In the first year of junior high school, I didn’t know if he was a sensitive person. When he grows up, he always needs to be invisible while observing his words, but he also has to constantly ignore those big or small unavoidable injuries.
So he is sometimes sensitive and sometimes dull.
But in matters of Yan Hang, he should be very sensitive.
Yan Hang answered a call where no one was speaking and the number was displayed, and then he was a little distracted.
"I'll call a car downstairs," Yan Hang took out his cell phone and called the car after breakfast, "I can send you back to school directly."
"I'll take a public bus and just deliver the car," he was stunned on the first day, "No, you don't need to call a car, right."
"It's okay." Yan Hang's answer was simple.
He didn't speak any more in the first year of the junior high school. After the car arrived, he went downstairs with Yan Hang.
The car first sent Yan Hang to the hotel. When Yan Hang got off the car, he grinned at him through the window: "Send me a message when you get to the place."
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
After watching the car drive away, Yan Hang took out his mobile phone and called Cui Yi: "Is there any news about my dad?"
"Nothing happened, what's the matter?" Cui Yi asked immediately.
"Maybe I think too much," Yan Hang said, "I took a call in the morning where no one was talking, and there was no caller ID."
"It's unlikely, you should pay attention these two days," Cui Yi said, "I will find someone to inquire about it."
"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "Am I too nervous."
"No one can be calm about this kind of thing," Cui Yi said, "a normal reaction."
After chatting with Cui Yi a few more words, Yan Hang entered the hotel.
Arranging work every morning is quite annoying, especially when he sees the horsepower that deliberately stands lazily and looks unhappy, he feels especially irritable. He was in a bad mood early in the morning, so he wanted to go there now. Clean up.
The changes in the environment are really hardening. He now looks like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. He will be able to put aside a year ago and his horsepower is like this. Once he should do it.
Walking in the arena, what you want is to be free and easy, and now it has become a fixed-point stall, it is also worrying.
After arranging the work, Zhang Chen walked over and said in a low voice, "Is there a new foreman here?"
"I don't know," Yan Hang admired Zhang Chen. He didn't work much longer than him, but he could always find the gossip, "I haven't told me yet."
"If it's true," Zhang Chen said, "you must let me be in your group. I'm afraid I won't be able to adapt to another group."
Yan Hang smiled: "Yeah."
Chen Jinling had heard about this before taking a vacation, but there was no accurate news. After the new director came, there were many adjustments. The restaurant business has obviously improved a lot, the waiters have also recruited some new staff, and it is normal to increase the team.
Yan Hangting hopes to have a few more foremen at once, and let him go back to the waiter...or go to the back kitchen.
Not too long ago, Manager Tang called and went to his office for a short meeting after 20 minutes.
Yan Hang checked the time, and stood by the corridor window at the back door of the restaurant for a while, adjusted his emotions. He didn't start well this morning at the beginning of the morning. He didn't want to be emotional during the meeting, even if it was a short meeting. , Even if he doesn't care about the position of foreman.
The phone rang, and a message came over on the first day of the new year.
-I’m at school. I don’t have any arrangements today. I will go to the school building and visit
-Are the new shoes easy to wear
-It’s easy to wear. It’s not a problem to walk ten steps with two legs.
Yan Hang smiled at the phone for a long time, suddenly feeling a little more relaxed, he stretched his waist and turned to the restaurant.
After two steps, he saw Ma Li coming out of the back door of the restaurant with the cigarette that had been lit.
He didn't mean to say hello even though he had a horsepower in front of him.
Yan Hang didn't speak either. As soon as he passed by, he grabbed his cigarette-holding hand and pinched it on his wrist.
Ma Li jumped aside, frowned, and the smoke fell from his hand to the ground.
Yan Hang stepped on the cigarette butt and glanced at him: "You can't smoke during working hours, and you can't smoke in the hallway."
Ma Li didn't say a word, and tried to shake his hand away fiercely, but he didn't let it go.
"This is the second time," Yan Hang said, "The rules are for observing the rules, not for accommodating them, do you understand?"
"Let go!" Ma Li stared at him.
Yan Hang didn't move. He let go at the moment he felt his horsepower was full and ready to shake his hand with all his strength.
The horsepower's hand didn't hinder him with a wanton wave, and he threw it against the wall behind him.
Suddenly, his face was screwed up with pain.
Yan Hang ignored him, went into the restaurant, confessed to a few waiters that he was going to a meeting, and then went out and walked over to Manager Tang's office.
When passing the elevator, the elevator door opened and Yan Hang stopped. He saw the director coming out from inside, and he said hello: "Good morning, director."
"Xiao Yan," the director smiled, "Go to a meeting?"
"Yes." Yan Hang replied.
"Is there a lot of work pressure during this time?" the director asked.
"It's okay, the pressure of being a waiter is not small." Yan Hang said.
He had a good impression of the director. When he first came to the restaurant, he went to the restaurant for a private visit to the WeChat service, but he was overwhelmed by him. Every time he saw him, he smiled and praised him several times.
However, his good impression of the director is not entirely because of praise. The director has no airs and is very easy-going. Manager Tang looks more like the director than him.
"You` ve been doing a very good job recently," the director suddenly switched modes, "but I do hear some complaints."
Yan Hang was stunned, and almost didn't react, and while adapting quickly, he accepted the evaluation that the director was a good person in his heart.
The work is in good condition, but there are still complaints against him.
Gee.
All hotel employees complained anonymously. If Ma Li complained to him ten times eight times, he would have a magnificent effect.
"Although I don't think you are the one to blame for most of them, I'm still expecting a better performance from you." The director smiled.
"I will see what I can do and give it my best shot." Yan Hang felt a little uncomfortable, but he still gave a standard answer in a satisfactory manner.
The director nodded: "Talk to me if you've got any problems."
"Everything is under control so far. Thank you very much." Yan Hang said.
"Go to the meeting," the director switched modes again, "work hard."
"Okay." Yan Hang replied.
Manager Tang's short meeting was indeed very short, and it ended in less than ten minutes.
Consistent with Zhang Chen's information, a new foreman has arrived. It's an older sister named Wang Qinqin. She has a gentle name, but her style is very similar to Chen Jinling. Manager Tang dug it from another restaurant.
Yan Hang has no idea, the only feeling is that work will be much easier in the future, and there will be more rest time...
"The waiter group will be arranged by Xiao Yan," Manager Tang said. "He is more familiar with these people."
"I will make the list before I get off work today." Yan Hang said.
"Okay," Wang Qinqin said, "I have worked hard for Xiao Yan, and I will show you more in the future."
"I am an acting foreman now, so I have to learn more from you. If I have done something wrong, please point it out to me." Yan Hang smiled.
After coming out of Manager Tang's office, he rubbed the smirk on his face and breathed a sigh of relief.
Back at the restaurant, Yan Hang stood by the bar and started thinking about the grouping. The other waiters hadn't thought about it yet. Anyway, he must be assigned to Wang Qinqin's group.
Finally there is no need to see this person again, this is the happiest thing today.
"Yan Hang," Zhang Chen walked over, "Just now a customer called to contact the group dinner, and he asked Xiao Yan directly. I said that we do not accept group dinners for the time being, but he said he wants to tell you directly and ask me I gave him your phone number. I didn’t give it. I told you to come back and call him... This is his number."
"Well," Yan Hang took the note and looked at the number on it, "I'll call him."
Mr. Long.
He knows almost all the frequent guests, and it's not surprising to call him by name, but he can't remember any friendship with a guest surnamed Long.
Yan Hang picked up the phone on the bar counter and dialed the number.
The system prompts that this number is not activated.
Yan Hang was stunned, then dialed again, still inactive.
"Zhang Chen," Yan Hang turned his head, "Did you remember the number correctly?"
"I got it right, I checked with him twice," Zhang Chen said, "Why can't I get through?"
"Well," Yan Hang put down the receiver, "It's okay, wait for him to call again."
I haven't received a call from Mr. Long for a whole day.
In fact, when the matter was settled, he would not think too much about it. If the guest's number was reported incorrectly, or the guest changed his mind temporarily, it was all possible.
But today, he really thinks a lot.
Although he felt too nervous, he couldn't help it. He turned around and went to the bathroom. He had to wash his face to stabilize his emotions.
"Go on, what's the use of one or two," someone in the bathroom whispered, "just the same as before."
Standing at the door, Yan Hang could hear the sound of horsepower.
This endless sentence made Yan Hang suddenly suspicious of this person.
After this sentence, Ma Li said nothing, hung up the phone, and walked out of the innermost compartment.
When he saw Yan Hang, the expression on his face was calm, as usual, he walked out of the door without even looking at Yan Hang.
"Wash your hands." Yan Hang said.
Ma Li stopped and glanced at him, turned and walked to the sink to wash his hands, and then walked out from him blankly.
Yan Hang looked at him from behind, and his dislike for him reached its culmination.
The phone number to order the group meal may not have anything to do with him, but the phone call in the morning makes it hard for people not to doubt him.
In fact, Yan Hang even hopes that this matter is done by horsepower, so that he can not only breathe a sigh of relief, but also all his anger and unhappiness can be exported.
And the three silent calls received on the phone in the afternoon made Yan Hang, who was still a little uncertain, almost certain that this matter was done by Horsepower.
Only people with this level of horsepower will choose such a low-force approach.
Yan Hang had to admit that although such a method was not harmful to him, it did affect his work.
Because the frequency of the phone starts to increase at the time of dinner, which is different from the kind of harassing phone that rings every minute, and it keeps ringing until it hangs up automatically every time, and because the number is not displayed, there is no way. Pull black.
Of course, even if the number is displayed, it is not difficult to change one in a minute.
"Brother Hang," a waiter came over, "There are guests looking for you over there."
"Yeah." Yan Hang replied, turned the phone to silent, put it back in his pocket, and looked in the direction the waiter was pointing as he walked.
I saw something unexpectedly... Classmates in the first grade of junior high school.
"Good evening, Brother Hang." Zhou Chunyang smiled at him.
"Have you an appointment with a friend?" Yan Hang smiled.
"No, just alone." Zhou Chunyang said.
"I can enjoy it," Yan Hang said, "What do you want to eat?"
"Cod and shrimp," Zhou Chunyang did not look at the menu, "chicken pie with mashed potatoes."
"Okay," Yan Hang nodded, "Drink a drink?"
"Lemon juice will do, I lose weight." Zhou Chunyang said.
Yan Hang glanced at him, "Is this figure to lose weight to make the fat man angry?"
Zhou Chunyang laughed. When Yan Hang placed an order for him and was about to turn away, he said: "Brother Hang, you really don't need WeChat?"
"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Isn't it a MMS to send you photos on the first day of the new year?" Zhou Chunyang asked.
"That's not the case," Yan Hang didn't expect him to say this. "But that's a private number, and I don't have a WeChat account to the public."
"... Oh," Zhou Chunyang was stunned, "I'm sorry."
Yan Hang smiled, turned and walked away.
I don't know what day it is today. All kinds of magical things happened one after another. Yan Hang returned to the bar and opened the calendar on the computer.
Quite ordinary, even the words on the almanac are plain and unremarkable.
The phone in his trouser pocket shook again.
Yan Hang was agitated for a while, there was an urge to take out the phone and hit Ma Li's face.
He can change the number. This number does not last long, and it is mainly used by the hotel to contact the guests. The change will not have a big impact.
But it's too easy for Ma Li to know his number.
The most important thing is that he has no evidence to prove that this is done by horsepower, and there is no way to use any legitimate means to teach horsepower.
He supported the bar and looked down at the ground.
He is quite tolerant, after all, he has no dissatisfaction with his current job.
But this morning he was indeed distraught because of that call. The fear and the memory of his unwillingness to think about it suddenly came up, almost completely breaking his peace during this period of time.
Even if he now knew that this matter was done with horsepower, he couldn't immediately calm his emotions, nor could he immediately press back the memories in his mind that would be painful when he thought of it.
One night, Yan Hang felt that he was confused. Zhou Chunyang came over to say hello when he finished eating and left. He almost couldn't make a smile.
"Brother Hang, you don't need to give me a discount today," Zhou Chunyang said, "I took my dad's card, so I don't need to save him."
"How about I give you a 11% discount." Yan Hang said.
Zhou Chunyang laughed: "No problem."
"Are you still packing?" Yan Hang looked at his list.
"Well," Zhou Chunyang nodded, "A bunch of wolves in the dormitory, take a little bit back to relieve their greed."
Although I think the child is a bit strange, Yan Hang's overall impression of him is quite good.
-Why didn't you come with Zhou Chunyang today
-Where? Where did he go
-The meal he ate in our restaurant tonight
On the first day of the new year, I saw this message sent by Yan Hang on the phone, and there was a feeling of blood in my eyes.
He didn't see Zhou Chunyang all afternoon and thought he was going home, but he didn't expect that Zhou Chunyang would suddenly go to Yan Hang's restaurant!
-Is he alone
-Yes, but I don’t know if he doesn’t want you to know, if you don’t say it, don’t ask
-Um
Zhou Chunyang went alone! go for meal!
And the canteen he ate in the afternoon was particularly unpalatable and expensive, which made him painful.
But he didn't expect to find Yan Hang in the past. He had nothing to do all afternoon, but he didn't expect to find Yan Hang to play!
… Of course I can’t think of it, Yan Hang is at work, playing a fart.
Zhou Chunyang was rich. He used to sit in the restaurant and he could order food for a very good reason.
When he buys a pair of shoes, Yan Hang has to stuff him a red envelope.
True·Poor&True·Cute
On the first day of the year, he sighed, thinking like an explosion in his mind, and then calmed down, a little depressed.
The door of the dormitory was pushed open. On the first day of the new year, without looking up, I heard Hu Biao yell: "Where are you going, Chunyang... What can you bring to eat!"
"Pizza, and snacks," Zhou Chunyang carried a big bag and put it on the table. "There are also meatloaf. I took the taxi back. It's still hot. Do you have anything to eat?"
Several people in the dormitory immediately gathered around.
On the first day of the first year, I was lying on the upper bunk and I saw the logo of Yan Hang and his restaurant on the bag at a glance.
"Where did you buy it?" Zhang Qiang asked.
"Just the western restaurant I went back to," Zhou Chunyang said. "The foreman is from my friend's in the first year of junior high school."
"Damn," Li Ziqiang was a little dissatisfied, "Will you go there and call us?"
"Unexpectedly," Zhou Chunyang pushed his glasses, "My dad was working out upstairs, so he had to take me to the restaurant. If I couldn't stay longer, I went to the restaurant."
How stinky is to wear a flat mirror when you go to the gym!
A few people started to grab food from the bag.
Zhou Chunyang threw in and snatched a box out, then pulled the railing of the upper bunk on the first day of the junior high school, stood on the lower bunk, and handed the box to him.
"Cod and shrimp," Zhou Chunyang whispered, "Last time you looked like you liked cod."
The first day of the new year was stunned, looking at him without speaking.
"There's still in the bag," Zhou Chunyang smiled, "I guess I can't grab it just looking at you like that."
On the first day of the junior high school, I felt that I was so temperamental.
Before Zhou Chunyang came back, he was very angry. Although he didn't know what he was angry about, he was very angry when he thought that Zhou Chunyang went to Yan Hang's restaurant alone for dinner, and he only ate in a broken canteen.
But now he suddenly died out.
Because Zhou Chunyang was afraid that he would not be able to grab the food, he specially gave him a box.
As long as he can feel sincere about other people's goodwill, even if it is only a little bit good, he can immediately become a lump of plasticine.
"Thank you." said the first day.
"... So polite." Zhou Chunyang smiled and jumped down.
When she was about to get off work, Yan Hang gave Wang Qinqin the name of the waiter group. She came to the restaurant with the list and informed her that the waiter in that group would leave later and get to know each other.
However, this was a little later, much later. Yan Hang arranged for the sanitation to be done. When today's work was finished and ready to go, she was still talking to the waiter.
"How do you feel that she is more fierce than Sister Chen," Zhang Chen whispered as they walked out with Yan Hang, "Thank you God for not dividing me."
"If you make a mistake this month, I will let you go." Yan Hang said.
"Don't worry if you can't go wrong if you die." Zhang Chen smiled and ran into the women's locker room.
Yan Hang changed his clothes and passed by the restaurant before leaving. Seeing that Wang Qinqin's conversation was still going on, the waiters looked numb.
He quickly went downstairs.
He usually doesn't use the staff passage. He doesn't have a car. He goes out from the lobby to take the bus or walks a few stops back.
Today, he also went out from the lobby, and then went around to the intersection on the side of the hotel staff parking lot.
Ma Li usually rides a small yellow car, but every time he hides the small yellow car in the parking lot.
Sure enough, it was still the same today. He rode out slowly and turned on the small road between the hotel and the nearby shopping mall.
Yan Hang put on a mask and quietly chased after him.
When the horsepower was about to turn, he kicked him on the waist and kicked him off the car.
Then before Ma Li got up, Yan Hang kicked his face again in the past.
It took more than ten seconds for the horsepower to shout, but when the knife in Yan Hang's hand stuck to his neck, he immediately lost his voice.
Behind the mall is a large row of trash cans, and he dragged him over with horsepower clothes.
"Yan Hang!" Ma Li gritted his teeth and whispered, "I know it's you!"
Yan Hang didn't say a word, and kicked his stomach again.
He hopes that Ma Li can't recognize him, but if Ma Li really recognizes him, it doesn't matter to him.
Hit until this person dared not say anything.
The horsepower was thrown between the two trash cans. In the next five minutes, the horsepower had no chance to stand up, so he could only hold his head all the time.
Yan Hang hadn't beaten people like this for a long time. The last time it was the classmate who played in the first grade, he hadn't dared to make a heavy hand.
Facing the horsepower at this moment, he didn't have too much control, only to ensure that the bones continued.
Every punch and every foot is strong.
Finally, Ma Li finally hugged his head and said, "Brother Hang, I was wrong... I was really wrong, you let me go..."
Yan Hang pulled him out again and kicked him on the ground twice before stopping.
Ma Li lay on the ground, holding his head motionless.
Yan Hang shook his hand, turned and walked to the other side in silence.
Back on the street, he heard the sound of car horns, the voices of pedestrians around him, and the sound of music coming from the store. He slowly recovered some real feelings, and the anger in his body finally calmed down.
When he reached the bus station, he leaned on the billboard and sent a message to the first day of the junior high school.
-Is class tomorrow
-Yes, but I don’t want to go to class
-Then you go beg for food
-Please check if there is a part-time job for me, I want to work
-Row
Yan Hang smiled and wondered what would be more appropriate for the first year of doing something. He didn't need to talk too much and didn't take up class time...
He was in a trance, a strange feeling of anxiety made him look to the right.
I always feel a certain line of sight.
The people who come and go on the sidewalk on the right, those who get off work, and those who come out to go shopping, seem nothing special.
He rubbed his face.
What's going on