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Being late is never a pleasant thing.

Bai Liang walked into the tea house in a slippery manner, and Ji Nan happened to come out of it, and his face immediately pulled down.

"It's not like you can stay if you want to, you know!" Ji Nan said in a direct tone.

During the period when Sister Hua gradually handed over various matters of the tea workshop, Ji Nan's control over the tea workshop was slowly tightening, and his strict management style was also revealed.

Bai Liang nodded stupidly, walked to the back, took off the apron hanging on the wall, and put on the black hat that was newly prescribed to be worn.

As Wen Hua said, Xiluoshan never participated in any propaganda activities.

It has been able to rise rapidly in two years, relying on a rigorous inspection system and high requirements for quality service.

At each monthly meeting, some new regulations are issued, and new apprentices can feel that the requirements of the general meeting are becoming more and more cumbersome, and the intensity of work is increasing all the time.

The reason why he can continue to stay is not only that it is worthy of the salary paid, but also that the hourly wage has risen to eighteen state dollars in just two months after Bai Liang arrived, and there are some other things.

Bai Liang to the second bar began to make tea, and when he was free in the afternoon, he and Cai Bing found a table in the restaurant opposite, answering the questions of Ji Nan and Zhou Zhilin's papers.

It's easy to get sleepy in a summer afternoon, and as Bai Liang writes, he begins to fight with his eyelids, and the tip of the pen rubs against the white paper, and his head sinks suddenly, and he suddenly comes to his senses.

"Boss, are you asleep?" Cai Bing looked over and snickered, she had already answered the question to the back.

Picking ice came a few days later than Bai Liang, this little girl who is a little introverted and easy to blush when she speaks, she learns data and tea relatively slowly, but she still catches up with the progress, and she will always participate in the assessment with Bai Liang this month.

Whether it's anticipation or nervousness, what should come will always come.

More than ten days passed in a flash, and it was the day of assessment in a blink of an eye.

There is a directly-operated Xiluo Mountain Tea Workshop downstairs in Fuyao Building, and the business is also hot, Bai Liang stood at the door, looking at his peers who were busy inside.

But I was thinking in my heart, under the noses of the general assembly, I don't know how much pressure to bear, perhaps, they have long been used to it.

Thinking like this, Cai Bing had already come over, patted Bai Liang on the shoulder, and the two walked to the back of the building and took the elevator to the seventeenth floor.

The club is located on one side of this floor, and there are two large classrooms, one for the inspection of the teacher's office, and the other for apprenticeship training and written examinations.

The two walked in to sign in, and a written test was already being conducted in the classroom, and there were many apprentices sitting on the aisle floor with notes, talking in low voices.

At the end of the hallway, there is a circular bar transformed from a storage room, where the scooping of sugar and dictation are carried out.

After the sugar test and dictation, the written test can be conducted.

There weren't many apprentices preparing for the sugar test, and soon it was the turn of the two, and an inspection teacher who had never seen it asked before, "Which of you comes first?"

"I'll do it first. The two glanced at each other, Bai Liang stepped forward, took a light breath, and died, anyway, he has a second chance to take the sugar test, Haizhu promised in the tea room class.

The clear tree sugar lay quietly in the sugar bucket, but the steel cup was placed on the small scale, Bai Liang was a little unaccustomed, he practiced with Shak cup in the tea shop.

After a few scoops, the inspector asked, "Can you start?"

Bai Liang nodded, and drew four lots from the inspection teacher, 1.0 is all to be tested, and the drawn are: 0.7, 0.6, 0.4, 0.2.

The candy tree scooped up from the sugar bucket, pulled out a fairly straight sugar line in the air, and landed in the steel cup, and Bai Liang's mind beat with the numbers on the small scale.

In 1.0, there are three, and you can still control ......

Four out of 0.7 and three out of 0.6......

0.4 only hit two, Bai Liang's breathing became heavy, and his right hand was trembling slightly......

After scooping up, the patrol teacher was there to proofread, and Bai Liang also looked over, and his heart was sinking.

The inspector seemed unsure, and counted again, and then Bai Liang also finished counting.

15 out of 25, rubbing the edges!

"It's over, right?" Bai Liang asked with some excitement, it was really thrilling.

The inspector nodded.

Bai Liang turned around and shook his fist at Cai Bing, and walked to the side of the test dictation.

Jun Ye is in charge of the oral assessment, and he also draws 3 lots, and dictates the data and brewing process of the three drinks within two minutes.

Jun Ye picked up Bai Liang's sugar test table and glanced at it: "Which teahouse are you...... Hmm, Xilinfang came over, why is the sugar so bad!"

Bai Liang smirked, anyway, it's over.

The ones drawn were: grapefruit and bamboo tea, Songwu tea milk, and grinding tea Laqiduo.

The process stumbled, because just finished the sugar exam, Bai Liang dictated a little bit, the grinding tea series is a new product, fortunately, Bai Liang took time to memorize, or successfully passed the dictation.

Jun Ye stamped the dictation results and signaled that Bai Liang could go to the written test.

Bai Liang walked to the door of the written test classroom and took a look, thinking that Ah Zhu was the same, he had passed three at once, and he was unstoppable, and he didn't know if he had this luck.

Haizhu sorted out the rolls that had been put away, asked the apprentices outside to come in and find a seat to sit down, and after waiting for ten minutes, the ice picker finally walked in and sat down not far from Bai Liang.

It goes without saying that she has also passed two things.

The written test was only forty-five minutes, Bai Liang always answered the questions quickly, silently estimated the time, and finally left five minutes to check, he looked up and looked around, there were still many apprentices still working hard to write.

Coming down from the Fuyao Building, Cai Bing was a little annoyed and said: "Boss, I don't have enough time, and I didn't write the final answer ......."

"It's okay, it's a big deal, let's take the test again. Bai Liang shook his head, he counted the sugar after it was over, he didn't even have the opportunity to take the sugar test a second time, and he only needed to take the written test next time.

He has the confidence to pass, but just doesn't know how to comfort others.

On the way back, the two found that the test was not one paper, and they proofread each other on some topics that they were not sure about.

Bai Liang suddenly panicked......

In the evening, Sister Hua announced the list of those who passed the assessment in the fulcrum, and neither of them was listed, but there was a newcomer in Longxifang who passed the test, and there was a burst of congratulations and a rain of red envelopes.

Bai Liang did not participate, although it was only the first assessment, but who didn't want to pass it at one time and was willing to spend more time and energy.

The written test is the part of Bai Liang's self-confidence, after all, he was a college student not long ago, which is a small blow to him.

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Autumn did not have an impact on Ninghu's popularity.

Gao Xuan stood on the broken bridge with his hands down, with a few lines on his face that brushed the wings of his nose and linear scars on his eye sockets, which were subconsciously avoided by passers-by.

Only those of the believers know that each word is a reward for making a great contribution to the master, and that is the holy seal, which hides the power of the seal.

As soon as he went south, he was learned by the Cloud Palace, and his most powerful subordinates pretended to be him and sent him to death in vain, Gao Xuan was annoyed when he thought about it, and was determined to make them pay.

But now, in the first place, it is the master's business.

Gao Xuan waited here for hours, and finally when the sun set, he raised his head and walked to a bench by the lake.

There sat a man with slender cheeks, as usual, and began to lazily enjoy the last rays of the sunset.

Gao Xuan glanced at the dark blue tattoo on the back of his head, the sharp jaw line really made him feel a little dazzling, and still asked respectfully, "Mr. Long Luoqing?"

The young man's neck twisted mechanically, and through the heavy glasses, his pupils showed a dull color, and he shook his head: "The master is no longer there." ”

He paused: "I am the new Long Luoqing. ”

There are many old houses on the edge of Ninghu Lake, which have been almost demolished in the past hundred years, and more shops have been converted into ancient buildings to attract tourists.

Walking through the long alley, there is a century-old tattoo shop, which is the only old house left, with no nameless signboard.

Gao Xuan followed Long Luoqing into the house, all kinds of sundries occupied every space on the ground, only a reluctant aisle in the middle, he looked around, and suddenly his pupils contracted.

In the window where the door entered, in the shadows sat an old man with white hair with an open chest, and every part of his body was tattooed, so dense that it would be a little shocking.

The old man seemed to be asleep, and his expression was peaceful, but he sat there like a wax figure, knowing that the man had passed away without confirmation.

I didn't pay attention when I just entered the door, but Gao Xuan saw clearly at this moment, even if he had a firm belief and was used to seeing life and death, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

He suddenly thought that this shop, I'm afraid it doesn't do business with outsiders!

"No matter where you find out, you are a guest, Long Luoqing will never refuse business. ”

Long Luoqing was stunned, and finally sorted out the workbench, and looked at Gao Xuan with some excitement: "Say, what do you want to tattoo, where do you want to tattoo...... Count, you're my first guest, and I'm thinking of giving you a discount......"

Gao Xuan ignored it, he walked straight up to the dead old man, looked him in the eyes, and then turned his gaze to the tattoo on his body, and looked at it for several minutes.

It should have been a few days since he died, and there was no rancid smell at all? Gao Xuan thought, the master was so attentive, it really had a deep meaning.

"Don't worry about the old guy, I'm just too lazy to move, I'll call someone ......tomorrow" Before Long Luoqing finished speaking, a black spike was suddenly handed in front of him, and the cold arc was against his throat.

"You should know that I'm not here to patronize the business, about the dragon pattern, about your secrets, my master is very interested in knowing, and there is enough sincerity. ”

Gao Xuan's voice was low, as if he was a demon from hell.

There are many small groups of believers competing with each other, and the Black Spike Society is the most powerful of them, and they will put a black nail in the head of the person they kill, and the death is terrifying.

The roof suddenly collapsed, and more than a dozen black-clothed killers fell, surrounding Long Luoqing.

A scar disappeared from Gao Xuan's face, the red light flashed, and Long Luoqing fell to the ground as if he was instantly tightened by a rope at his waist.

Gao Xuan knew that this young man was acting, he was too lazy to go down with the snake, and under the violent suppression, could he still resist like this?

Long Luoqing raised his head, his head was covered with blood, and he looked a little miserable.

He laughed, a little nervously, and the same dense tattoo pattern formed a torrent in his pupils, and he shook his head, "You guys are so boring!"

The killers fell silently, and before they even had time to make a sound, the red line scars on Gao Xuan's face burst one after another, and he retreated again and again, until he reached the door, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he knelt down weakly.

Cyan tattoos crept up his cheeks.

"Now, let's talk about business......" a languid and stubborn voice came from the room.

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