Zi Yang and Lao Wang followed Su Rui out of the hidden door behind the coffee shop. The staircase to the hidden door was hidden in a corner on the second floor. It would be really hard to find if you didn't pay attention. The exit is also quite concealed. Compared with the bustle of the front door, the back door is quiet and quiet. A wall and several clusters of tall and dense bamboos block the sight of the surroundings.
In the open space behind the door, a shiny new silver Buick commercial vehicle was parked.
Su Rui stood next to Buick and made a gesture of inviting, "It hasn't been a few days since I first picked up the car, and I haven't run-in, Pharaoh, this task is left to you."
Lao Wang's eyes were bright, he opened the door and sat in the driver's seat flexing his hands and said, "This, this will be my car from now on?"
"What kind of bullshit, this is the company's car! Let's distinguish between public and private, don't always think about the wool of the public house!" Zi Yang opened the car door, nodded and bowed to Su Rui in a please gesture, "Lord, please boarding!"
Su Rui nodded in satisfaction: "Little plum, you are good, kneel down!"
Zi Yang smiled, "Hey!"
A few jokes wiped out the embarrassment between each other invisible, Zi Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he adapts to this identity too quickly, is it because he is born with this kind of fate
Maybe I think too much. I am a poor college student from the countryside, but I always want to compare this with others. Isn't this asking for trouble
Alas, you still can't take yourself too seriously.
Once thinking about this, Zi Yang's mood suddenly became much lighter, and he no longer struggled with the cruel reality of "working" for Su Rui.
When a person is short of money for a long period of time, his intelligence and judgment will drop sharply, and he will tend to make the choice that is most conducive to the moment-this is what we often say "people are poor and have short ambitions."
After Zi Yang climbed up to the front seat, Pharaoh turned his head and asked Su Rui, "Boss, where are we going?"
"Wanda square!"
"Good!" Pharaoh started the car, and the silver Buick slowly drove out of a small road.
Their career of working for Boss Su has officially begun.
…
"The sun comes out and I climb the hillside,
I want to sing when I reach the top of the mountain,
The singing floats to my sister,
She laughed when she heard my singing,
…
What smiles in my mouth is yo y y y y y!
What is beautiful in my heart is crying!
…
Lao Wang was humming a little song in his mouth and scratching his head in front of the mirror to make a concave shape. At this time, he was wearing a crisp suit on the top, straight trousers on the bottom, and a pair of shiny leather shoes on his feet. It's just like two people.
As the saying goes, "people rely on clothes and horses and saddles, and dogs run with bells." Pharaoh has lived for twenty years. He was dressed like a dog for the first time. He never thought he was so handsome. Pat yourself on the shoulder and exclaim "Pharaoh is so good!"
More than half an hour has passed since I went home, this guy has been croaking non-stop, slipping to the mirror every few minutes, and making Zi Yang annoyed.
"Have you had enough waves?"
"What's wrong? Are you jealous of my good figure?"
"It's you?" Zi Yang sniffed out of his nose, walked over to stand beside Lao Wang, slapped, and stood up straight.
In the mirror, his suit and leather shoes are a business elite, much more handsome than the mallet Lao Wang next to him.
In the end, you get what you pay for. This set of seven wolves is more handsome and handsome than that of my own miscellaneous suit in the morning. Zi Yang turned to look at his tight buttocks in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction.
Xiao Hei blankly watched the two older brothers comparing each other in front of the mirror, wondering what happened to the two of them today. He touched his brand new sportswear. Is it because he bought new clothes
Xiao Hei's sportswear was also bought by Su Rui.
In terms of the cognitive scope of Lao Wang and Zi Yang, Su Rui is indeed a big deal today.
At the mall store, Su Rui directly asked the waiter to choose a suit for each of them—from clothes to trousers, shoes, belts, shirts, almost everything except the **.
Zi Yang originally told Su Rui generously that the money for the clothes was deducted from his salary, but after seeing the unit price, he didn't dare to fight with her anymore.
This set will cost at least one to two thousand yuan, which is enough for half a year's living expenses.
That's not a big deal. After trying on the clothes, Su Rui asked the waiter to prepare another set for them, saying that the two sets were changed. Being so generous, even Lao Wang was a little embarrassed, and he had to write an IOU to others.
While Su Rui was going to check out, Lao Wang secretly said to Zi Yang, "Have you seen it? People don't bargain, it's so lavish!"
"Naughty man, this is the brand's flagship store. They are all clearly priced. Do you think you can buy food from the market?"
After purchasing the clothes, the three drove back to the store to pick up Xiao Hei. Su Rui told them that there will be no customers coming over these few days, so let them adjust to the atmosphere of the store first.
The two of them can't wait to wait for Su Rui to arrange some arduous work for them, otherwise I'm sorry for the expensive work clothes!
For several days, I went to the store at 8 in the morning and went home from get off work at 10 in the evening. The other staff in the store work in two shifts, and they have to work overtime when they are busy. Lao Wang and Zi Yang watched as they were busy, and their idleness hurts.
Fortunately, Lao Wang would occasionally drive to buy goods and send Su Rui to do errands.
Zi Yang is just a superfluous existence. He sat on the second floor for two days in a serious manner. Every day was like a year, and it was more uncomfortable than a boring math class.
Although Su Rui told him that he didn't need to stare at the store all day long, and that he could go out when nothing happened, or read a book or listen to music in her office, but why did Zi Yang feel embarrassed? He's just hanging around when everyone else is busy? Even if you pretend, you have to pretend to be working.
After two days of hard work, I finally got a task.
Su Rui called Lao Wang and said that he would drop in to pick up someone when he went to work. He was a VIP guest of the Hong Kong boss. Now that business car has become Wang's private drive, and it is driven every day to and from get off work.
When he reached the place Su Rui said, Pharaoh pulled over and parked. Zi Yang walked out of the co-pilot and glanced back and forth, and saw a gray-haired old man relaxing in the cool under the tree by the roadside, shaved a flat head, and a short stature that looked sturdy, wearing a white pair of breasts. With a folding fan in his hand, he was dressed quite plainly.
Zi Yang couldn't help but wonder, this is just an ordinary old man in the shade, there are everywhere on the street, shouldn't it be the guest Su Rui said
He hesitated for a long time next to him, but never dared to go up and talk. I said to myself, wait a while, maybe the person to be picked up hasn't come yet.
The old man didn't seem to pay attention to him at all, squinted his eyes and shook his fan leisurely. After a while, he took out a coin from his pocket, flicked it up half a foot high, caught it with his palm, flicked his thumb, and bounced it up again. Tossed and played with each other.
Zi Yang saw the look of the coin in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ge?"
The old man took the coin back into his pocket, but he didn't talk to him, staring at him slantingly.
Zi Yang was taken aback, and then he realized that he also took out an identical copper coin from his pocket, which was given to him by Su Rui before.
The old man glanced at the copper coin in his hand, nodded, and walked straight to the commercial vehicle.
Zi Yang hurriedly followed to open the door for him, and the man swaggered to sit on it, without even saying thank you.
The three of them were speechless along the way. The old man sat in the back seat, fanning his fan and looking out the window for a while. Lao Wang and Zi Yang look at me, I look at you, there are words in their eyes.
When he arrived at the coffee shop, Lao Wang drove the car directly to the back door. Zi Yang took the old man up the stairs through the hidden door and kept him in the box with the nameplate "Ting Yuxuan".
The man looked around in the room with his hands behind his back, picked up the tea and utensils from the shelf on his own, and sat next to the tea seat to make Kung Fu tea skillfully.
During this period, the old man named Ge didn't say a word, and Zi Yang didn't dare to ask a word. Although this person seems to be dressed normally, there is a sense of everyone's air between his gestures. Zi Yang felt that the dean of the department was not as stylish as him.
Zi Yang watched him making tea with his head buried there, and slowly withdrew from the door, closing the door.
Although the whole process of "accepting people" was simple, Zi Yang's nervous palms were sweating.
I sat in front of the rest table next to the stairs for a while, and I was listening with my ears to see if the guests in Yuxuan were calling myself, when suddenly someone came up under the stairs in the lobby.
Zi Yang hurriedly got up and stood beside him. After a while, he saw a bright bald head emerging from the stairs. A forty-year-old man trot up with a black leather satchel on his back. He was dressed as a local tyrant—with a neck sleeve. A big gold chain, gold skewers on the wrist, gold rings on the fingers, and a satin shirt on his body, looks like a nouveau riche selling pork in a vegetable market.
"Hello, sir, this is a VIP box, please show your credentials." Zi Yang said without arrogance.
The bald head glanced at him up and down, took out a copper coin from his pocket and threw it to Zi Yang.
Zi Yang stretched out his hand to catch it, and saw that this ancient coin was similar to the one that the old man named Ge had played before, with the words "Zhizhengtongbao" written in Likai on the front.
Zi Yang took out the ancient coin that Su Rui gave him from his pocket, and compared the two copper coins together, they were almost identical. Nodded, returned the coin to the other party, and made a gesture of please.
The bald head followed Zi Yang into Ting Yuxuan with a swagger, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the old man sitting there with his head down and making tea. He greeted him with his fists in a loud voice, "Ah, Boss Ge came here. He never welcomed him far away. It is really disrespectful !"
Old Na Ge also clasped his fists and said, "It's easy to talk, come and taste the Kung Fu tea I made." Although he was polite, he sat there without moving.
Zi Yang paused at the door. Seeing that they didn't mean to greet him, they quietly withdrew and closed the door. The sound inside instantly became much lower. It seems that the room has been specially soundproofed.
Zi Yang stood at the top of the stairs for a while, wondering what he should do.
Who are they? How to entertain them later? Why hasn't Su Rui come yet! Where did Lao Wang die