The night of Lingnan West Street is very lively, the lights are bright and green, the red corridor painting boats can be seen everywhere, and pedestrians and elves come and go in an endless stream.

At the end of the street, there is a shop that sells vermicelli called "Good Taste", and the destination of Beichen and Fat Ding is there.

"Yo, Xiaobei is here!"

At this time, the customers in the store had just left, and the shopkeeper was cleaning up the scraps, and when he saw Beichuan, he greeted him with a smile, "Have you eaten, have you had a bowl?"

"No, I've eaten at home, thank you, Mr. Cangwu. Beichen took the dishes and chopsticks from the other party's hand, walked to the stall and cleaned it up, "I'll work first." ”

"Xiaobei is really diligent, but I won't overpay you!" Cang Wu joked.

"Mr. Cangwu said with a smile, it is already a kindness that you can accommodate me to work in the store, how dare I ask again. ”

Beichen responded with a smile as he meticulously wiped the table with a rag.

Mr. Cangwu's name was asked by the other party to call Beichen so, he looks like he is in his thirties, with a lock of mustache on his chin, and he looks like a cultural person.

"Did you go to school today to sign up?" Mr. Cangwu asked casually as he sat on the edge of the cash register.

"Hmm!"

Speaking of this, Beichen looked at the other party gratefully, "Thanks to the recommendation given by Mr. Cangwu, I successfully entered Lingnan High School. ”

Lingnan High School is a key high school in Lingnan City, and almost only recruits those outstanding high school entrance examination graduates, and generally does not accept students like Beichen who do not have a school status or diploma.

However, if the student has a special recommendation place from the school, he or she will be able to enroll normally.

"It's nothing, the principal of Lingnan High School and I are old acquaintances, and this little face will still be given to me. ”

Mr. Cangwu said it lightly, as if this matter is not worth mentioning.

But in fact, according to the information learned in the Beichen Black Market, the number of Lingnan High School admission places on the market is worth 10 to 200,000 yuan.

Based on the income of the "Good Taste" rice noodle shop, it is enough to cover one to two years of income.

"That's it, nothing?!"

Beichen silently noted down the other party's goodness, and it was meaningless to say more at this time, so he could only repay the other party in the future.

In my memory, the owner of this rice noodle shop, that is, Mr. Cangwu, disappeared without a trace two years later, and I don't know if history will repeat itself.

"Mr. Cangwu, I'll go to the back of the kitchen to wash the dishes. ”

Beichen said hello and pushed the door into the back kitchen, where he had accumulated dirty dishes and chopsticks for a day.

"Xiaobei, come to the front desk to help after you are busy with your work, there is a big gold lord coming today. ”

"Okay!"

At about eight o'clock in the evening, Beichen and Mr. Cangwu, who had been busy in the store for more than two hours, finally waited for the most important customer of the day, a flat-headed middle-aged man with a general's belly.

The man approached, and Beichen recognized him as the current principal of Lingnan High School, Xu Guanqiang.

"Your Excellency has come to the door, Xiaobei, you go inside and take out the Chaos Noodles I have prepared. ”

Cangwu instructed Beichen to go back to the kitchen, and at the same time arranged for Xu Guanqiang to sit down, and personally brought out a hall of beer from the refrigerator, "Brother, take a sip?"

"Come, come, come, the one who doesn't drink is a puppy. ”

Xu Guanqiang casually caught the chaotic clear soup noodles taken by Beichen, sucked and ate them, and muttered while eating: "Put down your stomach first, I'm hungry after a busy day!"

Beichen took out a pot of cut braised pork head and a special sauce that had been prepared long ago from the cupboard where the food was placed.

"Hehe, you kid understands me!"

Xu Guanqiang unceremoniously took the pig's head meat and devoured it.

"That's the smell, authentic!"

Beichen stood aside and looked at the other party's unbearable appearance, it was extremely difficult to imagine that this person was the majestic Principal Xu in the school hall today.

"Xu Fathu's nickname is solid. Beichen shook his head secretly, looking at the other party's face and unconsciously showing a smile.

For him, it is a good thing to be able to show his face in front of the principal of Lingnan High School, which is directly related to his future treatment in the school.

"This little brother looks familiar, have we met?"

Xu Guanqiang finished eating most of the pot of pig's head meat, and finally noticed a young man dangling in front of him.

Beichen looked at Cangwu, only to see the other party nodding vaguely.

Beichen knew the bottom of his heart, so he warmly greeted Xu Guanqiang, who was full of oil: "My name is Beichen, a temporary employee in Mr. Cangwu's store, a freshman in the fourth class of Lingnan High School this year. ”

After speaking, Beichen did not forget to hand a box of tissues to the other party, bowed down and stood aside, and stopped talking.

"Oh, you are the freshman recommended by Cangwu!" Xu Guanqiang wiped his mouth, looked at Beichen, who had delicate facial features, and praised, "Dignified appearance, what a sign of youth." ”

"What is my vision?" asked Cang Wu, who was unlieving the lid of beer across the table, with a smug tone in his tone.

Xu Guanqiang gave a thumbs up and praised: "Not bad!"

As soon as his voice changed, he lowered his eyebrows and sighed: "I just don't know what his talent is?"

Cangwu smelled it as soon as he heard it, and secretly took a sip, "Which pot of bastard things don't mention which pot!"

Beichen's face turned pale when he heard this, he bit his thin lips lightly, and said truthfully: "Wood attribute, level three, low-level talent." ”

"Haha! Cang Wu hurriedly handed over the wine glass, opened the lid of the beer and blew it directly.

"Cangwu is okay, come on, brother, I'll drink with you. ”

The two chatted about their parents, a sip of wine and a mouthful of meat, and they were not happy.

Beichen stood quietly beside him, ready to hand over the wine and open the bottle, and occasionally went to the kitchen to fry a few appetizers at the signal of Cangwu.

During this period, customers came to the door from time to time, and Beichen was responsible for cooking some noodles by the way. After working in the shop for several months, Cangwu has already passed on some skills to him, and simple stir-fried vegetables and boiled noodles are naturally not a problem.

In this way, the customers in the store ate and drank until midnight, and it was not finished until midnight.

Xu Guanqiang also ended his drunken drinking at about twelve o'clock, and generously left a stack of red tickets before leaving.

Beichen endured his sleepiness and cleaned up the shop, and returned to his residence with a sigh.

Today I worked all night, a total of six hours, and according to the hourly wage of 15 yuan, I made a full 90 yuan.

"Have a good night's sleep, good night!"

"Polipoli!"

One man and one elf fell asleep.