Choose a good theme for restaurant management, and the next thing will be much easier. Because there was still some spare money left after buying the restaurant, Qiaozhi summed it up and decided to replace the upstairs private room with a new set of tables, chairs and benches. Although the upper and lower floors are all serving people in the rivers and lakes, the upstairs floor must also reflect the legendary VIP temperament.

The original boss only paid attention to the appearance, what light gauze soft curtain was laid layer after layer; But the tables and chairs inside are still the same downstairs, and the walls are also plain white, which is referred to as changing the soup without changing the medicine.

Qiaozhi touched her chin, recalled a few half-baked restaurants she had been to in her previous life, went to the roadside with a few gentlemen who copied letters, and asked them to carry a few small poems to drink and hang on the snow-white wall, and quietly asked someone to find a few women in the workshop who were known to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to draw a few small paintings, which were also hung on the wall.

At this point, according to what Qingyue said, a little fireworks were finally added to the empty room. A few calligraphy and paintings are vulgar and indecent, and looking at them is in line with the debauchery pursued by the chivalrous warriors. It's just that Bai Jian has a lot of complaints about these calligraphy and paintings, for no other reason, just because he and Qiaozhi have accumulated some unreported grudges because of these paintings.

On that day, Bai Jian took the initiative to ask Ying to write inscriptions for several private rooms, showing off his hidden pen and ink calligraphy. casually took the thick paper inlaid with gold leaf that Qiaozhi bought before, and a cloud of jet black poured from the tip of his pen, wanton and romantic, the young man in front of the case grinned at the corners of his mouth, smiling heavily, and he was a good young man, full of true gentlemen in the narrow sense!

It's a pity... The tip of the pen exudes a wild cursive script of different sizes and uneven thicknesses. Even if Qiaozhi didn't know calligraphy, she could know that this piece of cursive writing, which was called cursive by the teenager, was not suitable for hanging on the wall, so she kindly invited Bai Daxia out and folded these masterpieces and stuffed them into a drawer.

But this thing is often broken in such a casual hand. When Bai Daxia improvised that day, Qiu Yue was not present, so he didn't know anything about it. Coincidentally, when she cleaned up the counter drawers for Qiaozhi later, she found these masterpieces.

Obviously, Qiu Yue's appreciation ability is not as good as Bai Daxia, when she saw these brush words, she only frowned, thinking that it was the injustice left by the previous boss, so she rubbed her hands and threw them into the trash can standing outside the counter.

So, when Bai Daxia, who was chewing grass roots and fantasizing about the unevenness of the road, pulled out a knife to help, he and Xiuzhu came back from the outside, and what they saw was such a scene: a few green-eyed flies were buzzing around the garbage can, and the center of their circle happened to be his former masterpiece, but unfortunately it had been kneaded into several balls, and there were all kinds of disgusting vegetable soup on them.

Is it tolerable or unbearable, Bai Daxia looked at this scene and crooked his face, he ran to the second floor, and vigorously slammed the door to announce his dissatisfaction,

Qiaozhi was woken up from a nap, opened the door in a delirium, and was stunned for a moment when she saw Bai Jian, who was asking for guilt, and then laughed: "Yo, Bai Daxia came back so early today." ”

Bai Jian was startled by this voice and felt offended. So he simply didn't do anything, squinted his eyes and returned his mouth. After a few rounds of 'real guns', the two sides looked like a draw, but Pretty Eda narrowly escaped the quarrel, and in the end, although they figured out who threw the gold leaf paper into the trash, the delicate beam of the two of them still came to an end.

After the calligraphy and painting are done, the rest is pure pastime. Pretty Eda recalls the bar residency in her previous life, and she has the idea of finding a storyteller and a singer. In ancient times, communication technology was not developed, but it also had its own methods. There is a sign in the center of Yanling City, and you can paste a notice on this sign if you need it, and if someone can complete it, you can remove it.

Qiaozhi wrote a notice, and imitated the small advertisement of a modern real estate developer, cutting the end of the paper into several long strips, each with the address. In this way, even if a storyteller and song are not up to standard, there is no need to paste notices.

This novel way of placing an order is very eye-catching, and the notice board will be surrounded by a few circles of people after a while, and Qiao Zhiyin will look at it for a while, and then see that there are already a few people who have hesitated to tear off the small strip.

Back at the restaurant, Qiaozhi called to repair the bamboo, and he temporarily acted as a 'doorman', putting in the 'job seekers' who came to apply one by one. I went to the second floor in person, and invited Bai Jian to be the interviewer in a good voice, and sincerely apologized, asking Lord Bai Daxia to have a lot of them, and not to deal with her, a weak woman with no talent, no virtue and no face.

I can't tell if it was that paragraph that moved Bai Jian, anyway, he snorted coldly and opened the door.

With a smile on her face, Qiaozhi welcomed him downstairs like a grandfather, and quite gentlemanly pulled out a chair for him, and stretched out her hand to ask him to sit down. Bai Jian glanced at her with a strange expression, and her face finally softened.

Hi... It's humbling. Qiaozhi sat on the other side of Bai Jian and thought silently. Dividing the 'interview questions' that had been transcribed for several points, she cleared her throat and shouted out the door, "The first interviewer is invited!" ”

The first to come in was a boy in a white shirt with a folding fan, his demeanor was soft, like a snake meandering, the corners of his eyes flew obliquely, lit with pale red rouge, and a slight smile seemed to reveal a thousand styles, but it was a pity... His face lines are resolute, his skin is also healthy wheat, and the wrapped white shirt is like a tea egg that has not been peeled.

Pretty Eda watched the man in white shirt who was trying to show off his amorous attitude snaking towards her, shook his face, and tried the man in white shirt for the first time before Bai Jane's black face.

"Name."

"My name is Anyin." The boy unfolded his folding fan with a 'snap', raised it to his chin, and grinned at the pretty branch.

“... Gongzi An, your home is in Yanling, right? Qiaozhi trembled again, noticing that Bai Jian next to her was already obviously impatient, and hurriedly continued to ask.

Yin An covered her face with a fan again, leaving only a pair of eyes, and raised her eyebrows at her amorous manner: "The girl said that I laughed, I came from Tongcheng, and I only came to Yanling on the first day today, so I came to you to find a job to do." The intonation is picky, and the tail note is sweet and greasy.

"Then since you came to Yanling for the first day, why did you think about coming for an interview? Don't want to shop more? Noticing that An Yin was about to toss the fan again, Qiaozhi hurriedly shouted to him, "Stop!" If you have something to say, you don't have to pose! Move again and refuse directly! ”

"Ahh I fled from Tonglin..."

"I heard that the people in Tonglin are rich, and the rice in the rice jar is so piled up that even the rats eat fat. You said that you fled from Tonglin, it's just funny! Bai Jian knocked on the table, her face dignified. The pretty branch on the side nodded matter-of-fact and looked straight at An Yin. This is the reason why she has to invite Bai Jian even if she pulls down an old face, after all, she is an outsider, and the original owner is not keen on walking the rivers and lakes, so some things in the interview still need to be checked by people like Bai Jian.

An Yin's face turned a little pale, from a tea egg to a native egg, his eyes changed a few times, and he suddenly took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes.

？？？ Pretty edga is stupid.

I saw the corners of his mouth grinning, looking like he wanted to cry, and he didn't cry: "I... I... I didn't expect to be discovered by this son..."

Bai Jian raised his eyebrows and watched him perform coldly.

"I... I..."An Yin sobbed but was not more than half a tear, so it could only be regarded as a dry howl: "It's true that I escaped from Tonglin, but I'm actually a... It's—" he squirmed suddenly, "It's.... Catamite. ”

？？？ What? Qiao Zhi raised her eyebrows and looked at An Yin carefully, this... Don't they all say that most of the prostitutes in ancient times were beautiful? No matter how you look at this one in front of you, it doesn't have anything to do with the legendary prostitute... She confirmed, "Hmm... Gigolo? ”

An Yin's gaze was a little more resentful, and he nodded with a flat mouth.

Noticing Qiaozhi's distrustful eyes, his eyes scattered, like suddenly broken jewelry, lowered his head, and said faintly: "Don't look at my appearance, but I sing very well... It is because of this that the master pampered me. He raised his head again, and a tear remained in the corner of his eye, "He not only imprisoned me, but also imprisoned me, and also abused me!" I.. It took me a lot of effort to escape from Tongcheng..."

Forehead... Finally getting to the point, Qiaozhi hurriedly asked him to show his hand, stood up, cleared his throat like a decent one, and smiled softly, "Then I will be ugly." ”

"Huh?" Qiaozhi was stunned, and listened carefully to his singing, which was indeed very good, with a hint of unique charm, floating faintly in the store.

After the song, Bai Jian Qiaozhi was stunned, looking at them with a hidden look, tilting her head sideways, and her eyes were shy: "I can still play the qin...."

Talent! Qiaozhi was in awe, isn't the most lacking talent in her restaurant! It's just that... She remembered the identity of this An Gongzi, and hesitated again: "An Gongzi, your talent is very good, we are very satisfied." It's just your identity...", frowning, everything was in plain sight.

An Yin immediately said: "You don't have to worry... Actually, that's why I hid my identity in the first place... At that time, when the master took pity on me and ransomed me, he tore up the deed of sale and gave me a personal household registration...."He looked up at the cobwebbed beams, "Who would have thought that men are all unkind things!" He's tired of me... But woo woo woo but still don't let me go! ”

Bai Jane, who was also a man, coughed and tilted her head away.

Qiaozhi was still a little hesitant when she heard this, pulled Bai Jian's sleeve, and discussed with him in a low voice: "Bai Daxia, this situation of Gongzi An... If we accept him, will his master find him in the future? ”

Bai Jian said: "Probably not, and child prostitution is something forbidden by the saints today." Most of the prostitution is privately circulated, and even if there is a deed of sale, it may not be done. The tone was sour, "I didn't think that Miss Yu knew a lot?" Even the capital knows. ”

Qiaozhi smirked, "Then this Hidden Son... And you took it? ”

Bai Jian knocked on the table, pondered for a moment, and slowly shook his head,

An Yingongzi, who had been silently watching them coming, shook his head when he saw Bai Jian, and directly howled out a cry: "Although I am a prostitute and have a low status, I also have my own arrogance. I don't know what kind of prejudice Childe has against me, as for being so difficult for me..."He raised his sleeve to wipe his tears, "I ran all the way from Tongcheng, I couldn't eat enough and didn't have enough clothes, I saw that I was about to die on the street, and then I saw the notice of your house..."

"I'm here sincerely, and I didn't even hesitate to show my wounds to the two of you, I thought I could make friends even if I couldn't do it, but I didn't think about it..." It's okay to crash and die here... Also... It's like—" He shuddered and closed his eyes, as if he was doing psychological construction.