Cheng Jialin doesn't seem to be a backstabber, this is luck, whether it is financial luck or career luck.

Li dreamed that he couldn't make a pot, and he still had such ability.

"Old pot, what kind of people can be related to us? Why do we have to fry fifty or sixty dishes before we meet two people?"

"Boy, this depends on fate, fate is useless if you don't fry many dishes, but if there are no guests, it's definitely not good, fate is coming, the god of this pot will naturally tell you, you kid is good, keep working hard, the god of this pot will not treat you badly." ”

"Old pot, what do you think I'm suitable for eating?"

"The pot is old, the pot is old?"

The pot god was silent again, Li Meng was tired after a busy day, so he hurriedly cleaned up and closed the door and went home.

When I got home, my mother asked with concern.

"Son, how is business lately? Don't be tired, just be so-so. ”

Li Meng's mother is a teacher, and his father is a technician in a hospital, both of whom are not of retirement age, and it is almost a matter of three or five years.

"Don't be motivated, do a line of love, work hard, a small restaurant does not prevent you from having lofty ideals. ”

The father is still an elderly man in literature and art, and the old couple has obviously different ideas.

"You have great ideals, you are still a technician after so many years, how many generations have the machine been in your hands?"

Dad kept his mouth shut, and he obviously couldn't keep up with the rhythm of playing tricks with people who spoke professionally.

The business of the small restaurant has stabilized recently, and asking a waiter to wash vegetables and dishes part-time is an idea that Li Meng has already had, there were no customers when it first opened, and it was okay to do it yourself, but now it is obviously a little tired to fry fifty or sixty dishes a day, and the key is that when the meal is ordered, the diners are concentrated in the store, and they are a little in a hurry.

Thinking of the not-so-big ideal, Li Meng fell into a deep sleep.

Qiao Lei made a design and planned to go to bed.

Cheng Jialin was fighting with customers at this time.

......

Different lives, different ideals, common efforts, for the future of various ideals.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Li Meng first went to the vegetable market to purchase, there are not many dishes in the restaurant, just a few things, fish, meat and vegetable condiments, more than a dozen things are enough, less than half past ten opened the door of the store, it took more than half an hour to clean up, now no one eats, on an Internet intermediary website browsed.

It is difficult to find the right job, and it is not easy to hire the right waiter, especially if you are willing to work as a waiter in a small restaurant.

The basic salary is 3,000 and the bonus is 1,500 to 2,000, which is not low in Haidu, a coastal city where consumption is not low, and it can't be lower.

This is also the maximum salary that Li Meng can make, earning 300 yuan a day as a waiter, and earning 500 to be a boss is not busy, and the pressure is reduced by half.

As long as you insist on good quality and low prices, and delicious meals, there will be more and more customers, and Li Meng, who has been tempered in the workplace, has low expectations, and he will be happy if he achieves a little success.

Single dogs generally possess such qualities.

"Old pot, do single dogs have special dishes?"

"Old pot, what kind of people are destined for us?"

"Old pot, what are the characteristics of the man who carries the pot?"

......

"Boy, shut up, your Taoism is too low, work hard, what you should know will naturally tell you, now tell you, it's useless if you can't do it, this pot god has his own arrangement. ”

This pot god should have been there all the time, and he couldn't help but say a word.

At noon, it was a busy time, and it was more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already more than three o'clock after Li Meng washed the dishes and chopsticks.

"Hey, Miss Huang, are we here in a small restaurant to recruit waiters, are you interested in a monthly salary of 4,500 to 5,000?"

"I'm sorry, boss, I only go to four-star to five-star hotels, small restaurants are not interested!"

"Hey, Ms. He, are we here in a small restaurant to recruit waiters, are you interested in a monthly salary of 4,500 to 5,000?"

"Boss, do you have five insurances and one housing fund?"

"No! There is only basic insurance, and the rest is paid by yourself. ”

"I'm sorry then, boss. ”

.....

I made more than a dozen phone calls all afternoon, and finally made an appointment with two people who were a little interesting, Li Meng really wanted to recruit a helper, so he didn't chat, and directly said the point.

One is about tomorrow, and the other is about the day after tomorrow.