Chapter 1197 Rejected Leave Application

The sky was getting brighter, but Taoxi Road was still extremely lively. Even Wu Hai, Ling Hong and Jiang Changxi, who had maintained order all night, did not feel sleepy, but were full of energy.

Of course, Jiang Changxi had already touched up her makeup during this period. No matter how busy she was, she had to be a refined woman, not to mention that she would see Yuan Zhou jogging in the morning soon.

At about five o'clock, there were not fewer people coming and going, but more people. So by the time Yuan Zhou got up at 5:30, washed up, and went out for a run, Taoxi Road was already as busy as when he opened his shop.

"Everyone got up really early today." Yuan Zhou looked at his watch and after confirming the time, he muttered to himself.

The watch on Yuan Zhou's hand was naturally bought last time he watched an idol drama. He couldn't wear it when cooking, but Yuan Zhou finally found its use and could wear it while running to tell the time.

It's not early. Taoxi Road is usually quiet at this time, with few pedestrians coming and going, but now there are quite a lot of people coming and going.

This made Yuan Zhou, who had just ran out of the back alley, be stunned. He thought he had made a mistake in getting up at the wrong time. It was already eight o'clock.

But such doubts were dispelled when I passed by the door of my shop, and I was seriously shocked.

There is no way not to be shocked. Now Yuanzhou's shop is completely different from last night.

[Our new drink is fresh milk, which needs to be picked up in person. It takes a day to go back and forth. Therefore, we need to take off every other day for breakfast, lunch and afternoon to prepare fresh milk. We can open normally during dinner time. ]

Starting from the pillar where Yuan Zhou posted the notification letter, the A4 paper that was mostly empty was densely written with the three words "disagree". The tight distribution of the fonts and the neatness of the three words "disagree" made people suffer from trypophobia. Almost guilty.

Before Yuan Zhou could count the number of people who disagreed, there was a lot of paper following the notice.

Moreover, this paper was posted not only on the pillars, but also on the entire door of Yuanzhou's store.

This sticker is not unusual. He used the accounting method of pasting reimbursement forms one after another, making sure that the limited space can be pasted with unlimited paper. The layers of white paper were only filled with three words. In one word, that means I disagree.

Yuanzhou swallowed without leaving a trace, then stood still.

"Boss Yuan, are you satisfied with this answer?" Jiang Changxi clicked on the lipstick she had just applied, narrowed her eyes, and looked at Yuan Zhou seriously.

"You said above that you wanted to ask for our opinion, and this is our opinion." Wu Hai anxiously stepped forward and pointed at the rolling shutter door covered with white paper.

Just when Wu Hai was talking, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the papers rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound, just like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

"That's right, Boss Yuan can just hire someone to do the hard work of getting milk from now on. You'd better focus on cooking seriously."

"Boss Yuan, I'm in the human affairs department. I'm very experienced and can be responsible for recruitment." A beautiful woman from the human resources department who had been here during the early days of the store stepped forward and answered.

"I don't like to drink milk the least. I really don't need it." It was Yin Ya who spoke. Apparently she had forgotten that her family had just bought pure milk to drink before going to bed.

"Boss Yuan is easy to talk about. If I ask for leave the next day, I'm afraid I'll starve to death... our great Wuhaiwu painter." This man originally thought that he would starve to death, but when he thought about it, he didn't come to eat every day. He changed his mind and said Wu Hai.

After all, Wu Hai is someone who comes to eat every day.

Wu Hai's reaction was to nod his head repeatedly, indicating that he would definitely starve to death.

The people at the door were all diners, and these diners came directly as soon as they saw Jiang Changxi's summons in the morning.

Calculating it, it was still late. There were people who signed the contract last night and did not agree. They are all the sixth batch of people.

I forgot to mention that these disagreements are followed by the names of the respective signatories. This is obviously to prove that these disagreements were not written by one person.

"Boss Yuan, I strongly disagree with your approach. Milk is not important, but opening a store is important." Wu Hai said seriously, stroking his mustache.

After speaking, he did not forget to show Yuan Zhou his disagreement with what he had written.

Yuanzhou followed Wu Hai's hand and looked over. There was a row of white paper pasted there, with many disagreements written in seal script, official script, cursive script, regular script, running script and fine art styles.

"As expected of a painter, I can actually describe so many types of things in one sentence." Yuan Zhou sighed inwardly and nodded calmly to show that he saw it.

"How is Boss Yuan? Can we tell you the result of the vote now?" Jiang Changxi asked seriously.

This question immediately caused everyone present to stop talking and wait for Yuan Zhou's answer.

"Okay, new products are cancelled." Yuan Zhou nodded but didn't say much.

"It's great. I can see Boss Yuan opening a store every day."

"No, I feel so happy."

"I decided to treat myself to breakfast, and I'll eat what Boss Yuan cooked."

"I decided to eat at Boss Yuan's place all day."

Finally, Ling Hong said with an intoxicated look: "I believe in love again."

Just as everyone was cheering, Yuan Zhou suddenly said: "There are too many stickers and the rolling shutter door cannot be closed."

"Don't worry about this Boss Yuan," Jiang Changxi said with a smile.

"Yes, we have already done this." Yin Ya also said with a smile.

"Ling Hong, take it off." Jiang Changxi's voice interrupted Ling Hong's thoughts.

"No problem, the show begins." Ling Hong smoothed his hair coquettishly, then stretched out his hand to grab a hemp rope, pulled it directly, and then the white paper on the door was peeled off.

All the white papers that were taken off were scattered on the ground. At this time, someone started to pick them up and pile them together.

Yuan Zhou looked at the piles of white papers filled with disagreements and was shocked and touched. He couldn't help but said, "Give this to me. I'll put it away."

"Ah? Boss, what do you want with this?" Zhou Jia, who was helping to clean up, asked in confusion.

"Customers' opinions should naturally be retained." Yuan Zhou said matter-of-factly.

Yuan Zhou's words made the diners who came early in the morning feel warm in their hearts and couldn't help but smile. Jiang Changxi was the first to react.

"No problem, you go run first and we will take it in when you open the store." Jiang Changxi said.

"Okay, thank you." Yuan Zhou thanked everyone present, thanking them for caring so much about him and his store.

After saying that, Yuan Zhou ran away. Because of the delay, Yuan Zhou ran two laps less than usual, but returned to the store at the same time as usual.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Yuan Zhou walked down the stairs to the kitchen. He looked at the closed door and thought of the diners outside. Yuan Zhou couldn't help but smile and took a few steps forward to open the door.

But at this moment, the cell phone suddenly rang: "Ding ding, ding, ding."

"Call me at this time? Chu Xiao?" Yuan Zhou guessed as he turned around to pick up his cell phone.

But when I got the phone, I found that the caller ID on it was Zhou Shijie.

"President Zhou?" Yuan Zhou answered the phone with questions in his voice.

After all, this was the first time Zhou Shijie called Yuan Zhou so early in the morning.

"Xiao Yuan, I have good news to tell you." Zhou Shijie's slightly excited voice came from the phone.

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