The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 124 Standing in **** and looking at heaven, I was busy before (55)

  Liao's Restaurant, a very inconspicuous small restaurant, about ten square meters.

  Includes the back kitchen, cash register and four or five countertops.

  Fan Bingbing, who went back and forth, revisited the old place, feeling emotional, and couldn't help but doubt his original vision.

  Why did you choose this dirty and messy restaurant for your first job?

   This vision is really bad.

  In comparison, Wu Yuan's two facades, even if the inside is empty, are comparable to heaven.

  As soon as Fan Bingbing appeared, the only two tables of male guests in the room glanced over one after another.

   After all, the face value is here, and the person is young, which is very eye-catching in itself.

  However, when they found the big men behind Fan Bingbing, they immediately looked away, as well-behaved as kindergarten children.

  When the proprietress behind the bar saw Fan Bingbing appeared, she blurted out swear words.

   "Smelly shameless, you still know to come back..."

   When she spoke the second half of the sentence, her voice was too low, because she found four men standing behind Fan Bingbing.

  Especially one of them was 1.9 meters tall, almost coming in through the door frame.

   "The head of the house!" The proprietress made a sharp call.

  Boss and chef Liao Jun rushed out with a kitchen knife.

   But when he saw the combination of the big tall man and the bearded man, he was immediately frightened and fell silent.

  It wasn't until the backside was stabbed by the proprietress that it hurt, and then asked sternly, "What do you want to do?"

  Tuesday Dao grinned, "What else can you do when you come to your poor shop? Eat!"

  Liao Jun immediately nodded and bowed: "Those guys, please sit down, and order whatever you want."

  As soon as everyone sat down, Zhao Baojun blew on the table and said, "Boss, is your table licked by dogs? It's oily, and you don't let people eat?"

  Liao Jun was a little dumbfounded.

  Does the pricking start bit by bit?

  Tue Dao yelled again: "What are you doing in a daze, the proprietress, why don't you come over and clean it up?"

  The proprietress immediately ran over and wiped it vigorously.

  During this period, Zhao Baojun ordered six hot dishes, one soup, and a pot of rice.

  Liao Jun felt relieved and was about to go into the back kitchen to do it.

   In the end, Tue slapped his forehead again and warned: "I'm going to talk ugly. If your food is not clean at all, don't blame me and sue you at the industry and commerce."

   "No, no."

   See this formation.

  Guests who wanted to eat at the door turned around and left.

  Even the people at the original two tables ate half-full, hurriedly checked out and left.

  In the end, only Ma Mingjun and his table were left in the store.

  Zhu Liubiao glanced at the wine bottles behind the bar, and quietly asked: "Brothers, do we want to open a bottle of wine?"

  Zhao Baojun immediately denied it: "Master has said that drinking is not allowed."

  Ma Mingjun echoed: "That's right, business matters."

   Soon, six dishes and one soup were served one after another.

  Everyone was in a turmoil, and they ate so fast.

   After all, I was really hungry after working all day.

   On the contrary, Fan Bingbing, who knew the situation in the back kitchen, did not eat much except for shaving half a bowl of rice.

  Liao Jun and his wife breathed a sigh of relief seeing the situation.

  Ganqing is really here to eat.

   Then it’s fine.

   Big deal, the meal fee is waived.

  As a result, the meal that was made in more than half an hour was finished in less than ten minutes.

   However, after eating, the person did not leave.

   Didn’t ask to pay or pay the bill, just lit a cigarette and sat there.

  Anyone who dares to enter the house at the door will be stared back by them.

  Smoking and smoking, on Tuesday Dao asked Ma Mingjun to put Huazi away, and shouted at the proprietress: "Miss proprietress, take out your best cigarettes."

  The proprietress said tremblingly: "Our family does not sell cigarettes."

  Liao Jun couldn't hold back any longer: "Masters, what are you going to do?"

  Zhao Baojun frowned, "Boss Liao can really pretend to be confused, why don't we go to the police station and talk about it?"

  Liao Jun fell to his knees with a plop, and slapped left and right according to his fat face.

   "Xiao Fan, Ms. Fan, I'm the one with the guts, I'm the one with the lard. Just forgive me this time, and I won't dare to do it again!"

   Everyone looked at Fan Bingbing.

  Fan Bingbing's depression was swept away.

   Other than that, I don't feel much pleasure.

   Instead, Ma Mingjun knocked on the table and said the key point: "What about the salary? What about the mental damage?"

  The proprietress immediately poured out all the banknotes in the counter.

  Zhao Baojun clicked, a total of more than 583 yuan, and pushed 83 yuan out of it, leaving 500 yuan.

  Because Wu Yuan explained that the maximum can not exceed five hundred.

  Fan Bingbing only took 200 yuan out of the 500 yuan, and said while taking it back: "This 100 yuan is the salary I deserve, and this 100 yuan is the mental damage fee."

  Zhao Baojun stood up: "It's cheap for you, let's go!"

  Tuesday Dao blew on his beard: "Dare to bully us Beigang people in the future!"

  Watching the five people off, Liao Jun sat down on the ground, unaware that his head was being whipped and scolded by the woman.

   This is the facade of Tenda Company.

  Seeing Fan Bingbing and his party go and come back, all bearded, Fifth Master Qiao finally let out a sigh of relief.

  Wu Yuan greeted senior brother Zhai Di to close the door and went back to Siping Road.

   Looking back, I saw Fan Bingbing handing over all the 200 yuan he begged for.

  Wu Yuan couldn't help laughing: "Why, I owe you this hard-earned money?"

  Fan Bingbing waved his hands again and again: "That's not what I mean, I just want to buy cigarettes for a few masters."

  Wu Yuan pouted: "Ask who wants it?"

  Everyone shook their heads.

  Fan Bingbing was moved in his heart, and mist appeared in his eyes again.

   Then Wu Yuan said: "Okay, put it away. What's the point of asking you to make this trip? Just one thing, we Beigang people are out, we must unite as one."

   "Master is right!"

   "The boss is right!"

   On the way back.

  Wu Yuan asked Fan Bingbing: "Do you have a place to live?"

  Fan Bingbing shook his head straight: "The place where I lived before was kicked out because I didn't have wages to pay the rent."

  Zhao Baojun continued: "I knew I would have rented an extra house today."

   Unexpectedly, he was yelled at by the master: "Take a break, girls are from every family, can they live in the same place as the elders?"

  Zhao Baojun didn't dare to speak up.

  Fan Bingbing nodded again and again: "Boss, I can do it. I can endure any hardship."

"That won't work!" Wu Yuan had already planned: "Our company has to recruit people soon, and the female employees who can't be recruited all sleep on the concrete floor. Besides, the residence here is temporary. Wait until you have free hands , then the standard of accommodation has to be improved.”

  Master Qiao Wu disagreed: "Xiao Yuan, as the old saying goes, ten thousand rooms in Guangsha only sleep on three feet of couch. My lords, it's enough to have a place to sleep, there's no need to be particular about it."

  Wu Yuan insisted: "Fifth Master, we decorate the client's house like a palace hotel, but we sleep like a pigsty. Is this appropriate? Not appropriate."

  Fan Bingbing saw the opportunity and said: "Boss, leave this matter to me. Make sure to spend the least money to create a good rest environment for everyone."

   "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

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