Excited and still wanting more.
After working all night, Tang Hao arrived at the time of getting off the computer at 6:30 in the morning. Although his face was tired and his eyes were red, he still felt energetic and was reluctant to leave the computer.
Unfortunately, he had to leave. He had no money left in his pocket and he had stayed up all night for two consecutive nights. His body couldn't take it any longer.
"I'm afraid I'll have to sleep till late at night. Unfortunately, my parents should be back by night..."
Feeling a little disadvantaged, Tang Hao walked through the narrow corridor of the black Internet cafe, carefully avoiding those 'comrades' who were fast asleep after staying up all night.
When I walked out of the Internet cafe, there was only a faint light in the morning. When the cold morning breeze blew, I shivered all over.
However, this chill did not make him more awake. Instead, it made him, who was originally full of energy, feel as if all his energy was drained away, and he became listless.
The consequences of staying up all night for a whole day and two nights finally burst out. The surging fatigue and sleepiness made him quicken his pace, and he chose to take a shortcut through the hall and the alley to go home.
There are urban villages all around, and the pace of life is slow. The streets are deserted at around six in the morning, not to mention the alleys.
Dark, deep, silent and cold.
If Tang Hao encountered this situation at other times, he might be scared, but at this moment he had no intention of thinking about it. He just wanted to go home quickly and fall asleep, so he walked quickly through the alley.
Sudden!
whoosh!
A dark shadow rushed by and then disappeared into the shadow of the alley.
Also disappearing was Tang Hao!
"This is the food I should eat, hey, hey..."
Sniffing and panting, intoxication and madness, coldness and cruelty, and strange hoarse whispers echoed in the darkness.
Then, there were screams and the sounds of gnawing and swallowing that resounded through the sky.
…
"Here, Baozi."
At 7:30 in the morning, Xia Xu arrived at the consulting company to open on time, just like yesterday.
Tang Youxin came a little later today than yesterday, but still brought him breakfast.
"What's wrong with your face? Didn't you apply the makeup evenly? There's still powder on it."
Xia Xu took the milky white plastic bag handed over by Tang Youxin without hesitation, and pointed at her right cheek with a smile.
There was a trace of white powder there.
"No... No, I just forgot to wash my face."
Tang Youxin wiped it quickly with an embarrassed look, but even if she didn't wipe it off, the blush that was gradually climbing up her cheeks had almost been covered up.
"This is... ugly."
Xia Xu suddenly spoke.
Of course, these words were not directed at Tang Youxin.
The little white flowers have a natural and pure beauty, and they will never look ugly no matter how little makeup they put on.
The word "ugly" was directed at the "dumpling" in his hand.
The buns sold outside normally may not have beautiful pleated patterns, but at least they are uniform in size and look like buns.
However, the buns in his hand stood out from the crowd. None of them were the same size, and some looked like dumplings and steamed buns, while some looked like steamed buns, but none of them looked like buns.
But soon, Xia Xu realized it and quickly changed his words: "No, this is... fresh and refined, yes, that's right, fresh and refined, very artistic, using one kind of food to cook another kind of food, this advanced cooking concept is even more advanced than molecular cuisine."
After searching his brains and trying to come up with a few words of praise, Xia Xu looked at the little white flower tentatively: "Did you do this?"
“I just happened to be studying.”
Little White Flower looked evasive and quickly fled into the store.
"That's quite a coincidence."
Xia Xu chuckled but didn't follow.
To avoid embarrassment, we stayed at the door of the store for a while. Soon, Yang Bowen drove over in a blue truck.
"Boss, please lend a hand."
“Here I come.”
Xia Xu hurried forward to help unload the goods.
The truck was filled with sofas, tables, chairs, a reception desk and other items that he had ordered. Since Yang Bowen was a truck driver before, he simply asked him to do the transport.
Although the consulting company is not actually in business, it still needs to do what it should do. After all, it is a name and a facade. Even if Yang Bowen often goes out to meet people, he still needs a place to stay and punch in at work to have a sense of belonging.
At the same time, you can also find something for Tang Youxin to do, such as cleaning during the week and working as a front desk receptionist in the store on weekends. If she doesn't do anything, even if she was fooled last time, she probably wouldn't be willing to come here to work and get paid.
Even without talking about any goodwill or friendship, it is always a good idea to recruit such a five-star genius in advance, and the meager salary paid is not worth mentioning.
"But this money is really not easy to spend..."
After calculating the balance in the card, Xia Xu became a little worried again.
You won’t be worried if you have money in your pocket. In modern society, people’s confidence often depends on the thickness of their wallets.
If you have money, everything is possible and you can do everything twice as well with half the effort. Without money, nothing is possible. You should consider your own financial situation before doing anything. If you hesitate before and after, you will feel insecure from the beginning.
The original savings of nearly 60,000 yuan was more than enough to support his high school life, but as his stall expanded and his expenses increased, it became a bit stretched.
The store rent, deposit and furniture cost about 10,000 yuan. Yang Bowen has to pay 8,000 yuan in basic salary a month. If the job is done well, he will always get a bonus or something.
Adding his own expenses and the little salary he gave to Tang Youxin, it turns out that 60,000 yuan is really not much use.
I had originally thought I could make some money from the old man at the construction site, but now I haven't even seen the old man's shadow. If I delay for a while longer, he might not even have enough money to make a profit.
"Old Yang, you better hurry up with Zhang Jianmin. Also, go to these construction sites every day and keep an eye out to see if you can find an old man selling antiques..."
Thinking that the old man's matter at the construction site was still unresolved and that he had to go to class again tomorrow, Xia Xu could only add more burden to Yang Bowen.
"An old man selling antiques?"
Yang Bowen nodded to show that he understood, but after a moment of hesitation, he couldn't help but speak out: "Boss, you are not going to buy antiques, are you? Although I don't know much about this, but when I was pulling building materials to the construction site, I heard someone say that those who sell antiques near the construction site are all scammers, who pretend to be workers on the construction site to cheat people."
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid. I can see people clearly. How can I be fooled by a liar with fake antiques?"
Xia Xu smiled silently.
"Yes, I was too talkative."
Yang Bowen scratched the back of his head and chuckled.
Come to think of it, the boss's eyes are very sharp. Even if he can't understand antiques, he has personally experienced the ability to judge people. He can see through a mere liar at a glance. He is just worrying about something that is not his own business.
"Here is the key to the store. Take it first. If you are free in the morning, come to the store and open the door yourself. If you are not free, it is okay not to come. The key is that we must find out Zhang Jianmin's whereabouts as soon as possible, and try to find the old man at the construction site as well."
Xia Xu continued to explain and threw a copy of the key from the store over.
Yang Bowen took the key accurately and asked doubtfully, "Can I open the door myself? Boss, are you going out for something these days?"
"No, I just have to go to class."
Xia Xu shook his head.
Yang Bowen was surprised and said, "The boss is still in college? No wonder he looks so young, he is young and promising."
"I was in high school, and I was a classmate of Youxin."
Xia Xu rolled his eyes speechlessly after hearing this obvious flattery.
"High… high school?"
Just now, Yang Bowen was indeed pretending to be surprised and trying to flatter him. After all, Xia Xu had a young face, and even in a suit, he still looked like a student. At first glance, one could tell that he was a college student at most.
But now when he heard the word 'high school', he was really surprised.
Although starting a business among college students is not common, it is not uncommon. But how can a high school student who is still in high school start his own business
This was totally unheard of! If he hadn't experienced the magic of his boss before, he would have suspected that he had been tricked into joining a pirate ship.
There are not as many inspiring stories in China as there are in other countries about high school dropouts starting businesses in garages.
Not to mention how difficult it is to own a "garage" in China, the cultural issues alone make it difficult to allow a high school student to delay his studies to do these things. His family would neither agree nor feel at ease.
Besides, even if they agree, how many parents can afford to spend so much money on their children? And how many high school students can afford to rent a store and pay their employees 7,000 or 8,000 yuan
"Boss, you're not some rich second-generation who's out to gain experience, are you?"
"No, but don't worry, I can still afford your salary. As long as you work hard, I guarantee you will have a bright future."
"Then you still say you are not a rich second generation?"
"I am the first generation of rich people, understand?"