Chapter 110 I'm here, what's the matter with Mr. Bao
"Ah Si..."
Zhang Jinhuan was so anxious that he could do nothing.
My son is stubborn, and his son is better than his master. If he had listened to the advice, he would not have hit Mr. Bao with his car.
Three million...
After struggling for almost ten minutes, she walked to the federal chair and sat down. She pulled the phone to her and stretched out her rough fingers to press a series of numbers. After a few seconds, the call was connected.
"Linlin, it's me, Jinhuan."
"..."
"Ah, I'm fine, don't worry."
< br>“……”
"I'm calling to ask you if your hotel is still short of people. If so, could you please tell the boss and let me go to work, wash dishes, pull vegetables, move things around, and so on. "
"..."
"Only recruiting young people? Oh, okay, I understand, thank you."
Pa.
The phone hung up.
Zhang Jinhuan made a few more calls, all with similar results.
Chu Pingsheng saw all this and knew that she wanted to find a job and share her pressure as much as possible.
Although this is an era of rapid development, in big cities such as Shanghai, Shenzhen, and Guangzhou, there are many young people from other places who come to work in the city. They are obedient, capable, willing to endure hardships, and have few things to do. Locals , especially the elderly ones, how could they possibly compete with them.
"Mom, believe me, I really have a way to make money."
What can Chu Pingsheng say? Tell her that she is not the original Cao Asi, but the time traveler Cao Asi? Do you know what will happen in the future and have forward vision and personal ability?
Zhang Jinhuan didn't seem to hear, and kept flipping through the phone book he had lost and the business cards he had collected, trying to find someone who could help the Cao family.
......
The next evening, Chu Pingsheng wore a gray woolen coat and black leather shoes worn only during the New Year, and walked to Huanghe Road.
Neon lights are flashing, there are many signs, and the sound of vehicles honking their horns comes and goes. On both sides of the road are pedestrians wearing furs and various high-end coats. The jeweled women wish they could use this road as a catwalk. The waiters in the hotel wear various work clothes and go to the streets to solicit customers with warm smiles, which is somewhat like the "here comes the uncle" in ancient brothels.
Chu Pingsheng walked to the window of Jingxiu Cigarette Paper Shop, which was filled with Coca-Cola, and threw twenty yuan onto the dirty weighing pan on the other side of the window.
"Come and soften China."
The man wearing a gray cotton hat and a dark brown turtleneck poked his head out, looked at him with slight surprise, and threw the money on the scale into the cashier. , and took out a pack of soft Chinese food from below and handed it over.
Chu Pingsheng took the cigarette in his hand, tore off the plastic sealing film on it, took out one and put it in his mouth, tilted his head slightly, lit the lighter with a bang, half-leaned against the window and took a sip. In the mist of smoke, I squinted at the Zhizhen Garden opposite.
The super big signboard, red, yellow, green, blue, the neon lights are so bright that it completely suppresses the Jin Meilin, Honglu, Yuelaixiang, Jinbaxian and other restaurants next to it.
Today is February 11th, three days before Valentine's Day. Not only did the location of Po's conversation with him change from Xiao Lehui to Night Tokyo, but the time of conversation was also a day or two earlier.
"Hey, buddy, you look familiar. Have we met before?"
The Yellow River Road is bustling with traffic, people are coming and going, and the boss lady of the iron-clad food court is changing. But he is the only one. Jingxiu, I have stayed in this cigarette paper shop for ten years. I have seen more people and experienced more things, and my eyesight has also improved.
He always felt that there was a sense of mystery surrounding the young man smoking in front of him.
“I’ve seen it, but I’ve never seen it before.”
Chu Pingsheng’s answer made him very depressed. What do you mean, I’ve seen it but haven’t seen it before?
"Many people are curious about who hit Mr. Bao. Who do you think that person is?"
"..." Looking at the half-smiling face on the other side of the window, Jingxiu shuddered and pointed at him and said: "That person is...is it you?"
"Yes, and no."
Chu Pingsheng slowly blew out the smoke, flicked the cigarette butt out, It spun and fell into the trash can not far away.
He tightened the collar of his coat and walked towards Zhizhen Garden.
Jingxiu opened the window and faced various neon lights. She looked at him unblinkingly, as if she wanted to remember that figure from behind.
After bumping into Mr. Bao and still daring to show up on Huanghe Road arrogantly, it is really hard not to make people think too much.
"Welcome."
Chu Pingsheng had just stepped onto the stairs. When he arrived at the entrance of Zhenyuan, the welcoming lady dressed in red bowed and greeted him. He nodded, walked straight into the hall, and looked up. He glanced at the huge crystal chandelier in the front hall and frowned slightly.
"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
A slightly fat waitress wearing a white shirt and a yellow jacket asked with a smile on her face.
Chu Pingsheng took a closer look, wasn’t this the foreman Min Min in the plot?
"Is Mr. Wei here?"
"Which Mr. Wei?"
"It's Mr. Wei Hongqing from Haining."
Minmin answered truthfully: "Mr. Wei is here, Yue Rugou is on the second floor."
"Take me there."< br>
“This way, please.”
Chu Pingsheng glanced left and right and found no sign of Li Li, the proprietress of Zhizhenyuan, and then he concentrated his mind and followed her to the second floor. .
"I heard that Mr. Bao is coming to Zhenyuan today?"
"That's right."
Minmin stood at the door of Yuerugou's private room and glanced at him with curiosity. I don’t understand why he came to Mr. Wei, but brought the topic to Mr. Bao.
“Tell the kitchen to serve Mr. Wei’s private room a portion of fried beef river.”
“Okay.”
Chu Pingsheng smiled, opened the box door and walked into "Yue Ruhuo".
......
Mr. Wei was very unhappy. He used to sit in a large box, a suite like "Meeting Happiness, Manting the Courtyard, Qinyuanchun", with a dining room inside and a restaurant outside. The reception room was equipped with sofas, coffee tables, and all kinds of tea sets. As a result, the business with Mr. Fan collapsed, and the large private room was no longer available. After waiting for a long time, only the small private room was available.
As expected, having money can make you a grinder, but having no money can turn you into a ghost.
Mr. Wei was not happy, and the admiring boys sitting around were naturally not happy either. When they saw a stranger breaking into the box, they naturally would not give him a good look.
Chu Pingsheng did not speak immediately after entering the door. His eyes moved from near to far, and finally settled on Wei Hongqing's face. This black-haired lion hair style paired with a light green jacket looked like a funny clown, without any stability of a corporate heir.
The man sitting near the door, wearing a floral shirt, a gold chain around his neck, and a gold ring of more than ten grams on his ring finger, turned around and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
The tone was stern. There was a hint of displeasure, and his face was quite fierce. His big eyes and a broken needle mark on his forehead made him look a bit intimidating.
Isn’t this the gangster from Yangpu who stood up for Wei Hongqing in the plot and dragged Mr. Bao’s good brother Tao Tao to the Red Heron restaurant opposite Zhizhen Garden to “invite” Mr. Bao over to have old wine?
Chu Pingsheng ignored him, with a contemptuous smile on his lips. He walked to the dining table covered with a blue tablecloth inlaid with gold threads, picked up the Remy Martin XO in front of him, and poured the wine in the goblet. Throw away the water, pour one-third of the amber wine, hold it in your hand and take a sip.
(End of this chapter)