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When Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling came to the parking shed of the cafe on their electric bikes, they happened to meet Lou Yang, Li Lu and Zhao Cheng.

And the cleaning lady in the coffee shop.

They didn't hide it, or maybe they couldn't hide their shock at the moment, looking at Song Ling.

Their cold and noble VIP customer Mr. Song Ling, this man who drives a red Maserati with the license plate number Ling A00000, is actually sitting in the back seat of Zhou Qingluo's electric car, wearing a yellow Pikachu helmet with a sunflower doll on it , the sunflowers are still swinging left and right.

From a tall, rich and handsome iceberg to a cutie in the world, there is only a yellow Pikachu helmet and a sunflower doll in the middle.

After a moment of silence, everyone greeted each other routinely, "Good morning, both of you."

Basically only Zhou Qingluo responded, and some people wore helmets to keep his aloof personality alive.

Zhou Qingluo was quite puzzled, Song Ling was two people in front of people and in front of him. Song Ling in front of people seemed to be equipped with four high-power refrigerators, blowing out air-conditioning.

But in front of him...

Forget it, don't mention it.

Now that Song Ling was allowed to get on the electric car, Zhou Qingluo was already mentally prepared to be surrounded by people, so he was calm at this time, and there was no pressure.

And some people always go their own way, thick-skinned, and don't feel embarrassed.

Zhou Qingluo: "If Sister Cui disagrees with you about the refund later, I'll go and talk about it for you."

"Can you just go and talk?"

"Of course, the internal staff are easy to talk to. Have you ever seen that when you are shopping, the clerk asks the store manager for a 9% discount? It makes sense."

"I've never bought anything on sale."

"..." Look at this obvious class contradiction.

"Then you have to keep it in mind, there will be plenty of opportunities to buy in the future, remember to ask the clerk if you can apply for a discount."

The two walked into the coffee shop while chatting. When they were approaching the door of the coffee shop, Zhou Qingluo realized that Song Ling was still holding the helmet.

"What do you bring your helmet in here for? Just put it on the electric car."

Song Ling flicked the sunflower doll, "What if it was pulled out?"

Zhou Qingluo smiled, "Who cares about stealing this stuff?"

"That's not necessarily true. I've thought about it several times."

"...", Zhou Qingluo was amused, "Crazy."

Seeing some people's treasures like this, he almost thought that this thing was made of gold.

As soon as the two entered the coffee shop, Song Ling carried the helmet and went straight up to the third floor. As soon as he left, Lou Yang and the others immediately surrounded him without saying a word, and looked at him with burning eyes.

Zhou Qingluo: "It's a long story, so I can't make a long story short. The twists and turns are too bizarre. Anyway, it's not what you think. Let's break up and get to work."

Lou Yang sent out a soul torture: "Tell me first, what are we thinking."

Zhao Cheng and Li Lu nodded in agreement, "Tell me specifically."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

I haven't seen you for a few days, how come these people have become more refined, they look like they won't give up until they ask for something.

Lou Yang spoke bluntly: "You two come together, you are already living together, right?"

Li Lu: "If you live together, it should be Qing Luo who comes by Maserati, not Mr. Song who comes by electric car."

Lou Yang: "Qing Luo keeps a low profile."

Zhao Cheng: "If Mr. Song drives a BMW 6 to bring Qing Luo, it can be said to be low-key, but riding an electric car...is it the same as using bicycles for wedding car teams? Tell me, how low-key this matter is."

Li Lu: "And I'm wearing Pikachu's helmet, and there's a swinging sunflower on it. Oh, that sunflower was on Qingluo's helmet before."

Zhou Qingluo felt that even if he had opened three hundred mouths, he would not be able to speak clearly, and he had closed himself in place.

He wanted to growl—

You don't understand Song Ling at all!

This is just his routine!

I don't want to talk about things that I can't understand in one or two sentences.

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, walked into the studio, and quit the group chat, "I'm off to paint, you continue."

He picked up the pen and started drawing against the sketch.

I was painting and painting, and suddenly I didn't want to paint anymore.

This is Jiang Shiyan's painting. Song Ling is so good at coloring, so he must have helped Jiang Shiyan color a lot. Maybe the painting he is doing now is Song Ling holding Jiang Shiyan's hand late at night. Colored by people together.

After the two finished painting, according to Song Ling's reserve of several tons of yellow waste in gallon barrels, there was no such thing as you pressing me and I riding you...

Just hot eyes.

Why did he draw Jiang Shiyan's paintings? Give them to his fans, it will increase his followers, bring traffic to the cafe, and it will also make money for the cafe. He is the only one who gets paid. How much bonus can be distributed to him? ?

I don't want to work hard anymore.

He put down the pen angrily, leaned on the chair and sighed, rubbing his sore eyes.

I don't want to make this money anymore.

Zhou Qingluo was depressed for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong. What kind of outrageous thoughts did he have?

Want to let go of the opportunity to make money?

Although the family's financial situation has gradually improved, the house has not yet been bought, not to mention that the family now has an extra mouth to eat.

Song Ling might not be able to find a job for a while, so he has to help him. If Song Ling can't find a job, he can't let him starve to death.

A lot of money to spend.

Responsibility is on our shoulders.

It's not easy being a man.

Zhou Qingluo figured it out, apologized to the God of Wealth, picked up the paintbrush and began to concentrate on working.

On the other side, Song Ling, who may have been unable to find a job, called Cui Zi to the third floor.

Cui Zi looked at the three sunflowers in front of him, and couldn't help but want to smile.

One is painted on the white porcelain cup, one is sucked on the computer cover, and the other is sucked on the helmet.

The white porcelain cups were the ones bought in the store, and the one on the helmet was originally on Zhou Qingluo's helmet, and it was the same type as the one on the computer.

You can tell who it is at a glance.

These things are placed beside Song Ling alone, which is very abrupt, but with Zhou Qingluo added, they are inexplicably harmonious.

Just like when she drove in and saw Song Ling holding the helmet and chatting with Zhou Qingluo, she didn't dare to admit that the man chattering beside Zhou Qingluo was Boss Song who had been stern here for four years.

Song Ling: "Sit down."

Song Ling usually cherishes words like gold, and orders things in one or two sentences. Cui Zi always stands and listens. When she goes up to the third floor, Song Ling asks her to sit down twice. Go to work at the coffee shop.

Cui Zi sat down.

Song Ling: "You may have to prepare yourself mentally."

Cui Zi has been with Song Ling for so many years, and she knows a little bit about his temperament. It is estimated that what he has to say can shock her three views.

She took a deep breath: "It's okay, just tell me."

Song Ling handed her a contract.

Cui Zi took it over to see that it was the sales contract of the Oath Cafe.

Cui Zi's head buzzed, there was a momentary blank, and his tongue was a little awkward, "What do you mean?"

"Take a good look."

Cui Zi trembled as she turned over the contract.

To add to her distress, the buyer did not take over and continue the business, but overturned the software company.

So, the Oath Café is going to disappear forever and only live in memory.

She also wanted to open a branch.

Cui Zi sat there for a long time before recovering, "Are you sure you want to sell?"

"Ah."

Cui Zi thought to himself that the boss really cherishes words like gold, as if his words are limited in supply, and he wants to save the time to talk to Zhou Qingluo endlessly.

The coffee shop is running very well, earning money every month, and has a certain reputation on the Internet. It already has a brand effect, and now it is sold.

Cui Zi couldn't hold back and asked, "Isn't this your painstaking effort? Why did you sell it?"

Song Ling glanced at her, "I'm just paying, it's your hard work."

Cui Zi thought about it, from the decoration to the operation of this coffee shop, Song Ling only paid for it, and she took care of the rest.

It was really her heart.

Thinking about it now, it wasn't because Song Ling trusted her completely, but because he just wanted to find a place for his spiritual sustenance, and he didn't care about everything.

Cui Ziqiang smiled happily: "Then you are not going to give me a reason?"

Song Ling replied directly: "I don't want it anymore."

"..." If you really are free and easy, if you don't want the assets of several hundred million, then you don't want it.

Cui Zi has always acted vigorously, snapped the contract shut, straightened her expression and held back her tears.

She knew that Song Ling was indifferent, but she didn't expect to be so indifferent.

It was understandable that he had moved on to her, but what was wrong with the coffee shop, it was like a good machine, it was running well, it was making good money, and now it was going to be dismantled and thrown away.

"Mr. Song, I can understand that you start a new relationship, but the coffee shop is the painstaking effort of all of us, you can't just because..."

Cui Zi did not continue.

Song Ling: "Can't you accept it?"

"Yes, I can't accept it."

Song Ling was silent for a while, and asked directly, "Are you afraid of the collapse of the house?"

Cui Zi thumped in her heart. For so many years, she has not pursued stars, but only pursued one manga author, that is Oath. From high school to now, she has always liked his works. Although the composition of Oath is not top-notch, the coloring is absolutely amazing. .

"Of course I'm afraid, who isn't afraid of house collapse."

"I'm afraid I won't say it."

"It's alright, tell me."

"That year, the oath was caught in a plagiarism scandal. It's true. This is the original manuscript. I deleted the post. I created the rhythm. I was protecting him. I came to you because you were speaking for him."

Cui Zi bit her lip.

He went straight to the point and didn't give her a chance to buffer.

"Oath is not very sensitive to color. His paintings are all filled in by me. He will post two coloring pictures on Weibo for fans to choose. Most fans choose the colors I filled in."

Cui Zi's head is in a mess now, feeling that someone is holding a big hammer, first shattering her dream, and then destroying his room.

Cui Zi collected herself, tried to stabilize her emotions and said, "Then what should we do with so many employees?"

Song Ling directly offered a plan, "According to the five times the stipulated compensation, I will arrange jobs for them, and the salary will remain the same. If you open a coffee shop in another place, I will pay until you make a profit, and no dividends will be paid."

Cui Zi twitched the corner of her mouth and smiled, this compensation is really tempting, but Cui Zi couldn't be happy.

"What about you, Mr. Song, you've been with us for so long, don't you feel any reluctance for us?"

Song Ling didn't avoid her eyes, nor did he reply to her words.

Cui Zi understands, Song Ling has always been indifferent to the warmth and comfort of people, they love this place, maybe he just regards them as moving tools.

But Cui Zi can't understand, a person who has been living in a gray and gloomy world, doesn't understand right and wrong, and the warmth and coldness of human relationships.

Cui Zi stood up, turned around and left, "You sell it, I can."

"I didn't know this before."

Cui Zi stopped, knowing that he was answering her question, he didn't understand human feelings, so he never cared about it, so he was indifferent when he saw her blind and fond of vows for so many years.

"I'm sorry, Cui Zi, I didn't mean to spoil your hard work."

"But I'm in love with someone, and I'm going to clean up the place for him."

Cui Zi smiled, raised her hand and left. She suddenly felt that Song Ling had a little human touch, and now she regarded them as human beings.

When Cui Zi swore to everyone that the coffee shop would be sold, Zhou Qingluo was in a bad mood.

It was the first time he had ever brought down a business.

He wanted to work here for the rest of his life and make good money, but the boss wanted to sell it.

The meeting room was silent, everyone looked at Cui Zi in disbelief.

Cui Zi: "I'm sorry for lying to everyone all the time. I'm not the owner of this coffee shop, but a professional manager with full authority."

Everyone: "Huh???"

Cui Zi: "This is a decision made by the boss after careful consideration. The compensation will be five times the stipulated compensation for everyone. The boss also promised everyone that if you want to introduce jobs, the salary will remain the same."

Compensation terms sound good, but no one is happy.

Zhao Cheng: "Selling it is not a matter of changing the boss, why can't we continue to work here?"

Lou Yang: "That's right, didn't you say that you will open a branch and go public in the future?"

Cui Zi closed her eyes: "The boss gave up the brand of Oath Coffee and sold the building to a software company. There will be no Oath Coffee in the future."

Zhao Cheng: "What do you mean? Erased? Gone?"

Cui Zi: "Yes, it's gone, it's been erased, there's no trace left."

Song Ling even registered the trademark of Oath Coffee, preventing anyone from registering it again.

Wipe it thoroughly, leaving no room for turning around, so as not to let this brand see the light of day again.

Everyone was silent.

Cui Zi: "Li Lu, we will start to deal with VIP customer pre-deposits tomorrow. Zhao Cheng, Lou Yang and Qing Luo will take inventory of the warehouse inventory, and the meeting will be adjourned."

Zhou Qingluo took inventory all day, until he got home from get off work, he was depressed after eating, he didn't even want to draw anymore, and sat in front of the computer in a daze.

He was also worried that Song Ling would not be able to ask for a refund. At this time, the coffee shop was sold by the boss, and it was gone. Song Ling refunded the fee smoothly.

What luck!

He was not so lucky, he lost his job.

Song Ling cut a dragon fruit and brought it in, handed it to him, "Eat some fruit."

"Don't eat."

"Eat some fruit and feel good."

"Don't eat."

Song Ling pulled a bench and sat down beside him. With a spoon, he scooped out a piece of flesh from the sweetest part of the dragon fruit and handed it to his mouth. "It's super sweet. Try it and divert your attention."

Zhou Qingluo was so sad that he felt that what he said made sense, so he opened his mouth and swallowed the food that came to his mouth.

Song Ling's rhythm was mastered very well, feeding him mouthful after mouthful.

After satisfying his appetite, Zhou Qingluo regained his sanity, and when he came back to his senses, he felt that the two of them looked a little inappropriate.

But it seems to be too late. There are already two big pits between the two halves of the dragon fruit, and they have been dug to the bottom.

Song Ling took another mouthful of the pulp and brought it to his mouth.

Zhou Qingluo's expression was stiff, his eyes dodged, "I won't eat."

Song Ling raised his eyebrows, staring at the rose-red juice remaining at the corner of his mouth, and put the pulp into his own mouth.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling finished eating the rest of the fruit, and wiped the corners of Next Zhou Qingluo's mouth with a tissue, and then wiped his own.

"Zhou Qingluo, I'm ashamed to feed you, what should I do in the future?"

Zhou Qingluo blushed: "Don't be poor, I'm bothered."

"Troubled about the coffee shop?"

"Yeah, why sell it properly, do you think the boss is sick!"

"..."

Once Zhou Qingluo started complaining, he couldn't stop.

"I have so many cups, I haven't finished drawing them yet, I promised to give them to fans, hey."

"Not your fan."

"But this can increase the popularity of the cafe."

"You just get a salary, what do you worry about."

Zhou Qingluo thought about it, why this person's thinking was exactly the same as what he thought just now, it seemed to make sense.

"But I'm unemployed now!"

"You are such a professional painter, what are you afraid of?"

"But my major is circuit design."

"Then why don't you know that there are males and females in electricity, you only know that there are males and females in biology."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo really admired Song Ling's brain circuit.

After all, he couldn't say that the circuit design was learned by the original master, and it had nothing to do with him.

Zhou Qingluo was powerless to refute, so he had to curse again, "Is the owner of the coffee shop brainless! Hey!"

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo also asked Cui Zi why the boss suddenly sold the coffee shop.

Cui Zi said that the boss opened the coffee shop for his ex-boyfriend, and now that they broke up, they were going to sell it. It just so happened that the cooperation with the oath had also expired, so they simply broke up.

Zhou Qingluo's brown bear growled: "Ah! Why are there so many idiots recently!"

Zhou Qingluo suddenly thought of the video that he had swiped before, so he took it out and showed it to Song Ling.

This video has already become popular, saying that the buyer is the Super Leak Picker, the Chosen Son, and the God of Luck.

"Show you a video, and you will know how many idiots there are now."

Song Ling's face was numb when he saw the video.

The guy who bought his big flat made a short video, showing off his big flat, and said that the seller is super generous, nothing will be taken away, and all will be given away.

Netizens got pink eye disease when they saw the things left by the original owner.

Among them was Zhou Qingluo.

"If you don't want the little million things, you don't want them. You can't waste money like this."

Song Ling shut himself in place and didn't speak.

"Some netizens analyzed that it might be the bits and pieces left by the ex, so the seller threw them all away. Why throw it away? Isn't it good to sell it? It would be great to turn the ex into money for the current one to spend."

Song Ling: "..."

Zhou Qingluo: "Like the owner of the coffee shop, he is probably not very old, so he is so naive and loves brains."

Song Ling's facial expression gradually became stiff.

Zhou Qingluo continued to complain: "It stands to reason that one should be a mature person to have a successful career at a young age. If he breaks up with his boyfriend, he should quit the company? Childish."

Song Ling: "..."

"What's wrong with the ex-boyfriend? If we split up, we'll pull it down. The next one will be better. Keep the things that make money to make money. Let's use the remaining heat of the ex-boyfriend to benefit the current boyfriend."

Song Ling heard Zhou Qingluo talking about his ex-boyfriend, which made him upset.

"Not an ex-boyfriend." Not talked about at all.

"Sister Cui said, it's her ex-boyfriend."

"I said no!"

Seeing his resolute appearance, Zhou Qingluo was quite surprised, "How do you know?"

Song Ling was stunned, "I was a super VIP before, with so much money every year, of course I know who the boss is, not the ex-boyfriend, they have never been in a relationship, and they have never held hands."

"Oh, that's Bai Yueguang, who I can't get and still loves so much."

"...No, I still love deeply." It's better to say yes.

Zhou Qingluo was a little embarrassed. Song Ling not only knew who the boss was, but also knew it in such detail. It seemed that Song Ling and the boss had a very close relationship.

Then he made such a long series of complaints just now, it seemed impolite.

Zhou Qingluo asked cautiously, "Is the boss your friend?"

Song Ling rubbed the tip of his nose. If he said no, Zhou Qingluo would definitely ask him how he knew such details.

Song Ling: "Not a friend."

"Then can you tell him about the demands of the front-line employees? Sister Cui is doing her best for this coffee shop, and everyone likes the working atmosphere of this coffee shop. If you can't sell it, try not to sell it?"

Song Ling looked at him silently.

Zhou Qingluo let out a sigh of relief, "Forget it, it's a little hard for you, everyone has decided to go around again, it seems not very good."

Within 2 minutes of mourning, Zhou Qingluo regained his strength.

He looked at Song Ling firmly: "The situation has been decided, so let's find another way out. This time we can find a job together."

Song Ling was a little amused, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

"Qing Luo, what if the oath was to deceive everyone from the beginning?"

"Also, if I were the boss, I would chase you, but I opened the coffee shop for Jiang Shiyan before, would you mind the existence of this coffee shop?"

Zhou Qingluo thought about it carefully, and Song Ling's enlightenment method of empathy and empathy really worked, and he suddenly became enlightened about the boss selling the coffee shop.

Zhou Qingluo gave the answer sincerely: "If you don't sell it, it's really embarrassing, but you have to sell it for a good price. You can't waste it like that big flat landlord. If you don't want it, you don't want it."

"..."

"Thank you for enlightening me, I feel much better."