Cedar forests line the central boulevard, and a locomotive speeds over the sea-crossing bridge onto the city road.

A nice drift brake, and the car came to a steady stop in front of the CLUB.

The driver was a young man with broad shoulders and long legs, dressed in black. He stepped out of the car, then neatly ripped off his silver-gray helmet and shook his black hair.

A set of actions flowed smoothly, attracting the attention of all passers-by at the entrance of the CLUB.

But He Sibai himself did not react to this, his expression was indifferent, and he did not look at the onlookers from beginning to end.

He casually threw his helmet into the arms of the red-haired boy in the motorcycle suit in the back seat: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome." The red-haired smile was hearty, and while he threw his helmet up and down, he considered his mouth, "Are you going to pay your salary today?" ”

"Hmm." He Sibai answered.

"I heard that you made a bottle of expensive red wine when you were pulling with the rich woman that day?" The young man raised his eyebrows, and his tone couldn't help but bring three points of banter, "Is your salary enough to compensate?" ”

He Sibai glanced at him.

A familiar sense of danger emanates through the air. The young man shrunk his neck and raised his hand in surrender: "Gotta get it, I won't say it, okay?" It's all a convoy, and I'm just-"

"Well, forget it, when I didn't say it." The young man remembered the coach's words, and he couldn't say anything, so he could only scratch his head and change the topic, "It's just that according to my observation, your mood has not been right recently." I thought you were annoyed by the bottle of wine that was broken some time ago. ”

He Sibai did not speak.

There was an almost stereotypical indifference on his face.

He didn't want to admit that he was like this because of Shen Qingzhao.

After that day, Shen Qingzhao would occasionally send messages to ask him about the condition of his wounds.

He Sibai did not reply.

Since the meeting that night, the pair of gloves and the news of Shen Qingzhao have been deliberately ignored by him.

He understands that in his life, reason should always come before emotion, and be the first priority of the unquestionable.

He and Shen Qingzhao are originally people from two worlds, so he should maintain a polite balance towards Shen Qingzhao.

But more and more emotions are being repressed.

He couldn't find a solution.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"It's not because of the wine."

The red-haired boy became interested: "What's the reason for that?" ”

He Sibai didn't answer, just turned around and walked towards the door of the club: "It's the end of the semester soon, you have time to observe me, why don't you observe your brand-new high math book." ”

"Day." The boy was poked in the sore spot and couldn't help but curse.

He angrily raised his middle finger at He Sibai's back: "A student like you who never listens to classes should go to!" ”

In the CLUB, someone is handing out payslips.

When the man handed him the pay slip, he glanced at him strangely.

He Sibai didn't know why. I swept it casually when I took it.

At just one glance, he was also stunned for a moment.

Item Discount Fee: Zero.

The line of the total salary amount is clearly written: 20,000.

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In the foreman's office, the foreman is checking the pay slips for several people.

Some people say that they have missed one day of overtime, some people say that their performance is wrong, and some people say that they have to be reimbursed for accommodation expenses......

Between the gossip, the foreman had a headache when he heard it, and simply pointed at He Sibai with his finger: "You talk about your business first!" ”

He Sibai explained the situation to the foreman, and did not shirk responsibility: "The red wine money will be deducted from my salary." ”

The foreman glanced at him, lowered his head and swiped his phone: "Let's go, you don't have to pay for this." ”

He Sibai frowned, didn't move, and asked the foreman with his eyes.

The foreman showed He Sibai the message sent to him by the boss a few days ago, "Our boss happened to watch the surveillance some time ago, and said that you are not to blame for this, you don't have to lose money." ”

Not only was He Sibai stunned for a moment, but the rest of the people were staring wide-eyed.

No one can believe that a bottle of red wine of 15,000 is just that.

After a moment of silence, He Sibai bowed slightly to express his gratitude: "Thank you." Please also please help me, thank you boss. ”

The foreman waved his hand lazily, and he didn't know if he heard He Sibai's thanks, but just gestured that he could go.

He Sibai is in charge of preparing the material today. After helping in the back kitchen, he said hello to the foreman and was off work.

The high-decibel electronic sound in the CLUB makes people's eardrums swell, and the communication between people depends on shouting.

He Sibai stood outside the bicycle shed behind the CLUB for a long time, and then felt that his ears were gradually returning to normal, and he could finally hear the sound of street vendors talking.

A bartender who was a few years older than him happened to come out of the staff passage to throw out the garbage at this time, and when he saw that He Sibai was not leaving, he waved at him with a smile: "Haven't left yet?" ”

He Sibai nodded slightly, as a greeting: "It's right away." ”

The bartender nodded and tossed the huge garbage bag into the trash can. There was a splash of dirty water with a "pop".

The stench wafted in the air, and the bartender cursed a swear word, and couldn't help but complain to He Sibai: "I really can't do this job in the bar, I get up earlier than the chickens, I go to bed later than the dogs, I am bitter and tired, and I don't earn much......"

He Sibai listened quietly, swept away a shared bicycle on the side of the road, and prepared to ride back to school.

He was too lazy to comply, and he didn't have much sympathy for the bartender's words.

He has been in the market since he was a child, and his relatives only have a father who is keen on playing mahjong.

Pain and emotion have long been grinded to the ground up unusually dull.

Seeing that He Sibai didn't talk, the bartender only felt more and more bored, and his tone unconsciously carried a three-point sourness: "I can see that in the service industry, nobles are more important than bosses." ”

He Sibai keenly sensed that there was something in this person's words, and asked, "What?" ”

"I envy you, there is someone behind you. The big bosses have to respect you for three points. ”

He Sibai sneered when he heard this, and only felt funny: "How come I don't know." ”

The bartender stared at He Sibai's face for a moment, and saw that the suspicious look on the young man's face did not seem to be fake, and then he realized that he had lost his words, as if he had told a secret that should not be said.

But the words spoken are like water, and they cannot be recovered. He Sibai was already keenly aware of something, and asked really, "What did you mean by what you just said?" ”

The bartender just wanted to make a haha and get the topic to light. He Sibai tilted his head, stared at him with a pair of eyes, and his tone was very low, implying danger: "Speak." ”

The bartender could only regret and explain stupidly:

"You just came, I don't know, the waiter in the store has always broken the wine and compensated according to the original price. You are the boss of charity, and you break things in the store, and you will smile and say that you don't need to pay compensation, and you will be paid as usual? ”