Kidnapping a cute little peddler

Mu Feng went home and told his mother about today's situation. After thinking about it for a whole day, her mother didn't tell Mu Feng until the next morning.

"Feng'er, since Boss Jiao has a good evaluation in other people's hearts, let's hand over the land to him to plant, so that you can go to work and have a future, and you don't have to guard this little place, which is still good. There will be a harvest."

Mu Feng looked at his grandmother, and it turned out that grandmother was more far-sighted.When Mu Feng was about to go out, his mother held him back and said, "Feng'er, your place of work is far away from home, why don't you just rent a house and go home on weekends?"

"Grandma, what can I do? I don't come home until the weekend, what do you do? I don't worry about you being home alone." Mu Feng frowned immediately.Mu Feng is a filial son, it is impossible for him to let his mother stay at home alone.

His mother was more relieved.His aunt said: "No, your aunt has lived such an old age, how can she not take care of herself well, isn't there still a big fat, don't worry, go to work, but, aunt The past few years have really dragged you down, but luckily you met Boss Jiao, otherwise you will spend your whole life guarding this three-acre land, and grandma will really die with regret."

"Grandma, what nonsense are you talking about!" Mu Feng quickly covered his grandma's mouth.

His mother smiled and pushed Mu Feng out the door. "Feng'er, go early, don't make others late for work on the first day."

"Well, okay." Mu Feng smiled and went out.

Mu Feng didn't know where the drunken eight immortals were. In fact, Mu Feng only knew where the vegetable market in the city was.Every time Mu Feng entered the city, he came directly to the vegetable market, and hurried home after selling the vegetables, so he never stayed in the city, so when he came here this morning, Mu Feng hurried back to his usual place where he sold vegetables .

"Hey, young man, it's so early today."

The uncle next to him looked at Mu Feng while laying out his dishes.

Mu Feng smiled at the uncle: "Yes."

"Hey, young man, have you decided to rent the land to Boss Jiao?"

"Yes, yes, my aunt agreed, so I didn't come to sell vegetables today. I just came here to wait for Boss Jiao, and then talk to Boss Jiao." Mu Feng couldn't restrain his joy in his heart.

"Hey, young man, you are so lucky. You can still work in Zuibaxian after renting out the land. You must know that Zuibaxian is not a place where everyone can go to work."

"Really?" When Mu Feng heard this, he became nervous. He was really afraid that he wouldn't even be able to serve as a waiter there.

The uncle saw Mu Feng's worry, and patted Mu Feng on the shoulder and said, "Young man, don't worry, Boss Jiao seems to like you quite a bit, and he won't embarrass you, Boss Jiao, he is a very nice person."

"Uncle, uncle, you guys are very familiar with Boss Jiao?"

"Of course, I have never seen that boss who will be the chef himself and even come out to sell vegetables himself. He never puts on airs. He has a high social status, but he has always got along with us. Hey, Look, Boss Jiao is here!"

Mu Feng looked towards where the uncle was pointing, and sure enough, Jiao Zijun had already arrived.

Standing in front of Mu Feng, Jiao Zijun saw that Mu Feng didn't serve food today, so he knew that he must have come to tell him good news.

Before Mu Feng could speak, he interrupted Mu Feng first. He looked at Mu Feng and said, "Mu Feng, don't talk, let me guess. Did your mother agree to you renting the land to me?"

"Boss Jiao, how do you know?" Mu Feng looked at Jiao Zijun with a strange expression, and there was a bit of admiration in his eyes.

Jiao Zijun looked at Mu Feng like that, patted Mu Feng on the head, and said, "Haha, I know you didn't bring mustard greens today. If your family doesn't agree, you'd better sell the vegetables yourself."

When Mu Feng heard it, it turned out to be the case!He nodded his head and looked at Jiao Zijun: "Well, that's true."

"Okay, if that's the case, then you can come with me. Go get drunk with the Eight Immortals."

"Boss Jiao, do you really want me to go to work at the Drunken Eight Immortals?" Mu Feng looked at Boss Jiao in disbelief.He actually thought that Boss Jiao was joking, especially when the uncle told him that the Drunken Eight Immortals didn't go wherever anyone wanted, and he was even more certain that Boss Jiao was joking.

Jiao Zijun looked at Mu Feng, pretended to be serious, and said: "Mu Feng, listen carefully, first, you should call me Zijun, but you forgot; second, I, Jiao Zijun, always say what I say. , everyone knows me very well, don’t you, uncle?” After speaking, Jiao Zijun looked at the uncle next to him, and let the uncle add a little credibility to himself~!

The uncle nodded his head and echoed, "Yes, Boss Jiao's reputation is very famous."

Mu Feng looked at Jiao Zijun hesitantly. It wasn't that he didn't want to go to the drunken immortals, but suddenly he had such a good job for him. He really felt that it was a coincidence, and he felt a little unbelievable.

Jiao Zijun looked at Mu Feng's hesitation, took Mu Feng's hand and walked towards the drunken immortals. He didn't say anything along the way, but held Mu Feng's hand tightly.Mu Feng just followed Jiao Zijun in surprise, and he didn't realize that Jiao Zijun and his hands had become interlocking fingers!

When they came to the Drunken Eight Immortals, they didn't go in through the gate.In fact, Drunken Eight Immortals has a special passage for the boss, not at the gate, but at the back.Originally thought that the door behind the Drunken Eight Immortals would be ugly, but it was beyond Mu Feng's idea.In fact, not every back door looks shady.

When he came to the back door, he realized that the back door was actually more grand than the front door, and from the back door, it didn't look like a restaurant, but more like a company!A very big company!

Seeing Mu Feng's silly look, Jiao Zijun burst out laughing, then pulled Mu Feng in and nodded.

"Mu Feng, your jaw is about to drop." Jiao Zijun squeezed Mu Feng's chin. From the moment he entered the door, Mu Feng has maintained an "O"-shaped mouth. This guy is not too tired.

Mu Feng felt the pressure from his chin, so he closed his mouth.But until now, Mu Feng still didn't realize it, he and Jiao Zijun's hands were intertwined.

Jiao Zijun brought Mu Feng to the office.Jiao Zijun's office is very tidy, Mu Feng looked left and right, and always felt very powerful.

"Mu Feng, don't be dazed, sit down." At this time Jiao Zijun was already sitting opposite Mu Feng, and he and Mu Feng were separated by a desk.

Mu Feng regained his senses and nodded.Mu Feng sat down, still unconsciously looking around.

"Mu Feng? If you like the office, how about you come to be my secretary?"

"Ah?" Mu Feng turned his head to look at Jiao Zijun, the surprise in his eyes could be seen at a glance. "Secretary... Secretary?" I feel that this profession is so powerful!

Jiao Zijun looked at Mu Feng, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Yes, personal secretary."

"But will it be difficult for the secretary?" Mu Feng directly ignored the word "close-fitting".

"No, I just help me sort out files, serve tea and water, and occasionally you can play with the computer in front of you."

"But...but shouldn't everyone be busy at work?"

"No, it depends on the type of work you do. If you are a waiter, sometimes you will be very busy."

"Hmm..." Mu Feng nodded his head. He didn't know what the secretary's office was for, and he had never heard of this profession, let alone practiced it.But he knows the waiter, he still understands serving dishes and so on. If he is just a waiter, he is confident that he can do better.

"Jiao...no, Zijun, I...I think it's better for me to be a waiter."

"Why? The salary of a secretary is much higher than that of a waiter."

"No... I think it would be easier for me to be a waiter. If I were a secretary, I don't know how to do it. My level is only in elementary school." Mu Feng's voice became weaker and weaker. .The last time he wrote about the big fat, he wrote it while looking it up in the dictionary.

When he heard that Mufeng's level was only in elementary school, Jiao Zijun was really stunned, because even the waiters who work here have to be above high school level.But for a smart kid like Mu Feng, he didn't want him to be only at the primary school level.

"Mu Feng, listen to me first, don't be a waiter, you are now working as a secretary in my office, and I want to train you personally."

"Ok?"

Mu Feng blinked his eyes and looked at Jiao Zijun, but Jiao Zijun just smiled without saying anything.

At the end of the conversation, Jiao Zijun walked to Mu Feng's side, and slowly approached: "Mu Feng, you need to clock in at work, right?"

"En." Mu Feng felt Jiao Zijun's breath, and his ears couldn't help turning red.

"Then, do you know how to clock in?"

"No, I don't know." Mu Feng's small eyes met Jiao Zijun's, and Jiao Zijun swallowed his saliva.

"Mu Feng, the way you check in in the future is to use a kiss, but you can't tell others about this way of checking in, you know? Also, when you go to work in the future, come in from the place I brought you here today, understand? "

Mu Feng looked at Jiao Zijun, although he didn't understand why, he still nodded.

"Well, very good. Today is your first day at work, you need to clock in."

"En." Mu Feng nodded, looked at Jiao Zijun, then leaned over and kissed Jiao Zijun on the cheek.

Jiao Zijun burst into laughter, and patted Mu Feng on the head: "Young children can be taught, by the way, you sit in the office now, I'll go down and explain some things and I'll be back."

"Yeah." Mu Feng nodded.

Jiao Zijun went out, and Mu Feng blushed as the door closed.