I walk the career line in dog blood

The manager understood now, and he immediately said: "This is our restaurant's mistake, I am very sorry for disappointing the guests. I don't know which waiter it is, I will immediately ask him to come over and apologize to the guests."

"Don't," An Yinong raised his hand, "I'm not disappointed. I'm here to eat, and your restaurant provides food and supporting services. It's just a cold money transaction between us. There is no other relationship, so we can't talk about disappointment."

The manager just laughed and didn't seem to take it seriously.

"I don't think the manager cares about it. It seems that I am young and ignorant and making trouble here? Well then, let me clarify with you one by one."

An Yinong sat up straight, his expression became serious and serious.

"First, I come here to eat, one is to buy food, and the other is to buy service. The service is included in the premium price of your dishes, otherwise, the fruit juice with your gold foil stickers will not cost ten yuan. This is the manager. Do you agree?"

He tapped the fruit juice on the menu with his fingers, and at the price of a dozen yuan, he could buy a basket of imported fruits with excellent appearance.

At this time, other guests have noticed this side, the manager wiped his forehead: "I know, so..."

"Since you admit that I have already paid for the 'service' when ordering, let's talk about the second item: Why is the service I should have received discounted?" An Yinong directly interrupted him.

"gentlemen……"

"Let him talk." The manager wanted to say more, but someone stopped him. It was a man with a touch of sandalwood. He had a handsome and gentle face, but there was a scar on his eyebrows, and he looked evil.

It's him?

This time, there were two conspicuous bodyguards standing behind him, but the bodyguards seemed not as imposing as their employers.

An Yinong wondered why this person's temperament is so changeable?For a while, he looks like a big brother with a story, and for a while, he looks like a gentle scholar.

"We meet again." The man laughed when he saw him, and his demeanor became very gentle.

"Hmm." Every time he saw this person, he would become uncomfortable and couldn't explain the feeling.An Yinong closed his eyes and recalled the voice and smile (?) of his old Gu, barely suppressing the eagerness to move.

The man sat down on the seat opposite. Today he was wearing a black casual suit with a moon-white silk scarf on his chest.He looked at An Yinong, and turned the wrench on his thumb: "The little guest spoke very well, let him continue."

"Yes." The manager shut up directly.

"A guest is a guest, why add a word 'small'?"

"Sorry, I was the one who made a slip of the tongue, so what's the guest's suggestion?" The man's smile became more obvious, and his voice became softer.

An Yinong suddenly became vigilant: This attitude is not right, is this person trying to poach his old Gu's corner?

An Yinong, who didn't want to start a new relationship for the time being, didn't want to look at this man, but this man kept looking at him. Even because An Yinong frowned, his own brows also frowned.

A strange, overwhelmed feeling rose in him.

If it's a girl, a man can understand, but it's clearly a boy: what's wrong with me?

"It's not a suggestion, it's just a complaint from a bad-tempered customer."

After laughing at himself, An Yinong continued: "The waiter is part of the service system provided by the entire restaurant. He calls the customer who only gives a tip of five yuan a poor ghost, calls the customer who communicates in words deaf, and even spits in her dishes." , can be used as your restaurant's feedback on the tip of three yuan and five yuan by default, is there any problem?"

"This, guest, this is not what we teach." The manager cried out.

"Yeah, you didn't say it verbally, but didn't you give the waiter this right in action? If your training is thorough enough and you respect the guests enough, why do I, as a guest, pay for this kind of humiliation?" the manager said. Qu Qu could not convince An Yinong.

"Secondly, if a store doesn't give a waiter enough basic wages to let him live only on tips, then out of self-interest, will the waiter choose to please customers who tip more, and ignore or even despise customers who tip less?

"In other words, it is the salary distribution of your restaurant that determines the behavior of the waiters, that is, the management of your restaurant, which indirectly promotes the whole service system's "hate the poor and love the rich, praise the high and depress the low", what I said Is it reasonable?"

After An Yinong punched him with a set of punches, the manager couldn't resist at all, and he said, "Yes, it's our fault."

The expression of the man next to him remained the same, it was hard to tell whether he was happy or unhappy, but he stopped turning his fingers and showed a thoughtful expression on his face.

Seeing this, An Yinong also opened the menu: "Also, you have to teach your waiters a lesson, and you can teach yourself a lesson when you go home. I'm here for dinner, not to see your restaurant's failure to manage your employees. You treat your employees a little bit better. No punishment or humiliation can arouse my comfort, I have no such perverted hobbies.

"There is no interest relationship between me and the waiter, but I have a direct money transaction with your restaurant, so the 'service' is discounted. Naturally, I should find you, what do you think?"

The manager wiped his sweat again and again, but it was not because he realized his mistakes, but because he was afraid that his mistakes at work would be seen by the boss next to him and affect his work.

An Yinong sneered: "Please apologize to that lady, her personal physical condition is not the reason for being maliciously humiliated by your restaurant."

In the end, the manager took the previous two waiters to apologize to the unknown lady and presented her with a large fruit basket.At the same time, An Yinong also got a bowl of fruit, and the two of them got a [-]% discount on today's bill.

But he knew that all of this was not because of his eloquence or the conscience of the restaurant, but because of the man sitting opposite him who didn't know whether he was the boss or the shareholder.

"Sir, I have an appointment." An Yinong reminded him.

"I'm the owner of this store. My surname is Xie. I don't know how the customers call me?"

At this time, An Yinong actually didn't want to have any in-depth contact with this person, he didn't like this feeling of being out of control.But on the face An Yinong still replied very calmly: "Mr. Xie, hello, my surname is He. Mr. Xie stayed because I didn't like what I said earlier?"

"On the contrary, I think your proposal makes sense after hearing it. You should increase the basic salary of the service staff and set rules so that all guests who enter here can enjoy the service they deserve. So, I want to ask Ask if Mr. He has any other suggestions."

The man seemed very sincere, but An Yinong resisted with a cold expression: "Boss Xie is too polite. It was just my family's words before. Boss Xie doesn't need to be taken seriously."

As he spoke, he looked down at his watch, 'talking to himself': "I've made this point, why hasn't it arrived yet?"

With this sentence and this action, the meaning of driving away customers is obvious, but the man was not angry. He just stood up and nodded to him with a smile: "Welcome to come back next time, and accept the results of the proposal?"

An Yinong smiled and said nothing, but thought in his heart: Forget it, I won't come again after today.

After the man left, An Yinong ordered a honey lemon cake and orange juice.He sat at the window and looked out at the calm sea and the people walking on the broad street.

After the cake was wiped out, his mood became clear again, and it was time to make an appointment with the editor.

This editor came on time. She was a newly recruited intern editor of "Painting Friends". Her surname was Qian. She wore two braids and round glasses. She looked very reserved, like a student who had just entered society.

"You?" Editor Qian recognized An Yinong at a glance, and her eyes widened.

"Please sit down." An Yinong asked with a smile, "What would Editor Qian want to eat?"

Editor Qian was like a dream. She sat down and thought conspiratorially: Could it be that the little boss wanted to know the situation of the new president, so he deliberately submitted an article to test it?

In the end, An Yinong took out a stack of original drawings and proved that he was the original author: "Here, just treat me as an ordinary contributor."

Editor Qian chuckled: How dare you?

She was sitting upright and listening to what An Yinong said, and she nodded at everything he said, so the contract was signed very quickly.

"I don't sign the work, the copyright belongs to the author, the manuscript fee is five yuan per page, and the tax fee is negotiable when the booklet is published." An Yinong looked at the contract that had been printed in his hand, and was quite satisfied with it.

"We will be partners from now on, Editor Qian. My identity...you know."

"I know, don't worry." Editor Qian raised her glasses all the time, and she was about to cry. Why did the new boss suddenly want to be an author she was in charge of, and didn't want to reveal his identity?

"By the way, are the drawings sent directly to the publishing house, or do you come to pick them up?"

Editor Qian raised his head and said cautiously: "There have been incidents of lost manuscripts before, so the editors usually come to pick them up. Moreover, if they don't come to remind them, many authors will forget to submit their manuscripts."

Procrastination syndrome?

"Well, I will send you the manuscript on time every month. If you don't receive it on that day, you can either call me or come to this address to find me." An Yinong copied an address to her.

Editor Qian said in his heart, 'You are the boss, you can do whatever you want': "Okay."

After she left with the contract, An Yinong went to the front desk to pay the bill. The two meals added up to a hundred yuan.In fact, it’s just a few dishes of snacks and a pot of tea. The prices here are really high.

"The discount is 97." An Yinong took out a 100 yuan note.He felt that someone was looking at him, and when he turned sideways, he saw the man before him, sitting in a corner, smiling and raising his wine glass to him.

It's been so long, why is this person still here?

Oh, he is the boss, is the boss so free?

An Yinong smiled back, picked up the change and left: It's better not to see each other again.

"Boss, I asked. It's an editor of a magazine. She said that the boy asked her to come here and wanted to publish comics in their magazine to discuss signing a contract." The subordinate came over and whispered the news.

"Manga? Which magazine?"

"It's the He family's "Painting Friends" magazine. I heard that it was recently transferred to He Laosan's only son by He Laoer. It is currently being revised."

As the sun sets, the gentle evening breeze blows the scarves on women's heads, and the skirts sway with the rhythm of the waves. This long street is like a temporary runway, on which fashionable men and women show themselves.

An Yinong watched them, the twilight light had a natural and hazy filter, everything in front of him looked like a scroll and a musical score.

This area is either a bank or a hotel. It is the place with the highest land price and a place with a good view. He originally wanted to go back directly, but because the view was so good, he couldn't help but stay for a while.

"Crack."

He turned around and saw a middle-aged man pressing the shutter button on him, An Yinong frowned displeasedly, turned and left.

"Please wait a moment." The man caught up with him, "Hello, are you interested in becoming a star?" He took out a business card again, which was written as an assistant of a certain TV station.

"I'm not a liar, you can make this call."

"I know you're not a liar, but I'm not interested in being a star." An Yinong said.

The middle-aged man caught up again: "Our TV station is recruiting trainees this month, you can think about it carefully." He tore off a piece of paper and wrote the address, date and his own phone number.

An Yinong took the paper.

"By the way, can you post the photos you just took?" Seeing that An Yinong's attitude had improved, he asked.

"It's best not to." An Yinong laughed, but noticed the surprise in the man's eyes, and immediately put it away, "Send it out, and you will get into little trouble."

After all, he left the port.

After the man watched him leave, he went back to the company's darkroom to develop the photos.The technology of developing photos in this era is still a bit rough. It took the man two days to develop the enlarged photos.

In the photo, the young man looked over from the side, his hair was blown by the wind, his eyes reflected the setting sun, the sea and the city, tender and affectionate, and he would sink into it even if he looked at it more.

A few days later, this photo appeared on the cover of a travel magazine. The author called him "the boy I met at the port". People passing by the newsstand were attracted by him, and even if they were not interested, they bought a copy.

"It's so beautiful. I suddenly want to visit that port."

A skinny teenager who looked a bit haggard saw this magazine in a newsstand: "Him?"

A sinister smile appeared on his face, and his whole expression was distorted: "My life has been ruined by you, why are you still smiling so happily?"

"He Tiantong, I want you...to die badly!" After finishing speaking, he picked up the magazine and threw it on the ground, and stomped hard on it.

"Hey! What are you doing?" The newsstand owner walked out, the boy had already left, leaving only a magazine with footprints on the ground, he picked it up and patted the footprints on it, "You crazy!"