I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

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"Don't," An Yinong raised his hand, "I am not disappointed. I am here to eat, your restaurant provides food and supporting services, and we are just cold money transactions, there is no other side. relationship, not to mention disappointment.”

The manager just laughed and didn't seem to take it seriously.

"I don't think the manager cares. It seems that I am young and ignorant to make trouble here for no reason? Well, I will clarify with you one by one."

An Yinong sat up straight, his expression became serious and serious.

"First, I come here to eat, one is to buy food, and the other is to buy service. The service is already in the premium price of your dishes, otherwise you won't need the fruit juice with your gold foil stickers. At the price of ten yuan, does the manager agree with this?"

He tapped the fruit juice on the menu with his finger, and at the price of ten yuan, he could buy a basket of imported fruits with excellent quality.

At this time other guests have noticed this, the manager wiped his forehead: "I know, so..."

"Since you admit that I have paid for 'service' when ordering food, let's talk about the second item: Why is the service I deserve at a discount?" Yi Nong interrupted him directly.

"Mr..."

"Let him speak." The manager wanted to say more, but someone stopped him. It was a man with a touch of sandalwood. He had a handsome and gentle face, but there was a scar on his eyebrows. Looking evil.

Is it him?

This time, there were two prominent bodyguards standing behind him, but the bodyguards did not seem to be as strong as their employers.

An Yinong wonders why this person's temperament is so changeable? For a while, he looks like a big guy with a story, and now he looks like a gentle reader.

"Meet again." The man laughed when he saw him, and his temperament became very gentle.

"Hmm." Every time he sees this person, he becomes uncomfortable and can't tell how he feels. An Yinong closed his eyes and recalled his old Gu's voice and appearance (?), barely suppressing that eagerness.

The man sat down on the opposite seat. He was wearing a black casual suit today and a moon-white silk scarf on his chest. He looked at An Yinong and turned the wrench on his thumb: "The little guest said very well, let him continue."

"Yes." The manager simply shut up.

"A guest is a guest, why add a 'small'?"

"Sorry, I made a slip of the tongue, so what other advice does the guest have?" The man's smile became more pronounced and his voice softer.

An Yinong was vigilant: This attitude is not right, does this person want to dig the corner of his old Gu?

An Yinong, who didn't want to start a new relationship for the time being, didn't look at this man, but the man kept looking at him, even because An Yinong frowned, his own brows also frowned.

A strange, bewildering emotion rose in his heart.

If it's a girl, a man can understand, but it's a boy: what's wrong with me?

"It's not a suggestion, it's just a complaint from a guest with a bad temper."

After laughing at herself, An Yinong continued: "As part of the service system provided by the entire restaurant, the waiter scolded the customer who only tipped five yuan as a poor ghost, scolded the customer who communicated with words as deaf, and If you want to spit in her dishes, you can default to your restaurant's feedback on the three-dollar five-dollar tip, is there any problem?"

"This, guest, this is not what we taught." The manager complained.

"Yeah, you didn't say it verbally, but didn't you grant the waiter the right in action? If your training is thorough and respectful enough for the guests, may I ask, why am I, as a guest, paying for money? Want to buy this kind of humiliation?" The manager's cry could not convince An Yinong.

"Secondly, if a store does not give the waiter enough basic wages and makes him live only on tips, then out of self-interest, will the waiter choose to please the customers who tip more, ignoring or even contempt Tipping guests less?

"In other words, it is the salary distribution of your restaurant, which determines the behavior of the waiters, that is, the management of your restaurant, which indirectly promotes the whole service system. High and low, am I right?"

An Yinong punched with a combination of punches, the manager couldn't resist at all, he said, "Yes, it's our fault."

Seeing this, An Yinong also opened the menu: "Also, you have to teach your waiter a lesson, go home and teach yourself a lesson, I am here to eat, not to see your restaurant's treatment of employees Failing to manage. Your punishment or humiliation of your own employees doesn't make me comfortable, I don't have such a perverted hobby.

"I have no interest relationship with the waiter, but I have a direct monetary transaction with your restaurant, so the 'service' has been discounted, I should naturally find you, what do you think?"

The manager wiped away sweat again and again, but not because he realized his mistake, but just because he was afraid that the mistake at work would be seen by the boss next to him and affect his work.

An Yinong sneered: "Please apologize to the lady, her personal physical condition is not the reason for being maliciously humiliated by your restaurant."

Finally, the manager took the previous two waiters to apologize to the unknown lady and presented her with a large fruit basket. At the same time, An Yinong also got a bowl of fruit plate, and the two of them got a 20% discount on their bills today.

However, he knew that all this was not because of his eloquence or the restaurant's conscience, but because of the man sitting opposite him who did not know whether he was the owner or the shareholder.

"Sir, I have an appointment." An Yinong reminded him.

"I'm the owner of this shop, my surname is Xie. I don't know what customers call me?"

At this time, An Yinong didn't really want to have any in-depth contact with this person. He didn't like this feeling of being out of control. But An Yinong answered calmly on the face: "Hello, Mr. Xie, my surname is He. Is Mr. Xie staying because my previous words were unpleasant?"

"On the contrary, your suggestion makes sense to me, that the basic salary of the service staff should be raised, and the rules should be set so that all guests who enter here can enjoy what they deserve. So, I want to ask if Mr. He has any other suggestions."

The man looked very sincere, but An Yinong resisted with a cold expression: "Boss Xie is too polite, it was just my family's words before, Boss Xie doesn't need to take it seriously."

He looked down at his watch and 'talked to himself': "I said this, why hasn't it arrived yet?"

What are the proposed results?"

An Yinong smiled and didn't speak, but thought in his heart: Forget it, I won't come again after today.

After the man left, An Yinong ordered a honey lemon cake and orange juice. He sat at the window and looked out at the calm sea and the people walking on the wide street.

When the cake was destroyed, his mood became calm again, and it was time to make an appointment with the editor.

This editor came on time. She is a new intern editor of "Painting Friends". s student.

"You?" Editor Qian recognized An Yinong at a glance, her eyes widened.

"Please take a seat." An Yinong asked with a smile, "What would editor Qian want to eat?"

Editor Qian was just like a dream, she sat down and thought conspiracy theory: The little boss wanted to know the situation of the new president, so he deliberately submitted a paper to try it out?

In the end, An Yinong took out a stack of original drawings to prove that he was the original author: "Here, you can treat me as an ordinary contributor."

Editor Qian laughed: How dare you?

She sat upright and listened to An Yinong's speech, she nodded whatever he said, so the signing was also very fast.

This is quite satisfactory.

"We will be partners in the future, Editor Qian. My identity...you know."

"I know, don't worry." Editor Qian kept raising her glasses, she was about to cry, why did the new boss want to be a writer for her on a whim and didn't want to reveal her identity?

"By the way, do you send the manuscript directly to the publishing house, or do you come to pick it up?"

Editor Qian raised his head and said cautiously: "There have been cases of lost manuscripts before, so editors usually come to pick them up. Moreover, if they don't come to the door, many authors will forget to submit the manuscript."

Drawing Syndrome?

"Well, I will send you the manuscript on time every month. If you don't receive it on that day, either call me or come to me at this address." An Yinong Copy an address for her.

Editor Qian said, 'You are the boss, you can do anything': "Okay."

After she left with the contract, An Yinong went to the front desk to settle the bill, and the two meals added up to a hundred dollars. In fact, it's just a few plates of snacks and a pot of tea. The prices here are really high.

"Ninety-seven after the sale." An Yinong drew out a one-hundred-dollar bill. He felt that someone was looking at him, and when he turned to the side, he saw the man before him. He was sitting in the corner and was smiling and raising his wine glass to him.

It's been so long, why is this person still around?

Oh, he is the boss, is the boss so busy?

An Yinong smiled back, picked up the change and left: let's not meet again.

"Boss, I asked, she is the editor of a magazine. She said that the teenager asked her to come, and wanted to publish cartoons in their magazine to discuss the signing of the contract." The subordinate came over and whispered Tell what you heard.

"Comics? Which magazine?"

"It's the He family's "Painting Friends" magazine. I heard that it was recently transferred to the only son of He Laosan by the second child. It is being revised recently."

As the sun sets in the west, the gentle evening wind blows the scarves on the women's heads, and the skirts sway with the rhythm of the waves. This long street is like a temporary runway, where fashionable men and women show themselves on it .

An Yinong stared at them, the dusk light with a natural and hazy filter, everything in front of him was like a picture scroll and a score.

This area is either a bank or a hotel. It is a place with the highest land price and a place with beautiful scenery. He originally wanted to go straight back, because the scenery was so good, he couldn't help staying for a while.

"Click."

He turned around and saw a middle-aged man pressing the shutter on him, An Yinong frowned in displeasure, turned and left.

"Please wait." The man caught up with him, "Hello, are you interested in being a star?" He took out another business card with the words assistant of a certain TV station.

"I'm not a liar, you can make this call."

"I know you're not a liar, but I'm not interested in being a star." An Yinong said.

The middle-aged man caught up again: "This month our TV station is recruiting trainees, you can think about it." He tore off a piece of paper and wrote the address, date and his own phone number. Number.

An Yinong accepts this paper.

"By the way, can I send the photos I just took?" He asked when An Yinong's attitude improved.

"Better not." An Yinong smiled, but noticed the surprise in the man's eyes, and put it away instantly, "Send it out, you will get into little trouble."

He left the port.

After the man watched him leave, he went back to the company's darkroom to develop the photos. The technology of developing photos in this era is still a bit rough. This man took two days to develop the enlarged photos.

In the photo, the teenager looked sideways, his hair was blown by the wind, his eyes reflected the sunset, the sea and the city, gentle and affectionate, and he would sink into it if he looked at it more.

A few days later this photo appeared on the cover of a travel magazine. The author called him 'the boy I met at the port'. People passing by the newsstand were attracted by him, and even if they were not interested, they paid Bought one.

"It's beautiful. Suddenly I want to visit that port."

A thin teenager who looked a little haggard saw this magazine in a newsstand: "He?"

A sinister smile appeared on his face, and his whole expression was distorted: "My life has been ruined by you, how can you still smile so happily?"

"He Tiantong, I want you...you can't die!" After saying that, he picked up the magazine and fell to the ground, and stepped on it hard.

"Hey! What are you doing?" The owner of the newsstand went out. The boy had already left, leaving only a magazine with footprints on the ground. He picked it up and patted the footprints on it. what!"