Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

Feng Yiping looked back and saw a girl standing on the sidewalk. Under the dim street lamp and the changing color of the porridge shop sign, she couldn’t see it clearly. It was vaguely among the few dishwashing girls who had just glanced at it. One. ^^^Baidu% search @巫神纪+@读书#Latest% chapters^^^

"Are you?" he paused and asked.

"Really you?" The girl took a few steps forward, "Don't you recognize me?"

The voice seemed a bit familiar, Feng Yiping leaned over and watched for a while before tentatively calling out a name, "Wen Hong?"

"It's me, don't you recognize it!" Wen Hong took off the slightly yellowed chef's hat from his head, brushed away the locks of hair stuck to his forehead with the back of his hand, and smiled tiredly.

It's not that I can't recognize it, or I don't dare to recognize it.

The Wen Hong in front of him was at the same table as the one in junior high school.

She is thinner than before, with a strong smell of oily smoke. She is not as good as she wore at school. Inside is a yellow, wrinkled shirt. You can clearly see the sweat on the collar. On the outside of the shirt, there is a thin black cardigan sweater that is very cheap at first glance, and an apron is covered on the outside, and a pair of black rain boots are on his feet. The whole person looks old and sloppy.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a twenty-year-old girl.

The important thing is not this. At first glance, she not only has a tired face, but also a deep exhaustion in her eyes. This exhaustion is not only the result of physical exhaustion, but also mental exhaustion. It should be seen. It only creates a sense of sadness.

At this time, I met Feng Yiping, a male classmate who was not close at school. There is a touch of glamour.

"You work here?" At this moment, Feng Yiping didn't know what to say.

"Yes," Wen Hong pointed to those who were washing dishes around the big plastic basin. From time to time, I looked up at several girls here and said, "Dishwasher, how about you, come to eat?"

"Feng Yiping, hurry up and find a good seat," Zheng Jiayi and Jin Ling entered the house, which was crowded with people. They said a word, but did not hear an answer. Looking back, hey, what about the others?

"There," Jin Ling pointed to the way he came.

"Are you okay?" Zheng Jiayi pulled Jin Ling. Walk back quickly.

"Your friend is here," Wen Hong watched as the two girls who had been with Feng Yiping were walking this way.

"Wait for me," Feng Yiping said to her, ran to meet the two, and walked a few steps towards the restaurant where they were photographed. At this time, the two of them were dressed in bright clothes. Girl, it's better not to meet Wen Hong.

"What's the matter? An acquaintance?" Zheng Jiayi poked her head and looked over there. Wen Hong put on her hat again at this time. Back to the shadows.

"Yes, I'm sorry Jiayi, I may not be able to accompany you."

"Something?" Jin Ling glanced over there and asked.

"Well, you can go back later, don't wait for me,"

"The car is for you," Jin Ling didn't ask why.

"No. I'll take a taxi when I arrive," so late. How to let them two girls take a taxi.

"This car is here for you. I told them to drive Coster to pick us up, and Xiaofan will go back with us." Jin Ling said with no refusal.

"Well then," too, at this time, it is indeed inconvenient to take a taxi.

"Go eat, see you tomorrow," Feng Yiping finished speaking, and turned to Wen Hong.

Zheng Jiayi wanted to follow her, but she was held back by Jin Ling, "It's so mysterious, she's still a girl, do you know what's going on, Sister Jin?"

"Don't worry, he can handle everything, but think about what to eat later,"

"Oh," Zheng Jiayi was a little unhappy, looking back while walking, "Really okay?"

"Sorry, if you should be busy, go ahead. If it doesn't delay your business, I haven't finished it yet," Wen Hong rubbed his hands and said.

"It's okay, my business doesn't matter. I haven't seen you for so many years. It's rare to meet here. By the way, when do you get off work?"

"Usually after two o'clock,"

"Are you good to ask for leave?" Feng Yiping asked.

"Can't ask for leave,"

As I was talking here, someone was calling from the dishwashing area, "Xia Qiu, what are you doing? I wonder if the kitchen is waiting for the dishes? Are you still chatting here, don't you want to do it?"

At the back door, a stern-faced young woman in a uniform walked up to her. She was wearing her breastplate and holding a notebook. It seemed that she was talking about warm red.

"Xia Qiu?"

"My name," Wen Hong said, and ran past Feng Yiping, "I'm sorry the manager."

"I'm sorry, is it useful? It's just when you are busy, if you don't have a bowl, you let the guests grab and eat with your hands. Why don't you go back soon? I tell you, if this happens again, you will leave me. Also, this month One hundred deductions for the bonus."

Wen Hong didn't dare to tell the difference anymore, nodded woodenly, glanced at Feng Yiping, bowed his head and walked towards the few dishwashers who are now like quail.

The manager also glanced at Feng Yiping a few times. Fortunately, he didn't even scold him, but when he passed by, he naturally didn't look good, and he snorted.

"Manager, I'm sorry, Xia Qiu and I are old classmates. We haven't seen each other for several years, so we just talked for a while. Can you please help me and don't deduct the bonus?"

"What about classmates? It's working time now. It doesn't matter if the family comes. Besides, how to deal with it is our business. Also, this gentleman, if you don't eat, don't affect our employees' work."

"I'm sorry, the manager," Wen Hong didn't want to let her classmates settle down, and immediately ran over to apologize, "My classmate will leave immediately."

"Yiping, you can do it first. I'm fine here. Also, I don't go to work until 10 noon. Can you keep the phone?" It seems that Wen Hong really has something to say to him.

go? Feng Yiping didn't leave now.

The manager's criticism of Wen Hong, in addition to being a bit harsher and deducting bonuses at will, can actually stand up. However, after Feng Yiping explained, it is still so unkind, which really annoys Feng Yiping, a good-tempered person. , Don’t treat yourself as a Baogong who your six relatives don’t recognize because you have a dark face.

He took out three hundred yuan from his wallet, "Supper, take away," glanced at the sign of the light box standing outside the door, "Lu goose, grilled oysters, baked prawns with butter, beef offal, pig red soup, etc. You can figure it out, besides, my classmate brought me to your store to consume, so she doesn't need to deduct the bonus!"

The manager looked at the money in Feng Yiping's hand, but didn't accept it. Since he was Xia Qiu's classmate, he was just a hillbilly from other places. He still put a lot of money in front of me?

At this time, the driver Xiaofan arrived at the right time and handed the car keys to Feng Yiping, "President Feng, car keys, will I really not have to drive later?"

"No, I just ordered some midnight snacks, you can see what else you want, and bring them back to those who are at home."

The female manager saw the BMW sign on the car key and immediately smiled and took the money from Feng Yiping, "Oh, it turned out to be like this? I'm sorry Xia Qiu, I blamed you, it's okay, you talk to your classmates. The bonus will not be deducted."

She brought Xiaofan in through the front door, and she probably couldn't help asking Feng Yiping's identity.

Although the manager said that he could talk for a while, Wen Hong consciously walked towards the back door, "I'm sorry, it cost you money. I will pay you the money later. In fact, it's really not necessary. Our manager is actually a bit more powerful."

"It's okay, I just want to buy it too. How long have you been working here?"

Wen Hong was still sitting on the small stool to wash the dishes, and Feng Yiping squatted aside, regardless of the girls and aunts who kept looking at them.

"I have just been working here for a few days," Wen Hong smiled bitterly.

"Do you go to work from ten in the morning to two in the evening?"

"I can rest for two hours in the afternoon,"

That is almost twelve hours a day, "How much is your salary?" Feng Yiping thought for a while before asking.

"My fixed salary is 800~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wen Hong whispered.

"What about the bonus? Five hundred?"

An aunt next to her smiled and said, "Her all is the lowest, 300 yuan,"

"why?"

"I don't have any documents," Wen Hong said, her eyes a little red.

If you work twelve hours a day, it is estimated that you can't get a thousand yuan after a month of hard work, so what are you doing?

Feng Yiping pulled her up, "Go, don't do it, I will find a job for you,"

"Don't, Yiping, the restaurant also covers board and lodging." Wen Hong wanted to pull Feng Yiping's hand away. Seeing the foam on his hand, she shrank back for fear of staining his clothes.

"Don't worry, I also cover board and board for the job I'm looking for. Where do you live, take me there now," Feng Yiping said without letting her refuse, "Also, do you want to take back the words that your manager usually scolds you? ?" (to be continued)