Chapter 493 The Amnesia of Bosses
Naiman Bridge, service area, restaurant, kitchen.
Duan Xiaohong was studying, and the desperate Teacher Bai didn't care about the noise in the front hall.
Something big happened, the bosses are here,
Debating over compensation issues, follow-up business issues, chef recruitment issues, and re-decoration issues.
There are a lot of bosses, everyone expresses his or her own opinion
Everyone wants to strive for more benefits and avoid more losses in this incident.
I happened to see a bloody stuffed bear in a dilapidated swimming pool.
Duan Xiaohong put down her phone and a master came.
Walking out of the back kitchen, I saw the seven bosses sitting around the table,
Some smoke, some drink, but there are no perms,
Yes, seven bald guys, what kind of perms are they getting?
If Cai Gen were here, he would recognize these seven bald men, Zhao Erniu's old brothers.
Duan Xiaohong ignored the bosses and walked straight out.
The waiter suddenly appeared, interrupting Qitu's argument and instantly silenced the situation.
Qi Bald had a short mouth, holding walnuts in his hand, and asked coldly,
"Xiaohong, what are you doing? Have you finished cleaning up the kitchen?"
Liu Bald held a bodhi skewer in his hand, with a look of disgust on his face,
"She cleaned up and kept playing with her mobile phone."
Big Bald feels that these two people said this to a waiter,
Still an old waiter, a bit too much,
"Are you two sick? Don't you two know how much less the compensation will be if Xiaohong is alive?"
Erbald is not happy,
"Why are they all dead, but she is not? I am not short of money, I would rather lose money,
Why did my second fat man die? I'm embarrassed to see my sister. ”
The dead fat chef was a bald nephew, and he was very angry.
The four bald men spoke, and the other three were concentrating on drinking tea without raising their eyelids.
Duan Xiaohong stood at the door and turned to look in the direction of the bosses,
"Third uncle, fourth uncle, fifth uncle, are you deaf?"
The three bald men who were silent while drinking tea threw their tea bowls neatly onto the table.
"What should you do?"
"Just treat them as farts."
"No one can care about you here."
After receiving her uncle's statement, Duan Xiaohong muttered with a chubby face and glanced with contempt,
“I don’t even know how to get better.”
After saying that, he opened the door and went out.
After Duan Xiaohong went out, Erbald continued,
"Who are you talking about farting? Do you three need to pamper her like this? Who is the boss?"
He picked up the tea cup neatly again, and the answers came one after another,
"Can Xiaohong do this business?"
"Can you be a boss without business?"
“You don’t know who you will rely on for food?”
Three sentences, a progressive relationship, explain where sugar comes from for sweetness and where salt comes from for saltiness.
At the same time, everyone's mouths were blocked.
I think back then, it was not Qitu’s turn to contract the restaurant in the service area,
There were many people in front of them who had stronger relationships than them.
However, none of the previous contractors have started to work. It’s not that the business is not good, it’s just that they can’t work.
They were either on fire or dead, and no one had a good death.
Finally, it was Qitu's turn and he hired Duan Xiaohong to work as a waiter here.
The place was shaken, business was booming, and money was being made every day.
There has been peace for a long time, so long that some people have forgotten these things.
After being reminded, the amnesia of the forgetful person was instantly cured,
Changing the subject and returning to the previous dispute.
Duan Xiaohong left the restaurant, bypassed the gas station, and returned to her independent dormitory.
The ten-square-meter dormitory has only one bunk bed and one desk.
Duan Xiaohong lives in the lower bunk, the masters in the upper bunk live in it, and the former masters live in it.
There are four or five statues of gods in two rows, arranged in an orderly manner and spotless.
On the wall behind the statue, there is a piece of yellow paper with dozens of names written on it in black pen,
This should be the cousin of Duan Xiaohong's family. While plucking onions in a dry field, the chubby Duan Xiaohong jumped onto the table with unusual agility,
It happens to face the statue of the god on the upper bunk and the waiter behind it.
She grabbed a handful of incense in the incense bucket, no more, no less, she didn’t know how many dozens,
Holding a lighter is just a meal.
Because there is too much incense and the quality is average, when it is all lit, it looks like a torch,
He raised it above his head and said crisply,
"Please master."
Then insert it into a small basin full of grains,
It is a small basin, and ordinary incense burners cannot hold so much incense.
The room was not big to begin with, but under the influence of this incense, it instantly felt like it was on fire.
The thick smoke was like water ripples, instantly filling every corner of the room.
Two old men appeared next to the bunk beds, very suddenly and silently,
The movement was so light that even the ripples of smoke were not disturbed.
Duan Xiaohong took a look and realized that this was not bad. It was the first time he saw his real body. In the past, he was communicating with his mind.
He quickly got off the table and knelt in front of the two old men,
"My brother Ma Duan Xiaohong, hello, masters."
The two old men looked at Duan Xiaohong kneeling on the ground, and then at the statues on the upper bunk,
When I saw that handful of incense, my eyelids jumped at the same time,
At the same time, I had an idea in my mind. There is really no taboo. Is there any right to light incense?
The words I originally thought about were forgotten by this incense,
The two old men looked at each other for a long time, neither of them said a word.
Just when there was silence in the room, the door of the dormitory suddenly opened,
Hu Xiaocao jumped in and walked in.
"Oh my God, this house is on fire? What are you staring at? Hurry and put out the fire?"
Hu Xiaocao looked at Chang Wufu and Mang Qingshan in the room, no one moved,
Following their eyes, they also saw the incense stick on the upper bunk.
Without closing the dormitory door, he pulled up Duan Xiaohong who was kneeling on the ground,
"Your master, would you like to offer some incense?"
Duan Xiaohong was very curious about this person at the door. She had never seen him before either, so she replied in a daze,
"Yes, my masters used to say that a few sticks are not enough,
Every time I add the fragrance one by one. ”
Hu Xiaocao walked to the window and opened the window regardless of the winter.
Let the doors and windows form convection to disperse the thick smoke.
"Old Chang, do those little brats in your family have such strong tastes?
I come out openly and become famous all over the world, but secretly I stay here and enjoy smoking incense every day. ”
Chang Wufu looked at the yellow paper hall list and every name on it,
"Hey, it's a bit disappointing, but no one is ashamed,
They all died in an upright manner, and I am proud of them. ”
Mang Qingshan still didn't speak, and looked at those names, his eyes couldn't help but moisten,
Those are all grandchildren, nephews, nephews, and younger generations who can fight with eight poles.
Duan Xiaohong felt a little uncomfortable when she saw that Hu Xiaocao didn't say anything good about her master.
Those masters all lost their minds in the process of protecting themselves.
"The masters also want to be famous all over the world. It's not their fault that I don't want to go."
Hu Xiaocao saw that the smoke in the room had dissipated a lot,
I jumped up, sat on the upper bunk, next to the statues of gods, lit a cigarette,
"Tell me, why don't you want to go to crowded places to see things and make a lot of money?
Is it because I have to work as a waiter here because I have no greed?
Still not motivated?
Don't say that the head of the Chang family is not suitable for looking after things,
As long as you go out, people from other houses will come, and the four beams and eight pillars will definitely be able to do everything. ”
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