"Let's break up." Yuan Zhou's voice was filled with helplessness. He looked at the band who were still singing at the top of their lungs and said loudly.
"Boss Yuan finally opened the door." Ling Hong stepped forward to say hello.
"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded.
"Okay, let's break up." Ling Hong clapped his hands, and the band stopped immediately.
Instantly the whole air became quiet.
Now everyone feels that quiet is a beautiful adjective.
"Fortunately, the little master is up, but it's impossible to fall asleep in this situation. The old man's ears are going deaf." The old man stood behind and rubbed his ears with emotion.
"Boss Yuan, are there soup dumplings today?" Ling Hong said loudly and subconsciously.
"No, it's too late, too late." Seeing the band stop, Yuan Zhou turned back to the store and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Yuan Zhou felt that the noise was overwhelming, but luckily he couldn't hear it inside.
"Hey, Boss Yuan, just do it now and I'll wait." Ling Hong shouted loudly.
"You can keep your voice down, I'm deaf." Despite Tank's muscular appearance and rough appearance, he is actually a handsome man who likes to be quiet. Now everyone dislikes Ling Hong for speaking too loudly.
"Okay, I know you love purity now, and you haven't just gotten used to it." Ling Hong changed his mind after being reminded by Tank.
"There's not enough time." Yuan Zhou stood back at his old position and said calmly.
"Oh, can we have clear soup noodles this morning?" Ling Hong gave up the soup dumplings easily.
The reason is of course not because he suddenly doesn't want to eat, but because Yuan Zhou looks terrible now. You must know that Ling Hong's way of waking people up is hard to accept, but Yuan Zhou's face has a light expression, and there is no trace of it at all. Unhappy, it was this calmness that made Ling Hong lose his composure.
At least he thought that Yuan Zhou would be sullen and might curse others, but now it seemed like it had never happened, so much so that Ling Hong didn't dare to ask about the soup dumplings anymore.
"Boss Yuan, what time do you usually get up to make soup dumplings?" Wu Hai suddenly asked.
"Six o'clock." Yuan Zhou answered Wu Hai's question simply and quickly.
"Okay, then I'll have beef sauce and clear soup noodles today." Wu Hai also started to order.
As for the old man, of course he chose the next best thing, clear soup noodles.
"Okay, wait a minute." Yuan Zhou turned around to prepare the meal.
Wu Hai started to wink at Ling Hong and whispered, "Do you understand?"
"I understand, but I won't be included in the list of refused contacts, right?" Ling Hong understood what Wu Hai meant when he opened his mouth, but he still had to know the price.
"Don't worry, according to my observation, although Boss Yuan looks cold on the surface, he is actually very talkative. Last time, there was a guy who brought in egg fried rice from outside to eat. As long as you don't violate his rules, you will be fine." Wu Hai Look like you listen to me and I understand.
"Well, that's fine, I'll try again." Ling Hong decisively agreed to Wu Hai's proposal.
Of course, the reason also includes what he himself investigated. Yuan Zhou does have a good temper, and he is not even the slightest bit angry or dissatisfied because of this incident like this morning.
Yuan Zhou, who heard everything in his ears, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, thinking OS in his heart: No matter how much money you have, you can't wake up dad.
That's right, who said Yuan Zhou wasn't angry? Yuan Zhou was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, but he was used to being aloof, and now he didn't even bother to curse. The simple way was to reap the consequences.
A few people here thought that the Three Stooges were better than Zhuge Liang, and they made up their minds in a lively manner. Even the old man participated and asked the most practical questions. This shows the charm of soup dumplings. generally.
"How to solve the problem that disturbs the people." The old man got to the center.
"It's okay. I'll go to each house today and give you 100 yuan. I'm just an hour early. There will be no problem." Ling Hong put down his words with confidence.
"Hong, are you sure?" Tank asked worriedly.
"No problem. You see, Boss Yuan is not angry at all." Ling Hong pointed at Yuan Zhou's face covertly, and he looked as normal as ever.
"Okay, you can play whatever you want." Tank shrugged and stopped trying to persuade him.
"I think Ah Hong has a good idea." Ji Lian said seriously.
"Isn't it because you like this band?" Octopus mercilessly exposed Ji Lian.
"Don't say it." Ji Lian admitted without blushing and asked Octopus not to expose it.
Several people immediately ignored him. Fortunately, Yuan Zhou came up with the food at this time.
The busy morning and noon made Yuanzhou determined to invite a waiter over. Even if he could do it alone, he still had to serve the food himself. It was really tiring with so many people.
After a tiring day, Yuanzhou still remembered to feed the mixed-haired teddy noodle soup before resting.
It was early in the morning, just after six o'clock, and most of the nearby residents were up and still watching from a distance. The band was still the same band as yesterday, and the speakers were still the same plus-sized speakers.
"You have to love me even if you die, it won't be happy if you don't love it to the fullest!"
The lead singer is still the same one with a hoarse voice. As soon as he opens his mouth, the high-pitched singing voice floats away in an instant, shaking people's spirits and waking up any drowsiness.
However, Yuan Zhou, who was sleeping soundly without setting the alarm clock, still fell asleep very peacefully and did not seem to be woken up at all.
Yuan Zhou's sleep is not very good. He usually sleeps with up to a hundred sheep in bed, but he fell asleep quickly last night. The store reinforced by the system seemed unusually quiet, which was very suitable for sleeping.
The hoarse voices downstairs had no impact on Yuan Zhou at all.
A song passed, but the windows on the second floor were still tightly closed, and there was no movement.
"Why isn't Boss Yuan awake?" Ling Hong asked curiously.
"How do I know? Maybe I bought earplugs." Octopus said his guess.
"Ear plugs? Yes, it's very possible. If you play two more songs, I won't believe it." Ling Hong motioned for the band to continue singing.
The three songs are agreed upon. If you sing for too long, you might be chased by the urban management all over the street. Although this place is underdeveloped, there are still a lot of office buildings, and a quiet environment still needs to be maintained.
After three songs, there was still no movement on the second floor, so Ling Hong gave up. At 8:30 in the morning, Yuan Zhou opened the door.
Waiting for the wilted Ling Hong at the door.
"Boss Yuan, your earplugs are really good." He gave a thumbs up, walked in, had breakfast, and left.
Yuanzhou thought that Ling Hong would give up now. After all, the neighbors would not agree if they kept making noise for too long. However, he still underestimated Ling Hong.
Ling Hong, who continued to have fun, ran out and found two bands. This time, each of the closer bands gave him 200 yuan. As compensation, it was pretty good to get 200 yuan for getting up an hour earlier.
After all, the time for noise is short.
At six o'clock in the morning on the third day, in addition to the bands from the previous two days, another one was added this time. It was a double band. It was also heavy metal rock. Although the lead singer was not as strong as the first one, he could sing very high and loud. , this is Ling Hong’s purpose.
The two bands started their own performance as if they were singing together. Each one of them said something to me, which was like a concert scene. It was so light that the roof was lifted, and the rhythm was like breaking the glass every minute.
There was still no reaction from the second floor to such movement.
"Boss Yuan is not asleep, he is dead." Ling Hong yelled angrily.
"Then why don't you go break down the door?" Ji Lian, who was in high spirits, came up with a bad idea.
Whether to smash the door, smash the door, or smash the door, this is a difficult question to decide.