What do you mean by bright flowers? For Chen Ya, this is it!

Even if it's a short-term job, there are 100 wen a day, which is much better than the previous 500 wen a month!

"You used to be a waiter, but the rules in our store are different from other places, so you should teach him." Changsheng gave Dali a look and asked him to try this newcomer.

nodded vigorously to indicate that he understood, and then took Chen Ya to a quick 'training' to teach him how to serve guests.

After looking around, Chen Ya's whole person was stunned, the difference between the shopkeeper here and the shopkeeper in his memory is a little big, there are men and women in the shopkeeper here, the man is responsible for serving, the woman is responsible for plating, and the uniform clothing is also surrounded by a piece of red clothes like a smock, which is embroidered with four big characters of incense in the world, but this dress is tied from behind.

"You don't need to serve the food for the time being, your job is to wait for the guests to go and clean up the dishes and chopsticks, there is a car there, and the food is dumped in that big bucket." Vigorously pointed to a trolley by the wall and said to Chen Ya.

"Okay." Chen Ya was in a daze for an afternoon, and he didn't react until he got the money and walked on the street when he was blown by the cold wind, and he still couldn't believe it when he looked at the money bag in his hand.

"Boy, hand over the money!" The hot pot restaurant closed late, and Chen Ya didn't notice that there was no one on the street before, and the two gangsters who jumped out of nowhere in front of him knew that it was not easy to mess with.

Chen Ya held the money tightly in his hand, this was something he had earned with great difficulty today, if it was snatched away, he would have no money to eat!

"Toast without eating and drinking, right? If you don't listen to you if you talk to you well, then don't blame my brother for being ruthless! The thug pinched the sandbag-sized fist and punched Chen Ya in the stomach, Chen Ya was in pain but clutched the money bag and didn't let go, the thug couldn't help but ridicule when he saw it: "Yo, meet a hard-boned one?" Brother, up! "Don't say that there is no one at this time, even if someone is watching three watches in the middle of the night, it doesn't matter if it's an idle matter.

After a long period of punching and kicking, Chen Ya knocked out two teeth, and finally didn't protect the money bag, he was pressed to the ground and beaten, and watched the little gangster snatch his money bag and pour it out and count it, seeing that there were only one hundred Wen, he spat at him: "Phew!" Poor! ”

"I thought how much was there, it was worth protecting like that, but it turned out that just a few dollars were not enough for me to play a trick!" The voice of the thugs gradually faded away, Chen Ya lay on the ground and tears flowed silently, why was he still alive when he was so.

I don't know how long it took, the steady footsteps got closer and closer, and Chen Ya didn't move.

"Hey, you're not dead, are you?" The man kicked him.

Chen Ya was motionless, a little loveless.

"Tsk, do you want to learn from others to take revenge on this point?" The person who kicked himself sneered, "Here, it's yours, right?" "Something was thrown on one's body.

Chen Ya's eyes moved, and when he saw that he was the money bag that he had been robbed of before, he sat up suddenly, opened the money bag and poured it out and counted it, no less, more than that.

He looked up and saw a person, against the light, like a manifestation of the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

"There's nowhere to go, come with me." The man said that he would go away first, but he didn't say that he would wait for him.

Chen Ya immediately got up, and saw that the back of the man was the boss of the world, and he was stunned.

"Not leaving? Waiting to die? The boss obviously had a bad temper, but he was a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted man, and when he didn't follow, he stopped and waited for him.

Carefully placed the copper plate in the close-fitting placket, close to his chest, the residual temperature on the copper coin burned into his heart like a soldering iron, so that no matter how many years he could not forget this scene in front of him. Baidu's latest chapter of "Pastoral Pets: Fools Ruthless and Domineering Literature" is the first time to read for free.