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Zhou Qingluo was a little angry, but he was angry with himself.

He didn't want to have any interaction with Song Ling, but he couldn't help being soft-hearted all the time.

Once the heart softens, intersections will inevitably occur, and once there is too much contact, they will become doubles.

Between him and Song Ling, if he doesn't act as a demon, then the identity of a substitute will not be established, and sooner or later they will return to each other.

Song Ling's ups and downs in his life were beyond his control.

One can imagine that Song Ling standing in front of him is not just a villain whose name is active on paper, but a living person, a person who has not yet begun to take revenge on society.

And such a person will end up committing suicide one day in the future.

Everyone wants to predict the future, but who would have thought that predicting the future is a tangled matter.

It would be nice if he didn't know anything.

Zhou Shoulin saw Zhou Qingluo poking his rice repeatedly, and asked, "Qingluo, why are you in a daze."

Zhou Qingluo asked: "Dad, if you could predict the future of a person who has nothing to do with you, and his future is not so good, would you want to change him?"

Zhou Shoulin was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Silly boy, how can people predict the future."

"I said what if."

"There is no what if," Zhou Shoulin looked at him with a smile, "I predicted that you would never be able to be independent, just live your whole life in such a muddle, and Qing Mu's study career stopped here, and my whole life will be like this. Barely survived by drudgery, and ended up with sickness."

"But now everything is slowly getting better. You are independent, and Qing Mu is going to study abroad soon. Now I can earn money without going out, and my health is getting better."

"All of this is because you have changed, which is a good butterfly effect."

Zhou Qingluo was a little embarrassed by his praise, "Dad, I just did what I should do."

"That's right, if you do what you need to do, you will have a bright future."

Zhou Qingluo fell silent.

Will people and things change?

Can he change all this?

Will all this really have a happy ending?

Lou Yang changed jobs and had already gone to work at the Oath Cafe, Zhou Qingluo sent the meal to the Oath Cafe, and asked Lou Yang to help deliver it to the third floor under the pretext of catching up on the order.

He still didn't want to see Song Ling.

But Lou Yang refused, "It's not that I don't want to help you. The one on the third floor is the super VIP of our store. Our boss serves him personally, and ordinary people are not allowed to go up there."

Lou Yang beat him to death, but he didn't expect that Yan Wang, who strangled someone's neck as soon as he came up in the elevator that day, turned out to be the super VIP of this coffee shop, covering the entire third floor. He is really rich and willful.

For a moment, Lou Yang didn't want to do this job anymore.

Fortunately, Hades usually ignored people when he came to the coffee shop, and went straight up to the third floor with an expression of "I am the most hated in the world", which was not as vicious as that night at all.

Even people are pretty nice.

Zhou Qingluo used the aggressive method: "You can't be cowardly, don't you dare?"

Lou Yang shook his head with a dull face: "The aggressive method is useless."

Just in time, Cui Zi came in. She had a dark face, holding a document in her hand, and stepped on ten centimeter high heels, rushing in.

Zhou Qingluo originally wanted her to do a favor, but looking at the situation now, it seems inappropriate.

The last time Cui Zi contacted him, she said that the coffee shop wanted to hire a full-time delivery man, and the salary was [-] yuan before tax, which was outrageously high. It is estimated that her mother wanted to match them up and opened the back door for him.

What Zhou Qingluo didn't expect was that Song Ling actually transferred the business of the casually drawn picture of a villain looking at the rainbow to Cui Zi. Cui Zi wanted to use his painting as a picture for the [-]th anniversary store celebration card.

It was just a scribbled drawing.

After all, the style of this cafe is the painting style of the oath, and his style has nothing in common with the style of the oath, so it is absolutely inappropriate to use his painting to be printed on the card.

With Cui Zi's business vision, she would definitely not be able to do such a stupid thing.

The back door was too wide open.

When Cui Zi saw him, the cloudy weather immediately turned sunny, and she greeted him with a smile: "It's Qing Luo."

Cui Zi has heard her mother tell how enthusiastic Zhou Qingluo is, how hard she works, and how likable she is. She has met him a few times, and she also thinks Zhou Qingluo is not bad.

It's a pity that Zhou Qingluo is the boss's favorite, and she absolutely dare not touch it. Sure enough, good boys are liked by both men and women.

Zhou Qingluo: "Sister Cui."

After greeting Zhou Qingluo, Cui Zi immediately walked to the stage with a dark face and an angry face.

Lou Yang ran over like a dog and asked, "Boss, what's the matter?"

Cui Zi: "Do you know PS?"

Lou Yang shook his head.

Cui Zi sneered: "Don't you know how to repair computers? Not even PS?"

Lou Yang was stunned for a moment, and with the mentality and awareness of 'I can be scolded by the boss if I'm right', he said: "Although I don't know how to play PS, I can reinstall PS."

Cui Zi: "..."

Cui Zi took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, spread out the poster in his hand and complained: "Look, the promotional poster for the [-]th anniversary of the store has been made in such a deadly state, and it took almost a month to hand over the draft, that's it?"

Zhou Qingluo glanced curiously.

The poster was quite satisfactory, with average typesetting, average color tone, and no special features. At first glance, I thought it was a template downloaded from the Internet.

Cui Zi continued to complain: "It's an unspeakable awkwardness, how did they do it? Do you draw with your eyes closed?"

When Zhou Qingluo taught himself how to draw, he liked to copy. As his level got better, he liked to find some pictures from the Internet to modify. Over time, when he saw pictures that were not drawn well, his hands would itch, and he always wanted to correct them.

Seeing this poster that looked okay at first glance, but was particularly awkward at second glance, Zhou Qingluo just wanted to volunteer, when Cui Zi stopped his hand, suddenly raised his head, and looked straight at Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

Cui Zi waved at him: "You know how to draw, come and try."

Zhou Qingluo: "Me?"

"to you."

The coffee shop is about to celebrate its fourth anniversary, and the store is preparing to release a commemorative card. The illustrations on the card have already been decided. Unexpectedly, Song Ling changed his mind at the last minute and used Zhou Qingluo's sketch instead of Jiang Shiyan's drawing.

Regarding painting, Cui Zi has been a fan of Jiang Shiyan for so many years, so of course he knows a thing or two. Although Zhou Qingluo's sketch is only a few strokes, it can be seen that the style of the brushwork is extraordinary and the conception is ingenious, like the style of an experienced professional painter.

Anyway, the boss wants to recruit him to work here to deliver food. If the painter is good, he can also be responsible for the art work in the store. It is not impossible to take the opportunity to test his basic skills in color and typography.

Zhou Qingluo readily agreed, "Okay, but I have an urgent order now, can you send it for me? Then you can send the electronic file to my email, and I will help you get it and send it to you in the evening."

Cui Zi: "Deal."

Cui Zi readily agreed to Zhou Qingluo, and every time Song Ling's personal nutritionist delivered meals, she would deliver them.

When Cui Zi arrived on the third floor, Song Ling usually kept typing on the computer with a cold face, but now his computer was not turned on, and he sank on the sofa, staring out the window in a daze.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head, his eyes seemed to light up for a moment, then quickly darkened, then turned his head slightly, and looked behind her.

Cui Zi also looked back subconsciously, but there was nothing behind her.

Cui Zi: "Boss, your takeaway has arrived."

Song Ling frowned slightly and looked at her: "Why did you send it?"

Cui Zi understood, it seemed that the boss was waiting for Zhou Qingluo.

She will definitely not be able to deliver this meal in the future.

Cui Zi: "Zhou Qingluo said that there is an urgent order, and the money will be deducted soon after the time limit."

Song Ling murmured in a low voice, "He's out of money, and withholding some money seems to kill him."

Cui Zi didn't hear clearly: "Boss, what did you say?"

Song Ling coughed twice: "I said I hired you to be a professional manager, not to deliver food."

Cui Zi: "Yes."

"Didn't you say you want to hire a full-time delivery man? Have you hired it? Let him deliver it after you've hired it."

Speaking of this, Cui Zi communicated with Zhou Qingluo, but Zhou Qingluo refused, "He didn't come."

Song Ling's eyes turned cold visibly, "Why?"

"What he basically means is that the coffee shop does not need a full-time delivery man, and I don't have to open the back door for him."

"Who opened the back door for him?"

Cui Zi: "..." What did you say?

"How much did you pay him?"

"Twenty thousand before tax."

"Add money."

"what?"

"Not rich enough."

Cui Zi: "..." This back door is transparent from north to south.

She doesn't want to be the general manager anymore, he wants to be a full-time deliveryman.

Before Cui Zi came back to his senses, Song Ling asked again: "How about the commercial use of that painting?"

Cui Zi shook her head again, "Zhou Qingluo disagrees."

Song Ling almost jumped up: "Why?"

"He said that the theme of our coffee shop is the style of the oath, which is romantic and literary, which does not match his painting style. He sincerely suggested that we use commemorative cards that are consistent with the theme."

Song Ling laughed angrily, "Is he the boss or am I the boss?"

"..."

Song Ling: "Add more money."

Cui Zi: "It has been added, but he still sticks to his principles."

"..."

Song Ling stood up abruptly, "I'll go down and talk to him."

Cui Zi: "Boss, he has already left."

Song Ling ignored it and continued walking.

Cui Zi had never seen Song Ling so flustered, like an ant on a hot pot.

Cui Zi thought that you could pull it off, if you could, he would have come to work long ago.

Cui Zi: "If he knew that the boss is actually you, would he still come?"

Song Ling paused as if slamming on the brakes, then walked back slowly, and waved at her, "You continue to find a way to get him to work here."

Before Cui Zi had time to say anything, Song Ling said, "How about increasing the salary to [-]."

Cui Zi thought to herself, why don't you just give them all the bank cards you have in your hand, or just hire them with three media and six jobs, and marry them back home.

The back door was too wide open.

Cui Zi looked at the boss who was a bit helpless and had gone to the doctor in a hurry, and said with a smile: "I think Zhou Qingluo is a person with principles, for example, the store is short of an artist with a monthly salary of [-] yuan, not a deliveryman with a monthly salary of [-] yuan? "

"Or is there any other reason why he doesn't want to come? You have to prescribe the right medicine?"

Think again?

As soon as Cui Zi left, Song Ling took out his phone to search.

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