At this time, Xie Bo was sitting in the back seat of an armored car, casually flipping through the servant probation contract that Fan Bei had just signed, a probationary contract, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

The vehicle had started, turned around and left the valley, heading out onto the road outside.

The driver couldn't help but turn his head and asked: "Manager Xie, let's go through a hard run, and we will sell a servant, no, we haven't decided to sell it yet, it's too much of a loss, and we can't even earn back the fuel money for a car." ”

"It's called investing." Xie Bo completely lost the professional smile he had for Fan Bei before, and said very coldly.

On the way out of the valley, the armored car stumbled and drove, and the driver couldn't help but say: "Manager, even if you want to invest, you don't need to let the whole convoy into the valley, just send two cars." ”

"That's why you can only be a chamber of commerce driver all the time, and I can go from driver to assistant manager in three years." Xie Bo said lightly.

"Oh, so how can you be promoted from a driver to an assistant manager like you?" The driver was obviously a chatterbox, and hurriedly asked.

"First of all, you have to be wise." Xie Bo seemed a little impatient, but continued to answer.

"Wisdom, what's that?" The driver pretended to be puzzled.

"See the pit ahead?" Xie Bo raised his head and said, at this time, dozens of meters in front of him, there was a deep pit, about three or four meters long.

"See, you're trying to say that if I choose to go around, it means I'm wise." The driver said triumphantly.

"I mean, you should choose the brakes now, there's good stuff in that pit. A keen sense of observation of things around you is the first component of wisdom. ”

In the eyes of the two of them, a small cloud of gray-white liquid was emerging from the pit wall.

The driver's eyes lit up when he looked at the deep pit.

And Xie Bo lowered his head and continued to look at the contract, his eyes were also bright.

He had already turned to the last page of the contract and saw that it was covered with a red circle mark, not fingerprints or paw prints.

He closed his eyes.

A picture came to his mind.

A handsome-looking young man, holding a clean black iron ball, pressed it on a box of ink, and then stamped it on the contract.

…………

In the main control room, Fan Beizheng was talking to the chef of the four-star hotel named "He Qingsheng".

The other party stood upright, very self-conscious of a servant.

"Uncle He, please take a seat." Fan Bei stretched out his hand and asked.

Chef He's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, and then he shook his head and said, "You don't seem to be my real employer, do you?" I will only follow my employer's instructions. ”

Fan Bei looked at the iron ball on the table, and suddenly felt like he had hit his feet.

He smiled dryly: "I'm sorry, but the real person who signed the contract is actually this iron ball." ”

"No wonder I always feel a feeling of irony in my head," Chef He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Fortunately, you hired me, and I still have some sense." It doesn't matter, anyway, as long as you have room and board, I will do the same thing. ”

"I'm sorry, but please understand my caution." Fan Bei said sincerely.

"It's understandable that if we had been as cautious as you were before, we wouldn't have fallen to where we are today." Chef He seemed to be much more relaxed, and suddenly sighed.

Fan Bei heard something abnormal, could it be that the "Chef He" in front of him was not a normal person?

But he didn't move, just kicked Da Bai who pretended to be asleep, and then put on a curious face and said, "Can you tell me your story?" I've been closed off from the outside for a long time. ”

"Story?" Chef He twitched his face, and the wrinkles seemed to be a little deeper, "There is no story, everything is very ordinary, the shelter we are in is not too far from Silver City." In one of the evil tides, we didn't hold on, and then we called the people of Silver City by radio and finally signed a rescue contract with them. ”

"Rescue contract, what is that? Is it necessary to hand over most of the supplies, but also to sign a personal contract, and not to be difficult with them? Fan Bei immediately asked, and said what he had heard on the radio before.

"No, you're just talking about the most conciliatory clauses in the rescue contract, which are only eligible to be signed when the shelter is not in crisis. And we have encountered the evil tide, and they want to rescue the evil tide, so they are too harsh. ”

Chef He shook his head and sighed:

"The shelter must belong to them, and all personnel, who want to be rescued, must sign a labor contract for life, and all the remuneration for future work must belong to them."

In that case, it doesn't really make sense. What's the point of such a contract if the signatories are not motivated to work, can't make money, or even lose money? Fan Bei was puzzled.

When Chef He heard this, a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes: "If you just asked this dog to sign it, or if you signed it yourself, you would know what it means." Not motivated? Inexistent. ”

With that, he stood up and walked straight to the west.

Fan Bei hurriedly stood up and asked Da Bai to follow: "Uh, do you know that that is my residence over there?" ”

"Yes, you can see that it's the most popular over there."

Da Bai followed behind the two, twitching his nose and sniffing from time to time, as if he was a little puzzled, but he didn't seem to find anything.

Soon Fan Bei took the old man all the way through and came to the duty room in the agricultural area, which was actually a large room with four bedrooms and two living rooms, after all, there was more than one staff on duty.

"The living area has not been cleared out yet, so I have to trouble you to stay in the guest room here." Fan Bei opened the door of the second bedroom and said.

"It's nothing, such conditions are already good, really good." Chef He turned his head and said seriously.

This old man seems to have a problem, but if there is a problem, Dabai should kill him.

"By the way, it's afternoon now, I'll go and help you cook, although my master is the iron egg, but the owner of the iron egg is you." Chef He looked up at the clock in the living room, which had reached half past four in the afternoon of July 11, and said very diligently.

"Okay, the kitchen is here......"

About an hour later, under some brief instructions from Fan Bei, Chef He, who has the skills of a four-star hotel chef, quickly made five dishes and one soup.

Hot and sour soup with tomatoes, stir-fried shredded pork with cucumber, diced meat with celery......

Da Bai smelled the aroma early and immediately ran to the kitchen door to wait.

Fan Bei poured three dishes and a large pot of soup into the dog bowl for him to eat.

Seeing that Da Bai ate more fragrant than before, this made him both relieved and a little disappointed, hey, I won't need to cook in the future.

"Hey, do dogs eat better than people? Your rules here are a bit weird, I'll pay attention to them next time. Chef He was surprised.

"Haha," Fan Beigan laughed, "and you'll understand why later." ”

"It's so fragrant, it's delicious, master, your choice is really wise......" Da Bai wagged his tail while eating, and "Wang" twice from time to time.

Fan Bei said disdainfully: "I don't know which guy it was just now, he was playing tricks there, disliking this and that." ”

"Yes? That's certainly not me. By the way, it must have been Xiaobai who said it through my mouth," Da Bai unceremoniously framed, "Xiaobai, pay attention, don't steal my body." ”

"If I could steal your body, you'd be trained to be a dead dog." Little white is stupid.

At this time, Chef He suddenly said, "It seems that this is not enough for you to eat, I'll make some more." ”

"It's time to make more, uncle, you want to eat too." Fan Bei said politely.

"No, as a professional servant, I can't eat food made for the Lord's house. My own food, I'll prepare it separately. Chef He shook his head.

"Then the ingredients here, as long as they are not wasted, you can use them." Fan Bei smiled.

"Thank you so much." Chef He looked at Fan Bei, his eyes narrowed slightly.