Siheyuan: Chasing Me Out, Still Want Me to Help?

Guan Ma was a little unhappy.

"I'll go to the bathroom first!"

The little lazy cat got impatient with his parents, made an excuse and left.

"I don't even have shares. Xiaoguan is a top student in management. It's already a talent to come back to help them manage a restaurant. Why don't you even have shares?"

Before the little lazy cat left completely, Guan's mother and Guan's father had a discussion.

"This is justified, we can't watch our daughter suffer this kind of grievance!"

Guan Dad agreed with the other party's point of view.

After reaching a consensus, the two talents discussed the food on the table.

Of course, pointing and saying anything is a condescending gesture.

The little lazy cat stayed outside for a while, and after listening to the quietness in the box, he walked in.

"Xiaoguan, I heard you say that you don't have any shares just now. I discussed it with your father. Isn't this a free job? No matter what, you should try to get some shares."

However, she just went in, and Guan Ma started to speak again.

"Fight for shares?"

Hearing this, the little lazy cat frowned, thinking it was because he didn't make it clear just now.

Quickly explained:

"My salary is not low. Although I have no shares, I have one-tenth of the profit and dividends. I can't find a job with a higher salary than this!"

One-tenth of the profit of the little lazy cat is very high. After all, this restaurant is famous in Sijiucheng and does not need rent. The profit is several times higher than that of ordinary restaurants.

"I said, how can you be satisfied so easily, and you are so determined to work for people with only one-tenth of the profit? If you don't have shares, you can do whatever you want!"

Guan mother persuaded bitterly.

"Okay, don't hold on to this point. Brother Ren Ye is very good to me. You are hurting me by asking me to ask for shares!"

The little lazy cat has been annoyed, and his tone is a little heavier.

They have never heard of what it means to be greedy enough to swallow an elephant!

"You child, how do you talk, we are your parents, how can we hurt you? You are still young, you don't understand! Later, you will understand that we are for your own good, and we have to win the shares!"

Guan's father agrees with Guan's mother's statement.

The little lazy cat looked at the faces of the two, a little helpless.

"We are not discussing this with you. You have to listen to me. No matter what means are used, the restaurant shares must be taken down!"

Seeing that the little lazy cat didn't speak, Guan's mother thought she gave in, and said firmly.

The little lazy cat glanced at his parents impatiently.

Still playing tricks, playing tricks in front of Ye Chen, I wish she would be swept out of the house, right?

The two of them have had enough of it!

"You don't care about my affairs. Also, don't go to Grandpa's place for the next two days. Don't be too popular. You can eat your meals slowly, and I'll go first!"

The little lazy cat put down these words, turned around and left the box without looking back.

"Hey, this kid, how come he has such a bad temper after two years? It's all taught by your dad!"

Guan Ma couldn't help complaining when she saw the little lazy cat leave.

They didn't think they did anything wrong, they thought that the little lazy cat would not listen to persuasion when it was so big.

Naturally, the blame fell on Mr. Guan.

Fortunately, the two were also worried that they were pushing too hard. In the end, the bamboo basket was empty, and they have been calm these days.

In order to make himself comfortable, Master Guan hides in the museum every day.

The days passed by.

In a blink of an eye, it was the middle of the twelfth lunar month.

Cheng Jianjun took the winter vacation, and these days at home, he basically hid in the house.

Cheng's father and Cheng's mother felt that he was a little idle.

Su Meng in the courtyard started a business with Uncle Liu, and the restaurant's business was booming.

Han Chunming's salary on the construction site is good, and it is said that he also has a restaurant.

On the contrary, Cheng Jianjun was bored in the room, playing with mud, not knowing what he was thinking.

That doesn't look like serious business.

This mud is just playing with flowers, and it is difficult to earn a bite to eat!

Cheng's father and Cheng's mother were watching and anxious.

As soon as the two summed up, they decided to have a good talk with Cheng Jianjun.

Cheng Ma knocked on Cheng Jianjun's door after cooking a bowl of porridge.

"Military, Mom boiled millet porridge, you can drink some!"

After the door opened, Cheng Jianjun was disheveled.

He was holding the wet mud in his hands, and he looked a lot more decadent.

Hearing Mother Cheng's words, he habitually replied, "Didn't I say, I'll go out for dinner, don't bother me at other times!"

He was a little irritable when the preform was interrupted just now.

When he's done, he'll close the door.

Dad Cheng, who was behind, was quick-witted and blocked the door.

"How did you talk, your mother kindly brought you porridge, why are you still angry, this is because your wings are hard, right?"

Dad Cheng was not polite when he spoke, and immediately taught Cheng Jianjun a lesson.

Cheng Jianjun didn't answer, and the atmosphere in the room was a little silent.

Seeing this, Cheng Ma handed over the porridge again.

"Military, drink the porridge first, and after drinking the porridge, let's sit down and chat slowly."

"I don't want to drink!"

Originally irritable, but now being scolded by Cheng Dad, Cheng Jianjun has no appetite at all.

He reached out and pushed back.

Cheng Ma didn't expect Cheng Jianjun to refuse again, the bowl in his hand was not steady and fell to the ground.

"If you don't drink, you won't drink, and you are deliberately throwing the bowl, right!"

Dad Cheng looked at the broken bowl on the ground, and the fire couldn't hold back.

He pushed the door open directly and squeezed in roughly.

In the house, Cheng Jianjun's mud slabs are everywhere.

Dad Cheng saw that Cheng Jianjun was playing with these things all day, and his stomach was full of fire.

"You hide in the house every day just tinkering with these useless gadgets, why are you still reading?"

Hearing this, Cheng Jianjun was not convinced.

"When I said I dropped out of school, you didn't agree, and now it's me again!"

Cheng's father was in a fit of anger, and when he heard Cheng Jianjun's rebuttal, he couldn't contain his anger.

"I told you to read, but I didn't tell you to make these broken things. What are these things for?"

While talking, Dad Cheng had already started to work on those mud slabs.

After a while, some of the already shaped mud slabs completely fell to the ground and turned into pieces.

"I made you do these things, I made you not go to school well, I made you stop thinking about making progress, let's see if you dare to mention dropping out of school again!"

Dad Cheng cursed while destroying the mud.

During this time, Cheng Jianjun also accumulated a lot of grievances against Cheng's father.

Ren Su Meng has an uncle, Han Chunming has Ye Chen, but he has no help!

Obviously you are incompetent, and you have to be my roadblock.

These are the fruits of his hard work in the past two or three weeks. If they say they are destroyed, they will be destroyed.

"what are you doing!"

Cheng Jianjun lost his respect and shouted at the top of his voice.

After he finished speaking, he pulled Dad Cheng and pushed him out of the door.

"You are not allowed to enter my room in the future!"

Cheng Jianjun said solemnly.

Then he slammed the door shut, isolating the two of them from the door.

Looking at the closed door, Dad Cheng was even more angry.

"Don't stay at home if you can, or I will fall once I see it!"

Dad Cheng roared outside the door.

The doors vibrated slightly.

Cheng Jianjun leaned against the door, his body trembling slightly with anger.

Outside the door, the voice continued. It was Dad Cheng's complaint to Mom Cheng.

"Look at Su Meng and Han Chunming. Who is not better than him? He only knows how to play mud at home. Are you angry?"

Behind the door, Cheng Jianjun trembled even more.

Now the home is no longer his place, and his parents can't give him any help except cold eyes.

Now I have to find a place where I can concentrate on learning counterfeiting techniques, and maybe I can get a game back.