Walking out of the box, Cao Xiangrong motioned to the secretary: "Go and check on this Song Qian's situation for me." ”

After the words fell, the secretary had already taken out a file out of nowhere and handed it to Cao Xiangrong: "This Song Qian has indeed been a waiter in our hotel for two years, with a monthly salary of between six thousand and eight thousand. Yesterday, he was expelled for mistakenly giving a bottle of genuine Lafite produced this year to a guest in the warm No. 3 box as a small Lafite. ”

As the first secretary of the board of directors, if he can't even guess the chairman's thoughts, he doesn't have to do it as a secretary. Just the staff of the hotel and the information is easy to find.

"Then how did he get rich overnight, won the lottery, or did he get a huge inheritance?" Cao Xiangrong wondered.

"This subordinate still needs to be investigated. However, one thing that can be confirmed is that this Song Qian is indeed rich, and the eight girls who performed the tea ceremony in it were still found by the person with the scar on his face twenty minutes ago who went to the art school in front of him for him, and the labor fee was five hundred per person. ”

You must know that even if you slap a swollen face and fill the fat man and order a sky-high hot pot to pretend to be forced, this kind of thing of finding eight people to perform the tea ceremony is also a superfluous move. It's not that you have more money and are idle, what else can you do?

"Strange things, really strange things!" Cao Xiangrong admits that he has been galloping in the mall for decades, and he has seen all kinds of people, and he can tell the difference almost at a glance. But for this Song Qian, he couldn't understand it at all.

Could it be that in recent years, the rich have begun to pretend to be poor? Is it because he is too old to keep up with the times?

"Remember that the consumption of the Supreme No. 1 at noon today will be free of charge. "If you say it, you have to do it.

"Yes, my subordinates will give a special explanation. ”

"And that Pancheng ......"

"The subordinates know how to do it. ”

……

It is said that the food eaten for nothing is particularly fragrant, but Song Qian tastes like chewing wax. He pretended to be an uncle with money, not because there were many people to eat the overlord's meal. But that seems to be the case today.

"Sir, I'm sorry, our chairman has explained, your table is free of charge. "The cashier has been received by a girl, and the previous Xiaohe needs to hand over various matters in Pan Cheng's hands, and she is already very busy.

"Girl, let's be accommodating, your chairman is not here now, we will leave after swiping the money. The leper head three was also ordered, and looked sideways at the helper sitting on the sofa in the hall with a gloomy face, it seems that if he doesn't pay the 50,000 yuan today, he won't have to do the work of managing the money anymore.

"I'm really sorry, if I take your money, I will be fired immediately. The girl had already put on a crying voice, thinking that if the leper insisted, she would burst into tears.

The leper wanted to cry too, and he even wanted to kneel down for this girl: I beg my aunt to accept our food money?

Seeing this, Song Qian stood up: "Forget it!"

This sentence of "forget it" is like an amnesty order for the cashier of the main station and the leper three, and the two wanted to hug each other and cry on the spot.

But Song Qian said forget it, but did not leave the hotel lobby, but walked to a public notice in the rest area. There is a "staff performance sheet" of the hotel, a total of 97 employees from top to bottom, including the name of the individual, the job number, the position, the performance of the day, the monthly work appraisal, etc., and most importantly, to make it easier for guests to make complaints, the phone number of each employee has also been disclosed.

Song Qian glanced at it, the maintenance was really diligent enough, there were 98 people just now, and at the time of a meal, the "manager" position at the top was already vacant.

"Leper head three. ”

"The subordinates are here!"

"For this list, each person is tipped 500. ”

What? Leper Trinity was stunned for a while, "Is it everyone?"

"What's wrong?

"The five security guards also give?" For the gang leader to give a large-scale reward on a whim, the leper head three saw it last night, but these five security guards were so vicious just now that they wanted to throw their gang leader out, did they also give them a reward?

"Hey-" Song Qian sighed lightly, it's not easy to work for others, in order to keep a job, they all hurt themselves like that, so it's the right to pay for medical expenses.

"Give it all!"

"The subordinates obeyed. ”

……

Walking out of the hotel, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and this free sky-high hot pot, plus foreplay and afterplay, ate for three hours.

Looking up, the sun was still very poisonous, but Song Qian's state of mind was completely different from yesterday.

Behind him, the lobby manager, the box attendant, the greeter, the cashier, the cook, the miscellaneous staff, all the hotel employees who could be temporarily absent from their posts, all gathered in the hall, lined up neatly, and thanked their colleagues yesterday and today's local tyrants loudly.

"Thank you for the tip!"

"Thank you for the tip!"

The sound was so loud and the momentum was so grand, not only passers-by, but even the aunts chattering in the central square were attracted to the attention and looked over here. But it seems that I didn't see the legendary tyrant with a big belly, a finger-thick gold necklace around his neck, and a gold ring on his index finger, nor did he see the luxury car that made the car make a huge roar when he stepped on the accelerator carrying a rich second generation with a net worth of billions.

Where are the local tyrants? Where is the rich second generation?

At this moment, Song Qian waved away Scarface and Leper Three, paced alone to the central square, and sat down on the flowerbed with the sun on his back yesterday.

He didn't want to feel something, he just ate too much and needed to digest it.

Because of the vibration of the mobile phone, I didn't read several messages.

The first is the message sent by the female anchor Mo Ran in WeChat.

"Got up?"

The time is 10 a.m.

"Have you had lunch?"

The time is 12 noon.

"Preparing to practice yoga, what are you doing?"

The time was just five minutes ago. At the same time, there is also a selfie of Mo Ran holding her mobile phone in front of a full-length mirror, wearing a light blue yoga practice suit, showing off her perfect figure.

"In a daze. Song Qian typed these four words into the dialog box. After thinking about it, I thought it was boring, so I deleted it.

"Brush——" A WeChat red envelope with "Wishing you prosperity" was sent out instead.

When a man doesn't know what to say to a woman, sending a red envelope can mean everything.

Besides, Mo Ran, in fact, she couldn't sleep at six o'clock in the morning, and she didn't want to do anything after she got up, and she started staring at her phone after washing it indiscriminately.

Six o'clock is definitely too early, and the local tyrants won't get up. Not at seven or eight.

It's nine o'clock, will the local tyrant get up? Are you brushing your teeth, washing your face and eating breakfast? Will the local tyrant have 18 snacks for breakfast? Will the milk be squeezed out by a purebred cow from an Australian primitive pasture yesterday?

Disturbing the local tyrant for breakfast will definitely be unpleasant.

It's ten o'clock, no matter how big the pomp is, it's time to finish breakfast. A simple clockwork message, there should be no problem.

Mo Ran was so entangled that he sent such an understatement greeting.

Of course, at that time, Song Qian was talking to the leper and the three of them, so naturally he didn't see it.

When it's time for lunch, will the local tyrant's lunch be on a luxury cruise ship? There will definitely be beautiful women waiting, maybe several......

Mo Ran thought sourly as she sent out such a message.

At that time, Song Qian was eating sky-high hot pot, and he was depressed that he was exempted, but of course he didn't see the news.

Two pieces of news in a row sank into the sea, and Mo Ran couldn't even eat lunch.

Maybe the local tyrant is just too busy and missed the time to see his text messages, or his text messages are too bland to stir up any topics.

So, after carefully dressing up and putting on a yoga suit that was just right, Mo Ran sent out such a message again.

After that, she was naturally in no mood to really practice any yoga, so she was stunned on the bed with her mobile phone.