"Yes, there are fewer and fewer bosses with a little conscience these years......

Mo Ye's seemingly complaining but self-deprecating words resonated with Xiaomei, and she put the noodle bowl on the table with a 'click'.

It seems that this girl should have the experience of being cheated by a black-hearted boss.

"Why?"

Mo Xie also put down the bowl of noodles, anyway, this bowl of noodles was not enough for him to stuff between his teeth, and it made no difference if he ate early or late.

One of the negative effects of the dragon bloodline is that it greatly increases the amount of food you eat.

"Alas, I used to work in the county, which was a cashier in a restaurant, because the business was not very good, so the boss ran away at the end of December, and owed the big guy almost three months' salary, so that when I came back from the county, I had to ask Aunt Wang to borrow the road fare......"

It can be seen that this girl originally wanted to burst into foul language, but when it came to the end, she stopped it.

Maybe it was because she didn't want to leave any bad influence in front of Mo Ye, so even the tone she used to narrate was soothing.

But what do you mean by being a cashier in a hotel?!

Mo Ye was puzzled by such a statement, but he didn't ask, after all, this is someone else's.

"Wow, do you know the boss's name? Maybe I can help. ”

Mo Xie thought about it, I am afraid that this favor has been helped by Lin Ming, because generally speaking, when the people in Fushi Town talk about the 'county seat', they are referring to the county seat of Zhangxian County.

"Alas, forget it, people are mixed up on the **, how can a flat-headed person like us afford to mess with him...... That guy only dares to owe money to employees, and new employees will come when the old employees are gone, and everyone can only dare to be angry with people like him. ”

sighed, Xiaomei seems to have had the experience of begging for salary, but it is estimated that it is not a successful case.

"Come on, I just want to know that guy's name. Mo Xie continued, he has always hated this kind of boss who is in arrears of employees' wages, because as a 'senior' who came out of the orphanage, he has been in trouble since he was sixteen years old.

Owing wages is still trivial, and the most unlucky time Mo Xie also encountered someone who asked you to use your salary to pay for the various expenses in the store during your part-time job when you settled your salary.

An ordinary working meal, which should have been reasonably provided to the employees, became the employees' consumption in the store when the settlement was settled, and it was also 20 yuan a meal.

For twenty yuan, even if you eat fast food, you should have three or four meat dishes, but in the store, there are only green vegetables and tofu.

Not only do staff meals have to be counted, but even the air conditioners in the store have to ask employees to collect money.

At that time, Mo Ye could only get a salary of fifty yuan a day, and if he didn't count breakfast, he had to eat two meals in the store, and the air conditioning fee was eight yuan a day.

Not bad~ Yes, when the settlement is made at the end of the month, the boss can still give Mo Ye about sixty yuan left.

It's fantastic.

Sixty yuan, get up early and work in the dark for a hotel for a month.

Mo Xie will never forget the boss who gave him sixty yuan, and this incident also happened in the county seat of Zhangxian County.

Therefore, when I thought of those past events, Mo Ye's guilt for Lin Ming destroying the county seat of Zhangxian County and taking the people of the entire city as sacrifices was much lighter.

Some people, even if Lin Ming doesn't kill Mo Ye, they will come to the door.

Facing the sword qi in his body that asks the host for 'food' all the time, the "Holy Scripture" that he doesn't know which mission world he plans to 'sell', and the demon that was created by himself and entrenched in the sea of knowledge, the thought of these Mo Evil has an aura of 'barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes'.

He's been thinking about revenge for a long time.

At least he had to drag a few pads on his back before he was killed by the "Holy Scripture", Lin Ming, and Sword Qi together.

He would never mind having a few more names on his "back list".

"Okay...... Have you ever heard of the name 'Zhan Yishan'?"

A kind of hatred appeared on Xiaomei's face, and she gritted her teeth when she said the name.

Time does not dilute hatred, especially when it is not too long.

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"Passengers going to Xiangnan Railway Station, please get on the train~!"

The noisy bus station is shouting with a loudspeaker, and the station service staff during the Spring Festival is also quite hard.

Passengers queued up to check in and get on the bus according to the instructions of the service staff, during which they naturally inevitably pushed and pushed, cut in line or something.

"Oops, whose box is this?!"

It's not hard to accept that something goes wrong in the midst of the chaos, and it's not like a passenger intentionally or unintentionally squeezing another passenger's suitcase out of the car's luggage compartment.

This case is a bit large, almost one and a half times larger than a regular suitcase in terms of volume alone.

The sound of the box falling on the ground was a bit dull, and I thought it should have a lot of luggage inside.

"Whoever it belongs to! Get out of the way! The car is about to go! Are you deaf?!"

"Put a box! Can you make a point! Lao Tzu is in a hurry!"

The drop of a box brought the luggage to a standstill, and for a while, he was anxious and temperamental and launched a personal attack on the perpetrator in front of him, and it is estimated that the perpetrator will be greeted by his parents if he is stuck there again.

"Bang!"

Without saying a word, he set up his box, and the perpetrator picked up the king-size box on the ground again.

"Shhh

This box is not your average heavy......

The perpetrator felt that the box weighed more than twice as much as his own luggage.

However, listening to the scolding and urging of the people on the side, he still vigorously lifted the box to the baggage compartment.

Accusation is a force, and it seems that this force is indeed quite large.

"Which guy the hell is carrying so much luggage and such a big suitcase?!"

The perpetrator felt that his arms were useless after holding the box, but he was still able to get out of the way in time, slowly squeezing through the crowd and onto the car door.

The probing gaze swept over the passengers who were already sitting in their respective seats, and before they could tell which one the box belonged to, the perpetrator was prompted by a voice from behind him:

"Hurry up! There are still a lot of people behind! Don't block the road!"

What an unfriendly bunch......

Moving forward helplessly, the perpetrator knew that he might not be able to know the answer now.

If you want to know who the owner of the box is, you should wait until you get off the bus.

I believe that dragging this kind of box on the road must have a high return rate

(l~1`x*>+``+