Chapter 26: The speaker is unintentional

Excited, unfinished.

All night long, Tang Hao, who arrived at the time of disembarkation at 6:30 in the morning, even though his face was tired and his eyes flushed, but he still felt energetic and reluctant to leave the computer.

It's a pity that he has to go. There is really no money left in his pocket, and after two consecutive nights, he can't hold his body any longer.

"I'm afraid I will have to sleep until the end of the night, but it's a pity that my parents should be back tonight..."

Tang Hao, who seemed to be at a disadvantage, walked through the narrow aisles of the black Internet cafe, carefully avoiding those ‘comrades’ who were sleeping halfway through the night.

I left the door of the Internet cafe, and the sky only lit up with a faint morning light. When the cold fog and morning breeze blew in the morning, the whole person was shivering.

However, this coldness did not make him more sober, but made him seem to be emptied of energy, and the whole person was wilted.

The consequences of the whole night one and two nights finally broke out in a concentrated manner. The turbulent tiredness and sleepiness made him quicken his pace, and chose to take a shortcut home through the alley.

is surrounded by villages in the city, and the pace of life is slow. The streets around 6 o'clock in the morning are deserted and deserted, not to mention some small alleys.

Dark, deep, silent, and cold.

If this is the case in normal times, Tang Hao might have to make a fuss, but at this time he has no intention of thinking about it. He just wants to go home and fall asleep quickly, walking quickly through the alley.

Sudden!

嗖!

A black shadow rushed over, and then disappeared in the shadow of the laneway.

and the same disappeared, and Tang Hao!

"This is the food I should eat, hey, hey..."

Smell and gasping, intoxication and madness, coldness and cruelty, strange husky whispers echoing in the darkness.

Then, there were screams, bites and swallows that resounded through the clouds.

...

"Here, buns."

At 7:30 in the morning, Xia Xu rushed to the consulting company to open the door on time as yesterday.

Tang Youxin came a little later than yesterday, but she still brought him a breakfast.

"What's wrong with your face? Didn't you apply your makeup evenly? There is still powder."

Xia Xu unceremoniously took the milky white plastic bag that Tang Youxin handed over, and at the same time smiled and pointed to her right cheek.

There is a trace of white powder.

"No...no, I just forgot to wash my face."

Tang Youxin quickly wiped her face embarrassed, but even if she didn't wipe the ruddy that gradually climbed up her cheeks, it was almost covered up.

"This... ugly."

Xia Xu suddenly said.

Of course, this was not for Tang Youxin.

The little white flower is the pure beauty that is naturally carved, and it won’t be ugly no matter how you don’t repair your makeup.

This ugly sentence refers to the "bun" in his hand.

The normal buns sold outside don’t say they make nice fold patterns, at least they are well-proportioned in size, and at least they are like buns.

However, the few buns in his hand stand out from the crowd, none of them are the same size, and some are like dumplings and steamed buns, some are like siumai wotou, but none of them are like buns.

But soon, Xia Xu suddenly reacted and hurriedly changed his words: "No, this is... fresh and refined, yes, yes, fresh and refined, very artistic, using one kind of food to make another kind of food, this advanced cooking The concept is simply more advanced than molecular cuisine."

Scouring his stomach and reluctantly found a few words of praise and praised him, Xia Xucai tentatively looked at Xiao Baihua: "You did it?"

"It just happens to be learning."

Xiao Baihua looked dodged, and fled into the store in a hurry.

"That's quite a coincidence."

Xia Xu chuckled, but didn't follow him.

In order to avoid embarrassment, I stayed at the entrance of the store for a while. Soon after, Yang Bowen drove over in a blue truck.

"Boss, please help me."

"coming."

Xia Xu hurried forward to help unload the cargo.

He ordered some sofas, tables, chairs and reception desks in the car. Anyway, Yang Bowen was a truck driver before, so he just asked him to transport it.

Although the consulting company does not really want to operate, it still needs to do what it should do. After all, this is the name and the card. Even if Yang Bowen often goes out to find people and people, he always needs a place to stay and check in to have a sense of belonging.

At the same time, she can also find something for Tang Youxin. She usually cleans and serves as a receptionist at the Shouyishou store on weekends. If she doesn't do anything, she would not be willing to come here to get her salary even if she fudged her last time.

Even if you don’t talk about the benefits of kindness, it is always right for such a five-star genius to be brought to his subordinates in advance. The meager salary paid is not worth mentioning.

"But the money is really easy to use..."

After calculating the balance in the card, Xia Xu was a little worried again.

You don’t panic if you have money in your pocket. In modern society, the strength of confidence often depends on the thickness of your wallet.

If you have money, you can do everything with less effort. If you don’t have money, you can do everything with less. You must first consider your own economic situation when you do anything.

The deposit of close to 60,000 yuan was more than enough to satisfy his high school career, but as his stalls increased in sales, they were a bit stretched.

The store’s rent deposit and the furniture cost are almost 10,000, and Yang Bowen’s basic salary will be 8,000 per month. If things are done well, they will always have to pay bonuses or something.

In addition to his own expenses and a little salary to Tang Youxin, 60,000 yuan is really useless.

I originally thought that the old man on the construction site could make a fortune, but now he hasn't even seen the old man's shadow. After a while, maybe he may not even have enough of the missing principal.

"Lao Yang, hold on to Zhang Jianmin's side. In addition, you should go to these construction sites every day to check out and see if you can find an old man who sells antiques..."

Thinking that the old man's affairs on the construction site hadn't settled, he would go to class tomorrow, Xia Xu could only put a little burden on Yang Bowen.

"Old man selling antiques?"

Yang Bowen first nodded his head to express his understanding, but after he stopped talking for a moment, he couldn't help but say: "Boss, you are not buying antiques, are you? Although I don't understand this very much, I heard someone say when I pulled building materials on the construction site. One point, those selling antiques next to the construction site are all scammers who pretend to be workers on the construction site to deceive people."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, even I can see people clearly, can I be fooled by a liar with fake antiques?"

Xia Xu smiled dumbly.

"Yes, I talk too much."

Yang Bowen scratched the back of his head and chuckled.

Even if I want to, my little boss’s eyes are very vicious. Even if he doesn’t understand antiques, he has personally experienced his vision of seeing people. A liar can’t see through it at a glance. He’s totally eating carrots. I'm worried.

"This is the key to the store. Take it first. If you have time to come to the store in the morning, you can open the door yourself. If you have no time, you can also come. The key is that Zhang Jianmin's whereabouts must be grasped as soon as possible.

Xia Xu continued to explain, and threw a copy of the key in the store at the same time.

Yang Bowen accurately caught the key, and said in doubt: "I will open the door myself? Boss, do you have something to go out these days?"

"No, UU reading is just going to class."

Xia Xu shook his head.

Yang Bowen was surprised: "The boss is still in college? No wonder he looks young, young and promising."

"It's a high school, and Youxin are classmates."

Xia Xu rolled his eyes silently when he heard the obvious flattery.

"High...High school?"

Just now, Yang Bowen was indeed a bit surprised and flattered. After all, Xia Xu's face is tender, even if he wears a suit, he can still feel some student atmosphere. At a glance, he knows that most of them are college students.

But now he heard ‘high school’, he was really surprised.

Although university entrepreneurship is not common but not a minority, but a high school student who is still studying ran out to start a company by himself?

is unheard of! If he hadn't experienced the magic of his own boss, he should have doubted whether he was fooled on the thief at the moment.

China is no better than foreign countries, there are not so many chicken soup stories about dropping out of high school and starting a garage.

Not to mention how difficult it is to own a ‘garage’ in China. It is difficult to allow a high school student to delay his studies and engage in such things just because of the problem of concept and atmosphere. The family will neither agree nor be assured.

Besides, even if they agree, how many parents can spend so much money on their children at will? How many high school students can rent a storefront and give employees seven or eight thousand wages?

"Boss, are you a rich second generation who came out to experience?"

"No, but you can rest assured, I can still afford your salary, as long as you work hard to ensure that your future is bright."

"Then you are not the rich second generation?"

"I am a rich generation, understand?"