With anticipation, Xu Zhifeng pedaled and pulled Uncle Gong back to Bangyue Tower.

But his mood soon became unpleasant.

"Well, okay boss, I got it. In the future, I will pay more attention to the way I communicate. ”

Xu Zhifeng hung up the communicator with a dark face, and then looked at Yan Yingjian, who was the villain on the opposite side.

Yan Yingjian waved at Xu Zhifeng with a smile, "Goodbye, go home early and rest, you should get off work tonight." ”

After speaking, the dead fat man turned around, and moved out with eight steps in a proud step.

Boom!

Xu Zhifeng slapped it on the desk.

It feels like eating a salt-baked fly.

Despicable villain, bad for me!

Will sue, are you a three-year-old kid?

It turned out that Yan Yingjian, who had lost the battle with Xu Zhifeng, turned his head and called Xiang Bangyue and poked the matter out, with insinuations in the middle.

For example, Xu Zhifeng, as a subordinate, has no one in his eyes, and he blatantly behaves in the store, messing with relationships or something.

Although Xiang Bangyue did not listen to the believers, she found a balance and played a big board each.

The woman first recognized Xu Zhifeng's behavior of protecting Tang Tiantian, and asked Yan Yingjian to stop holding on to it, so as not to chill other colleagues.

Then she called Xu Zhifeng again and asked Manager Xu Bei Lao and Yan Yingjian to stand up, which made the atmosphere in the store smoky.

According to Xiang Bangyue's meaning, Hou Tianhao's banquet reception business changed hands tonight.

The hotel's profit is one million, and the commission of the person in charge of reception can be about twenty or thirty thousand.

This bonus was moved from Xu Zhifeng's hand to Yan Yingjian's head, and it was regarded as a board for Xu Zhifeng.

This board is not painful or itchy, and the balance of Xiang Bangyue is very subtle and delicate.

But no one knows that what Xu Zhifeng really cares about is not the bonus, but the rubbing of vegetables.

At another time, he didn't have any opinions at all, and he also had to praise Xiang Bang Yue's imperial mental skills.

But not tonight.

Even if he comes to work, the bonus will be directly given to Yan Yingjian.

But he can't say that.

Thinking about Xiang Bangyue's point of view, the rules of the hotel are who works and who gets the money.

Letting Xu Zhifeng go to work and Yan Yingjian to take the money is not only a violation of the rules, but Xiang Bangyue will feel that beating Xu Zhifeng's board is too heavy, too bullying, and too insulting.

Xu Zhifeng can neither say that he is a masochist and beg for humiliation, nor can he show the carriage and horse to tell others that he wants to rub vegetables.

This is not a matter of losing face, but as the lobby manager of Bangyue Building, he wants to rub vegetables all day long, how funny is it to spread it?

Xu Zhifeng took a deep breath and thought to himself, it is impossible to admit it, I have to think of a way.

In the private room, Yan Yingjian, who was smiling all over his face, explained to Hou Tianhao, only saying that Xu Zhifeng had something to do and returned home temporarily.

Although Hou Tianhao had some regrets, he didn't ask much.

As for Xu Zhifeng, who was supposed to have gone home, he was standing in the kitchen pretending to help cook.

The kitchen is filled with smoke and the sound of pots and pans and chopping vegetables is buzzing.

But one of the places was relatively empty, with only three people standing in a group.

Uncle Gong was looking at the glass bottle in his hand under the light with a fascinated look, and inside was a small drop of dark blue liquid.

This is exactly the blood of the seabed, with a crystalline sheen.

The other person is Master Zheng, Uncle Gong's closed disciple, who is engrossed in mixing ingredients.

The other person is Hou Tianhao's entourage.

Seeing Xu Zhifeng coming over, the entourage greeted him with a smile, he didn't know that the outer bakery had been taken over by Yan Yingjian.

Xu Zhifeng chatted with him, and swept the corner of his eye on the pile of ingredients.

The more he looked at it, the colder he became.

He most wanted Uncle Gong to make soup, so that he could pretend to taste salt and take it away in his mouth.

But these ingredients gave him a strong sense of unease.

"Judging from my Lao Gong's decades of experience in cooking, the precious ingredient of seabed blood, which is cold, cannot be exposed to fire and heat, and only when it is made into cold cakes can its medicinal power be maximized. My cold cake contains ice spring water and pine cone pulp in the cold mountains...... It perfectly blends the wonderful taste of the blood under the sea!"

After Uncle Gong finished explaining, Manager Xu's heart was really cold.

The cold cake is a whole piece, dig a pit on it and try it!

If there were no outsiders, he would still be able to do it before the gel, but the Lord would be here to stay.

How?

Watching the super cold cake prepared by Uncle Gong slowly solidify and take shape, and then watching Master Zheng carefully bring out the big sea bowl, Xu Zhifeng was calm on the surface and irritable on the inside.

The cold cake in the sea bowl is a psychedelic light blue, and the glossy mirror surface sometimes shimmers with a glittering light.

Xu Zhifeng gritted his teeth viciously, go to your Xiang Bangyue!

I won't take your board!

With a confident glow on his face, he took the sea bowl from Master Zheng's hand and put it on the wooden shelf beside him, and then turned back and smiled at Hou Tianhao's entourage.

"This kind of cold cake is well-made, and it is condensed with the mysterious qi of the blood under the sea, and it will run away when it shakes when walking, let me come, I serve the food most steadily in the store." ”

He's showing off his skills.

Uncle Gong was on the side to help, "Manager Xu is right. Before he was promoted, he was the number one waiter in our store. This dish is also a kung fu, and it is the last process, which is very important. ”

Others did not doubt him, and nodded in approval.

Xu Zhifeng walked away, and he was really professional.

I saw that he held his head high, slightly waisted, and his pace was steady, no matter how he walked, but the wooden frame in his hand remained on a horizontal line forever.

There was no trembling on the mirror surface of the cold cake.

He turned serving dishes into an art.

Yan Yingjian was on standby at the door of the private room, but he was out of the world.

He was thinking in his heart about how to spend the money he got tonight, and how to use this to disgust Xu Zhifeng when he turned around.

Also, Xiang Bangyue has already made a conclusion on Tang Tiantian's matter, so it will be difficult to promise Ding Song, and he has to recalculate.

Especially to guard against Xu Zhifeng's fineness.

He was so preoccupied that someone walked up to him and didn't even notice.

"Manager Yan, borrowed. ”

Xu Zhifeng said in a muffled voice.

Yan Yingjian didn't expect this guy to leave yet, he suddenly came back to his senses, lost control of his anger, and his mouth grew bigger and bigger.

Xu Zhifeng saw that he was about to scold, and his movements were smooth and his back turned around, so as not to spray the spittle of the dead fat man into the bowl.

"Xu!

Yan Yingjian really roared, and even raised his hand to push Xu Zhifeng's shoulder.

Oh!

He suddenly covered his mouth and howled, and a pain came from under his crotch.

He was attacked by Xu Zhifeng first, and he ate the rabbit kick between his legs.

This can be called a heavy blow to ordinary people, but after all, as a Xuanshi, Yan Yingjian can bear it.

He was furious, and the momentum around him surged, and he was about to mobilize the power of Xuanjia to teach Xu Zhifeng to be a man.

At this time, he suddenly pressed a palm on his shoulder, "Manager Yan, what do you mean? Spit in our big dish? and want to knock over the plate?"

Hou Tianhao's entourage made a move, and he was also a D-level master.

Yan Yingjian's qi and blood were suppressed, and Xuanli, who was about to emerge, retracted and replied blankly: "No." ”

Xu Zhifeng had already turned around at this time, and said expressionlessly, "This bowl of cold cake in my hand is a bloody dish under the sea, do you want to pay seven million?"

Yan Yingjian's neck shrank, and he quickly apologized to Hou Tianhao's entourage, "Brother, I'm sorry." I was distracted and didn't see it. ”

"It's okay, I understand. Not all of you are wonderful people like Manager Xu. ”

This dude is also very straightforward.

Yan Yingjian was very embarrassed, but it was not good to continue to fight in front of the guests, so he had to move aside silently.

He was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he could only swallow blood.

It wasn't until Xu Zhifeng's hearty laughter came from the door of the private room that he realized that Xu Zhifeng had reversed course and forcibly intervened.

After a long time, Xu Zhifeng walked out of the private room with a small porcelain bowl satisfied, containing a piece of cold cake the size of his thumb.

Perfect, in hand!

He was reluctant to eat it on the spot, and no one laughed at him inside, this is the serious mentality of ordinary people in the face of super dishes.

As for Yan Yingjian, he is gone.

Xu Zhifeng pouted, the suing dog must have to sue again.

With his understanding of Yan Slut, this thing will definitely take Xiang Bangyue's Shang Fang Sword to provoke trouble and disgust people.

Not to mention the deduction of money and fines, you may have to find a reason to work overtime overnight.

With the urine of a strict slut, it must be a thorn in his accounts during his business trip.

But people don't do bad things, and they are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

Feel free to look it up.

Xu Zhifeng was in a hurry to go home and sleep, and he couldn't delay, so he simply tore his face, what do you love.

He went back to the private room and confessed to Hou Tianhao, this time he really ran directly through the back door.

As soon as I got home, a call from Xiang Bang Yue followed.

"I already know the thing. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Just huh?"

"I'm sorry. ”

"That's all for today, the bonus belongs to you, and I will also protect Tang Tiantian. I know you have an opinion about Yan Yingjian, but after all, he is the general manager and a mystery, so you can't beat him. ”

"No problem, I'll pay attention in the future and don't provoke him less. ”

In the past, every time Xu Zhifeng had a stiff fight with Yan Yingjian, Xiang Bangyue almost mediated like this.

She looks rigid and cold, like an exterminator, but she actually misses the old feelings.

If it weren't for Xiang Bangyue, Xu Zhifeng would have been forcibly swept out of the house by Yan Yingjian.

The two of them made trouble, but they always had to give face to the boss and held the scale with each other.

Today's incident, from the perspective of a bystander, is actually Xu Zhifeng's excess.

But the positions are different, and there is no right or wrong.

"Okay, then you apologize to Yan Yingjian tomorrow morning. ”

Xiang Bangyue said again.

"No apologies. ”

"You've given you all the bonuses, and you don't apologize?"

"I don't apologize to him for the bonus. ”

"Why?"

"I don't like it. ”

There was silence for a long time.

"You've changed. ”

"It hasn't changed. ”

"When I get back, I'll beat you, don't you apologize?"

"No apologies. ”

"Forget it, that's it, the prize money will be yours again. But next time I won't pamper you again. ”

Toot toot.

Xiang Bangyue hung up the phone.

Xu Zhifeng threw away the communicator and looked out the window.

There was a sound of the door opening and closing in the living room outside the door, and it was Chen Xi who came back.

Xu Zhifeng didn't go out to greet her, and the shredded potatoes were placed on the coffee table, and she could see it.

Xu Zhifeng was just thinking, maybe Xiang Bangyue was right, he had really changed.

As the day of becoming a mystic scholar is getting closer and closer, Xu Zhifeng's mentality as a traveler is indeed changing.

From being cautious and trembling to surviving, to slowly relapsing to the old ways, the hidden stubbornness can hardly be concealed.

Or maybe it's the last material that I finally got today for the enhanced E-class mystical liquid, and subconsciously thinks that I should move on to the next stage of my life as soon as possible.

It's time to get on the train and leave Bangyue Tower, a stop that is about to lose its usefulness.

Xu Zhifeng has to take responsibility for his own life.

Time is precious in this world, and time is even more precious after becoming a mysticist.

Unless it is Yan Yingjian, a person who has lost hope of climbing up for many reasons, few Xuanshi are willing to waste their precious time on work that civilians can do, even if the salary is higher.

Xu Zhifeng is both casual and purposeful.

If it's nice to stay here, that's fine.

But Xiang Bangyue can detect the changes in Xu Zhifeng, and Manager Xu can also detect the changes in the boss.

After she broke through and went to Fudu, the number of meetings became less and less, and her feelings gradually weakened.

Today, I rejected her face again, and I am afraid that she will be even more rusty in the future.

Xu Zhifeng was a little resentful of Xiang Bangyue.

In the past year and a half, Bangyuelou has been able to gradually overwhelm the other two in the town and become the well-deserved No. 1 high-end restaurant in Wenxing, relying on him Xu Zhifeng, not Yan Yingjian, who has always dragged his feet after coming.

The eyes of her colleagues are bright, she has eyeliner, she must know what Yan Yingjian is, but she still refuses to straighten herself, and she is still looking for balance.

This year, Xu Zhifeng has a lot of self-restraint in the cracks, because he needs a backer.

But after becoming a Xuanshi, Xiang Bangyue's backer is no longer so important.

Xu Zhifeng began to have more options, and it was a big deal to join Hou Tianhao's team.

That backer is not bad either.

In the dark, Xu Zhifeng, who was lying on the bed, pursed his lips disdainfully.

Intrigue or something, the most boring.

Xu Zhifeng even had a feeling that maybe when he resigned and left Bangyue Tower, it was the time when Yan Yingjian wanted to kill himself.

But he doesn't care, anyway, the grudge is deep, and there is no point in breaking the mirror and reuniting.

Since it's garbage, it's good to turn into a corpse.

Killing the other party is the most efficient way to resolve disputes.

When you can't win, you have to use your brain.

This is Xu Zhifeng's newly learned philosophy of survival in the past three years.