.

The old sheep groaned, looking unhappy: "Forget about getting rich. This time I followed the Third Master to catch the lama, and suffered a lot. I worked hard for a long time but didn't get a penny. Fortunately, I am smart and managed to hold on to a big brother, otherwise I would have failed."

Fatty Wang listened to Lao Yang's complaints without feeling wronged. He just laughed out loud without giving Lao Yang any face.

Old Sheep raised his glass and said, "Come on, Fatty, we two brothers finally got together, so let's stop saying these unlucky words. Come on, let's go."

"Okay, let's go one by one."

The old sheep drank the wine in one gulp, wiped his lips, and smacked his lips twice: "But I can meet the young military advisor this time, so it's not such a loss."

Fatty Wang didn't understand what Lao Yang meant by this, so he subconsciously asked, "What?"

"Young military advisor! He is the military advisor who has been exaggerated in the underworld in the past two years, Chi Yu."

Seeing that he still looked uninterested, Lao Yang was a little surprised, "No way, Fatty, you are not interested in this big shot in the underworld?"

Fatty Wang thought about it for a moment, and compared this name with the rumors, and he saw it clearly:

"People like Chi Junshi are always at the center of the storm. If there is no big move, I don't think I will meet him. Just get to know him a little. We are not related at all now. What's the point of me thinking so much about it?"

Hearing what he said, Lao Yang was not happy. He looked at Fatty Wang with a look of disappointment and shook his head, "You are too narrow-minded, aren't you?"

So, regardless of what Fatty Wang thought, he pulled people to analyze for a long time the rumors about the little military advisor on the street and what the differences were between the little military advisor he actually met.

Finally, he asked Fatty Wang what he thought.

So Fatty Wang said, "I think what you said is not quite like the Military Advisor Chi I imagined."

The old sheep was obviously unconvinced: "What? You don't believe it? I just met him."

Fatty Wang didn't care whether he was convinced or not, and said bluntly: "It sounds like he's a little Bodhisattva. You're praising him to death."

The old sheep was silent for a moment, and thought: "You want to say that he is a little bodhisattva, but that's not right."

Seeing that Lao Yang did not refute him, Fatty Wang became curious, so Lao Yang continued:

"At the beginning, the young military advisor looked cold and had a bad temper. But if you provoke him, he would really beat you up. You can't see any marks, but it hurts a lot."

As the old sheep spoke, he seemed to recall the time when he was beaten, and he hissed:

"Especially the way he looked at us later, like a little devil who wanted to take our lives. It was as if in front of him, we were all fragile little kids who were vulnerable to any blow, and he was the most ferocious beast in the mountains. We had no choice but to wait for death."

Lao Yang's literary talent was just so-so after all. Fatty Wang listened for a long time but did not feel much empathy. He just felt that Lao Yang could remember these things so clearly, and he must have been beaten badly by Military Advisor Chi at that time, and he deserved it.

Lao Yang also felt that he was quite guilty at that time, and sighed: "Fatty, you also know that I am very timid and can't take responsibility. At that time, I was really scared half to death by the little military advisor. I thought that it didn't matter if the lama didn't clamp it, so I just ran away."

"But I was still greedy and didn't want to go there in vain, so I gritted my teeth and spent some time with the young military advisor. But it was precisely because of this period of time that I discovered that the young military advisor was not as cold as he looked, and he really did have the strength that could be praised by everyone."

Fatty Wang had drunk an unknown amount of wine, and was dragged by Lao Yang to talk about the military advisor. He felt a little dizzy, so he asked him casually:

"Well, since you've said so much, why don't you tell me, Fatty, what kind of person do you think this little military advisor is? The King of Hell, or the Bodhisattva?"

"Whether he is the King of Hell or a Bodhisattva, the little military advisor is just the little military advisor. In the final analysis, we have no way to define him. The little military advisor is such a complicated person."

Lao Yang burped, and was obviously quite drunk, but he still managed to clink glasses with Fatty Wang:

"Fatty, if you ask me, what kind of person is the young military advisor? You have your opinion, and I have mine. I have met him, so I already have the real answer in my heart, but you don't."

"——If you have the chance, when you see the little military advisor in person, you will know the answer clearly."

So when Fatty Wang later received a clerk recruitment offer from Chi Yu and Black Glasses in Panjiayuan, he chose to accept the job without much hesitation.

And it turned out that his choice was not wrong.

Fatty Wang pulled himself away from his memories, cleaned up the kitchen, and after eating and drinking, the few people sat back in the store and discussed how the store should develop in the next quarter.

"As for me, I recently took a job in Guangxi. If I'm unlucky, I may have to go to Southeast Asia. I estimate it will take two or three months to come back."

The man with black glasses put his hand on the armrest, his fingers dangling by the side, and nodded twice as he spoke, looking very casual.

Fatty Wang was the one who suffered. After hearing what he said, his face fell: "Mr. Hei, so you are not going to stay in the store anymore?"

The man with black glasses didn't reply, but looked at him and smiled without saying anything, which seemed to imply: "I'm sorry, you guessed right, this is what I planned."

Fatty Wang then turned his gaze to Chi Yu and said, "Little... Boss, I think our current store manager is really negligent in his duties. My total working hours are comparable to those of several Hei Ye. Otherwise, why don't you just let me be the store manager?"

The man with black glasses laughed and said, "How can a fat guy like you steal other people's jobs?"

"The work is for those who are prepared. Mr. Hei, your focus of work is not in the store at all, so don't take up the slack. Anyway, I can look after one store or two stores, it doesn't matter at all."

"When you followed others to pick up Lama before, wasn't it I, Hei Ye, who was watching in the store? How come the situation is reversed and it becomes my fault?"

Black Glasses said, then turned to Chi Yu and suggested with a smile: "How about this, Boss Chi, if you are free, how about we go together? Otherwise you will think that I just found an excuse to go out and be lazy, but actually did nothing."

So how did this topic come to him again?

Chi Yu glanced at the two of them and was about to say something when he found that a call from the company assistant suddenly came in, so he raised his hand and made a gesture.

The man with black glasses stopped talking all of a sudden, propped up his face, watched Chi Yu take out his cell phone, and watched him stand up and walk aside.

But this brief silence only lasted until Chi Yu came back after answering the phone.

When Chi Yu sat down again, the man with black glasses couldn't help but start whispering in his ear again, waiting for his response.

"The company has some things to deal with during this period, so we will not consider taking over the commission in Southeast Asia for the time being. You can go by yourself."

Chi Yu faced Black Glasses' accusing gaze with a normal expression, and said to Fatty Wang beside him, "Black Glasses has been busy with his things for a while, and I don't have time to come over. You are the only one in charge of the store, so you have to pay more attention to everything."

"If you have a problem that's hard to handle, call the number on the last page of the phone book and someone will be sent to solve it."

Fatty Wang patted his chest and assured, "Okay! Don't worry, I'll take care of the store while you're away!"

Chi Yu said, "I'll give you a bonus when I come back."

Fatty Wang immediately smiled happily.

——Is it the King of Hell or the Bodhisattva?

Fatty Wang already had the answer in his mind.

It’s a Bodhisattva.

——Gold.