After everything was done, Ye Haoran was ready to talk to Boss Ma, this time he learned to be smart, and he didn't even step into the door of the foot massage shop.

Instead, he called Boss Ma and asked him to come out.

Meet at a teahouse across the street from the billiard hall in the middle of the food court.

The tea has just been ordered here, and the tea sister is quietly brewing gongfu tea, and there is an ethereal dare in the extremely elegant room.

The sound of nature plays soothing and relaxing, and the sound of water flowing with tea gives you the beauty of being in the deep mountains and old forests.

It was originally a good artistic conception, but after Boss Ma came, it didn't break it at all.

"Brother! I'm coming!"

Ye Haoran didn't bother with the taste of the big ballast he spoke, but talking in such an elegant place was the same as quarreling, which somewhat ruined the atmosphere.

"Brother Ma sit down, the tea just made, taste it."

'Goodong,

The kung fu teacup is relatively small, and Boss Ma stuffed it into his mouth in one gulp.

After drinking, he smashed his mouth.

"The taste is a bit strong, and it can't catch up with the white hair tea fried by our village itself."

Ye Haoran rolled his eyes speechlessly, and the tea sister next to him couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh when she saw it.

Boss Ma is not embarrassed to see it, his self-confidence does not come from this culture.

Sitting cross-legged with a smile, a bold breath rushed over, and even Sister Tea looked sideways.

She often meets all kinds of people when she makes tea for guests here, including businessmen with sharpened heads, bosses and politicians with deep urban governments, as well as folk veterans and bereaved families, but it is extremely rare for Boss Ma to be full of Jianghu atmosphere.

Ye Haoran knew that talking about tea with Boss Ma was playing the piano to the cow, and honestly shut up and drank his own tea.

The tea sister sat on the side with the corners of her mouth bent to refill the tea for the two, quietly being a mascot.

Taste a cup of tea, taste a taste of life.

After putting down the teacup, Ye Haoran said: "The decoration company has been found, and the materials will probably start to work tomorrow, Brother Ma, you will start contacting here, and you will start working in a month, with a similar height and appearance, don't be too shabby."

Ye Haoran doesn't have this kind of resource, so he can't pull the school over.

The waiter can let those idle people in Xiaobei do it, there is no difficulty requirement, as long as they have simple training, they can get on the job.

Boss Ma brought his own sisters and thugs into the scene, and Boss Ma was a general manager himself, and he usually had to rely on him to do things.

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Ye Haoran sent another Yang Xiaoyun as the bar counter to collect money.

Then hire a few cleaners and a fruit bowl chef and you're good to go!

"Brother, don't worry, the first batch is already on the way, they are all good, I know two people who have been transferred from the south, each of them."

Ye Haoran looked at Boss Ma strangely and asked, "Didn't you say that you are a rival?" How can you still get someone from someone else?"

Boss Ma smiled: "Some people can't do it anymore, they have to find a way out for their sisters, don't you have to go to another place to change after staying in one place for a long time, you don't understand, there is knowledge in this."

If someone else said this, Ye Haoran would be able to believe it. ….

But if this is changed to Boss Ma, it always feels weird.

Shaking his head and throwing away the messy thoughts: "Okay, I don't understand it, I won't talk nonsense, as long as I can do it."

Next, the two drank tea and chatted about various topics.

Sister Tea looked at Boss Ma for a while, and looked at Ye Haoran for a while.

She really doesn't understand why there is so much age difference and cultural heritage is not at the same level, but she can talk so happily.

One looks bad to mess with, the other looks handsome, obviously two people who are no longer in the same world can become confidants.

From beginning to end, Sister Tea was thinking about this question.

"Didi Di !!"

Boss Ma's mobile phone rang, put down the teacup and stopped laughing, glanced at Ye Haoran and picked up the phone.

"Hey, dick! .... What? , wait for me to get back right now..."

Putting down the phone, Boss Ma got up and said, "Brother Ye, since the matter is settled, let's get here first, something is wrong in the store, I'll go back and take a look."

If there is a problem in the store, he can still say hello to Ye Haoran calmly, and Ye Haoran admires this Qi Kung Fu very much.

Everyone who can become stronger and bigger is not given for nothing.

"Don't delay Brother Ma, get busy!"

Boss Ma nodded, walked to the door, put on his shoes and walked out directly.

Ye Haoran drank another cup of tea, and then took out an old man's head from his schoolbag and handed it to Sister Tea.

"The tea is good, I have a chance to come back."

Sister Tea didn't shirk, if the tip given by the boss was shirked, she looked down on the boss.

"Thank you!"

Ye Haoran got up with a smile and left the tea room with his schoolbag on his back.

took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed it out: "Xiaobei, there seems to be something wrong in Brother Ma's store, you can take someone over to take a look."

Putting down the phone, I just walked out of the teahouse.

Standing across the road, you can just see the billiard hall, Xiaobei and Dongzi took people straight to Boss Ma's foot massage shop.

Ye Haoran carried his schoolbag on one shoulder, and walked over with his hands in his trouser pockets.

After a while, I came to the opposite side of the foot massage shop, and saw a large group of people in Wuyang and Wuyang, surrounding the door of the foot massage shop on three or four floors.

Shouts could be heard in the distance.

"Little Bibi wants to prostitute for nothing, your father screwed you today."

"Let go of me, my eldest brother Li Tao, you dare to touch me and try!"

"Try it!"

Saying to the people of the Northeast, 'Move me to try, is a very dangerous sentence.'

They won't kill you, but you won't be beaten.

Ye Haoran stood across the road, and he heard a lot about what was going on.

Those who wanted to go in to watch the excitement were blocked outside by the people brought by Xiaobei, and no one could see how Boss Ma concocted that kid inside.

And at this time, there is no mobile phone video function, the top is just a visit to the police station.

When the time comes, no one can do anything.

Either forget it like this, or the two sides play together on the grounds of picking quarrels and provoking trouble.

Therefore, people outside rarely call the police, and they usually shake people up and shovel things by themselves.

In less than half an hour, the crowd gradually counted, and the entrance of the foot massage shop regained calm.

Ye Haoran just watched the excitement, he didn't go to Boss Ma or Xiaobei, and after there was no excitement to see, he stopped a taxi and went home directly.

took the key to open the door, and as soon as I entered the house, I saw Yang Xiaoyun watching TV on the sofa, and there were a lot of snacks and drinks on the coffee table.

Every time I come, it's like a devil entering the village, and it's not over until I sweep the things in the refrigerator.

"Husband, you're back!"

I didn't know and thought it was a couple.

hugged Yang Xiaoyun, who was pounced on her, back to the sofa, and the two started flirting again.

This is a very dangerous thing, once the temperature between the two rises and crosses the line, there will be a big battle today.

No one knows who loses or who wins, anyway, Ye Haoran has never lost.

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