Inside Alice's Cafe---

When a cup of fragrant coffee came up, Wu Bingkun nodded his thanks, then picked up the coffee, stirred it lightly with a spoon, and said to Ami with a smile: "The business of this café is quite good." ”

"Well, it's okay. ”

Wu Bingkun took a sip of coffee with a smile, and clicked his lips: "Well, it's so fragrant." ”

Seeing that Wu Bingkun was enjoying himself, Ami crossed his arms and stared at him: "You said that you have something to do with me, just to comment on whether my coffee is good or not, are there many guests?"

"Of course, not. Wu Bingkun put down the coffee and looked at Ami with a smile: "I know very well the relationship between you and Diao Jiahua, and it is difficult for him to get out of what he committed this time." Let me tell you, I also have people at the police station, and like him, he will be repatriated to Hong Kong at the least. Of course, such an ending is not bad for him, but for you, it is not necessarily...... Zhong You, although Diao Jiahua paid for you to open this café, but you run it alone, can you bear to give it away?"

Wu Bingkun's words were both soft and hard, and they poked directly into Ami's heart.

"I know all of what you're talking about, but ...... He's my boy after all, and I'm going to help him. Ami said with a deep breath.

"There are other options you can do besides that. Wu Bingkun smiled, a hint of shrewdness appeared on his lean face, and then he opened his briefcase on the ground and took out a document.

"Miss Ami, this is the café transfer contract I drafted, you can take a look first. If you are satisfied, our Caesars Cabaret is willing to spend 30,000 yuan to buy your shop--- what do you think?" Wu Bingkun smiled and handed the contract to Ami.

Ami hugged her arms, didn't look at the contract, and sneered: "I love to laugh." When this café opened, it cost Ah Hua and me more than 100,000 yuan, and now it is transferred for 30,000 yuan, are you mistaken?"

Wu Bingkun took a sip of coffee and said with a smile: "To be precise, this store was opened by Diao Jiahua alone, and Miss Ami doesn't seem to have invested much money...... Please forgive me for being so frank. The only thing you can do right is to ask Diao Jiahua to write the legal representative of this store in your name, and as long as you are willing to sign, you can transfer this store. Now, if you think about it, in order to save your boyfriend, you will donate this shop for free and you won't get a penny, or transfer 30,000 yuan to us, take the money and leave here to go back to Hong Kong, after all, 30,000 yuan is also a lot of money converted into Hong Kong dollars. ”

Ami's face changed, and the arm she was holding loosened and she looked down at the contract.

Wu Bingkun fanned the storm next to him: "It's better than nothing! The opportunity is yours, you choose!"

After hearing this, Ami gritted her teeth and finally picked up the contract.

Wu Bingkun smiled and handed over a pen.

Ami hesitated for a moment, then finally picked up the pen and signed the contract.

......

Moment,

After completing the formalities---

Wu Bingkun took the contract and looked at it carefully, nodded happily, then took out 30,000 yuan directly from the briefcase and put it on the table, and said to Ami with a smile: "Miss Ami, you are really a smart person--- this money is yours!"

Ami reached out and took the money, not knowing what it was like.

Just as Wu Bingkun was about to leave, Ami suddenly stared at him and said, "I have a question for you----"

Wu Bingkun put the documents in his bag and looked up at her, "What's the problem?"

"Diao Jiahua was just arrested, and you came here, isn't it such a coincidence?"

Wu Bingkun patted the packed contract, and a wry smile appeared on his lean face, "I was also sent." ”

"Who can send you?"

"I also wanted to know why I was sent by him. Wu Bingkun thought of Song Zhichao's immature face that was at most eighteen years old, and even he didn't understand why he listened to this young man so much.

Ami didn't ask anymore because she already knew the answer.

After Wu Bingkun left with the contract, Ami looked at the 30,000 yuan, and took out the "help" note that Diao Jiahua handed over to her from her pocket, thought about it, and finally crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the garbage basket at her feet.

At this moment, the café is ringing the song "A Game, a Dream" by Hong Kong and Taiwan singer Wang Jie---

"Don't talk about separation

I'm not going to cry because of that

It was just a dream last night

Don't say if you want to

I don't care about that

It was just a game last night......"

......

Caesar's Cabaret, in the General Manager's Office---

Song Zhichao took off his suit, wore only a shirt, spread his arms, and stood very leisurely; below, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with slightly dark skin bent her knees on one leg, holding a tape measure and seriously measuring his waistline.

That's right, as the new general manager, Song Zhichao called a master who specializes in custom-made suits to make a suitable suit for himself.

Originally, Song Zhichao didn't want to be so troublesome, but he always wore that red "second-hand" suit all day long, which still made him feel a little awkward.

In his previous life, the clothes in Song Zhichao's private wardrobe were enough to open a huge exhibition of brand-name clothing, but in this life, he could only wear cheap second-hand goods, which made him feel a little unbalanced in his heart.

The dark-skinned girl is the apprentice of the suit master, and her name is very good, called "Baoxia"; what is the surname, Song Zhichao did not ask, because this girl is mute, but this mute girl is different from others, although she is dumb, she is not deaf, she can understand what others say, but she can't speak.

The mute girl is actually quite beautiful, although her skin is a little dark, her eyes are very big, and she is especially serious in her work, which can be seen from the fact that she is holding a tape measure to help Song Zhi exceed the size.

The master of the mute girl Baoxia is surnamed Luo, and she opened a private custom suit shop in Panyu County, called "Laurel Suit Shop".

Master Luo's ancestors also made suits, and of course his father was also surnamed Luo, nicknamed "Luo Sanpao." Because this person likes three things in his life, "smoke cannon", "car cannon", and "water cannon".

Luo Sanpao's skills in making suits are good, he opened a store in SH before liberation, and he also made clothes for the three tycoons of that era, and Du Daheng also praised Luo Sanpao's craftsmanship as "ingenious".

It's a pity that Luo Sanpao didn't pass on all his skills to his son, so he died because of an overdose of tobacco cannons. As his boy, Master Luo was reluctant to abandon his family business, so he drifted from SH to this Nanyue, went through hardships and dangers, and finally gained a firm foothold and opened such a suit shop.

Originally, the business of this suit shop was very good, and many people would break through the threshold to order clothes during the New Year's holidays, but with the reform and opening up in the 80s, many domestic and overseas department stores sprung up, coupled with the crazy influx of various brands of suits, which directly robbed Master Luo's business of more than half.

In order to make a living and invigorate business, the "Laurel Suit Shop" has to take the initiative to run errands to pick up some private work outside.

This time, Song Zhichao sent a message saying that he wanted to order a set of 150 yuan high-end suits, in Master Luo's opinion, this is a big business, I can't make a living from this business this month, after all, 150 yuan is not a small amount, so he appointed his female apprentice Baoxia girl to come over and give Song Zhi an extra size.