Jack smiled bitterly, he was completely aware that Zheng Qing really didn't want to get involved in their internal affairs in the FBI, so he reluctantly agreed, "Okay, I promise you, Zheng." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"But, boss, what about me? Can I go with you? Christina spoke suddenly.

"You want to come with us?"

Zheng Qing asked, and when he saw Christina nodding, he had no choice but to agree, "Okay, if you want to go together, let's go together." It's just, Christina ......"

Speaking of this, Zheng Qing's expression suddenly became serious, "You can go, but in what capacity are you going?" Was it as a waiter at Jun Molai's restaurant, or as a logistics agent for the FBI? ”

Christina said, "Is there a difference? ”

Zheng Qing nodded and said, "If you are a member of the FBI, Christina, then you are a member of the FBI." In the forest of humor, no matter what happens, even if that mutant attacks you, don't expect me to do it. ”

Christina could realize the firmness in Zheng Qing's words, and she was a little apprehensive in her heart. To be honest, if Zheng Qing hadn't protected her, she would have really panicked about going to the Humorous Forest, and the performance of the mutant before had completely scared her.

Busy asking: "What if you are a waiter in a restaurant?" ”

Zheng Qing smiled, "Then you can't get involved in Jack's affairs." ”

"Even if Jack they were killed by mutants?" Christina asked further.

"Yes." Zheng Qing nodded again, "However, since you are a waiter in the restaurant, in the Humor Forest, I have the responsibility to protect your safety." Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will be able to touch a single hair of you. ”

"A hair." Christina smiled and pulled a hair off her head and handed it to Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing took it with tears and laughter, and Christina also learned to be naughty.

Christina asked again, "What if it's the mutant?" ”

Zheng Qing smiled indifferently, it could be seen from his smile that he really didn't take the mutant to heart at all, and his indifferent tone was indescribably calm, "No one, except yourself, of course, and me." ”

Christina suddenly lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, and after a while, she suddenly looked up and asked, "Boss, can I be an FBI agent and a waiter in the restaurant at the same time?" ”

If she is a waitress in the restaurant at the same time, plus an FBI agent, she can take action against the mutants, and at the same time induce the mutants to take action, let Zheng Qing take action to clean up the mutants.

Zheng Qing shook his head coldly and refused without hesitation, "No, remember, Christina, as long as you are an agent of the FBI, don't expect me to treat you as a waiter in the restaurant." ”

"That is, as long as you help Jack and them deal with that mutant, I won't treat you as an employee in the restaurant anymore, and even if that mutant attacks you, don't expect me to save you."

"But ......," Christina added, "what if that mutant attacks me?" ”

"You can leave it to me with confidence." Zheng Qing's tone was indescribably full of confidence, "As long as I am here, no one can attack me in front of me." ”

"I know you have a gun, Christina, but you can't shoot mutants without my permission, can you do that?"

"Is this a request?" Christina asked.

"No, it's an order." Zheng Qing said, "You can disobey me, Christina, but if you shoot that mutant first without my permission, I will think that you are helping Jack and them." ”

"Do you see what I mean?"

Christina only smiled wryly, "So, I'd better hand over the gun so I don't can't resist shooting that mutant on impulse, right?" Boss. ”

"If you don't mind, I can keep it for you for the time being." Zheng Qingdao.

"Okay." Christina thought for a while, took out a pistol from her trouser leg, a very delicate and small kind, and handed it to Zheng Qing.

Zheng Qing threw it in the restaurant.

"Okay, now tell me, how much food do you need? Let's start with it, no more than 10 copies. Zheng Qing asked.

"Why can't there be more than ten?" Jack asked.

Zheng Qing smiled: "Because I will only make ten copies for sale at most." ”

"Okay." Jack had thoroughly comprehended Zheng Qing's eccentricity, and naturally he didn't expect to be able to persuade the other party to do more at this time, so he had to say: "Then I'll have ten." ”

"Ten servings of corn rice, the takeaway cost is 100 yuan, a total of 1,100 yuan." Zheng Qing stretched out his hand and made up his mind to pay first and then goods.

"One thousand and one hundred?" Jack couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Questions?" Zheng Qing asked rhetorically.

"I didn't ...... No. "Jack is mainly a little uncomfortable with the price that Zheng Qing said.

A piece of food that can instantly turn ordinary people into Superman, its price is only a hundred dollars.

At this price, it's amazingly cheap.

Of course, if you treat it as an ordinary food, a hundred dollars a corn rice, the price is really ridiculously expensive.

But who would treat Zheng Qing's corn rice as an ordinary food?

If it were possible, Jack would even like to carry a cornmeal with him every time he goes on a mission, after all, it's only a hundred dollars.

The cost of a hundred knives is enough to increase one's chances of completing the task, which greatly increases.

Not to mention, the 100 dollars spent on the mission can also be reimbursed internally by the FBI.

"Christina, pay the bill." Jack commanded.

"Fortunately, I withdrew the money in advance, damn it, boss, you are so black-hearted, one will cost a hundred dollars, can't it be cheaper?"

Christina couldn't help but complain about Zheng Qing's high fees, at this time, she was naturally as an FBI logistics support officer, of course, half of it was a joke.

"Haha!" Zheng Qing smiled, pocketed the eleven Franklins handed over by Christina, and then stretched out his hand again, "Christina, take another hundred and fifty yuan." ”

"Greedy boss." Christina couldn't help but exclaim, "Why do you have to take another hundred and fifty dollars?" Isn't it exactly 1,100 dollars? ”

"Isn't it true that American restaurants don't have to tip waiters when eating?" Zheng Qing asked rhetorically.

Christina was stunned for a moment, followed by great joy, "Boss, you are really a good person." ”

took out one hundred and fifty knives again and happily handed them to Zheng Qing.

"Remember, Christina, in our restaurant, the waiter's tip is always fifteen percent, and no matter who comes to eat, as a waiter in the restaurant, you have the right to ask them for fifteen percent."

"What if someone doesn't give it?" Christina asked.

"Then you can refuse service. As the only special restaurant, our charges are so capricious. ”

Zheng Qing also smiled and returned the knife in his hand to Christina, "This is your tip, Christina, I don't think you have to return it to the American government, do you?" ”

"Of course, this is the income of my labor." Christina happily took the one hundred and fifty dollars, "Thank you, boss, thank you!" ”

"I feel like I'm starting to like you, even though you're a bit of a distracter."

"Flower heart is the true color of a man, Christina, you will like me even more in the future." Zheng Qing made no secret of his narcissism.

"Haha!" Christina laughed, not caring about Zheng Qing's cheekiness at all, "If you can receive a tip of one hundred and fifty dollars a day." ”

"Your demands are too low, Christina." Zheng Qing reminded, "I will cook twice a day, once at noon and once at night, ten portions each time, if these twenty portions can be sold......"

"Then I'll have a tip of three hundred dollars." Christina exclaimed.

Three hundred dollars a day, in the United States, this income is really not low, not to mention that it is just a tip for a waiter, not a salary.

If Christina had this kind of income every month, then she would have 9,000 yuan a month, just for tips, which is three times the FBI's logistics salary.

Nine thousand yuan, or a knife, what kind of income level is this?

Let's put it this way, if an American's monthly income can reach 4,000 yuan, this 4,000 yuan income, as long as it is not in the top cities in the United States, is enough for him to live a very rich and comfortable life.

A pound of beef costs only five dollars. Edible oil, five pieces, nine cents and nine hundred and one barrels. BMW, about 30,000 yuan. Gasoline, two dollars a gallon, that's three liters.

A family of three goes out for a big meal, and the total cost is less than a hundred yuan.

Apple mobile phones, six or seven hundred, no more than a thousand.

A nice diamond necklace, more than a thousand dollars. A house, about 100,000 yuan.

With a monthly income of 9,000 yuan, think about how much you can do.

Christina couldn't help but say, "Maybe I think I should resign from my position in FBI logistics and concentrate on being a waitress in the restaurant." ”

"Huh!" Zheng Qing smiled, "Christina, if you really resign from the FBI logistics position, I will always let you be a waiter in my restaurant." ”

Jack saw that the routine was wrong, and hurriedly said, "Zheng, don't dig into the corners of the FBI." ”

"It's up to Christina, not me, isn't it?" Zheng Qing asked rhetorically.

Jack was helpless and looked at Christina.

Christina didn't make a decision on the spot, but said, "Let me think about it." ”

Going out of the restaurant, Zheng Qing brought two crockpots, two bowls, and enough corn kernels to make ten servings of corn rice.

The two cars went to the Humor Forest one after the other.

When passing by Mrs. Brown's house, Zheng Qing got out of the car and said hello, saying that he would not be coming back tonight.

Mrs. Brown saw that he was with the FBI staff, and heard that he was going to the Humorous Forest, and was very worried about Zheng Qing's safety, and tried her best to persuade him not to go.

Zheng Qing said that he would be fine, and thanked Mrs. Brown for her concern.

Zheng Qing did not come back in the afternoon, Mrs. Brown made the dumplings alone, the dumplings were ready, but no one in the family started to eat, not even Jenny.

The three of them sat at the table and waited for Zheng Qing to come back, which made Zheng Qing feel very warm, and even had the warmth of family.

It's a pity that Zheng Qing didn't have time to eat, and Mrs. Brown had to ask him to bring some, but Zheng Qing didn't bring them in the end.