Chapter 1308

At seven or eight o'clock, the store's business reached its peak, and there was a buzz of people upstairs and downstairs. The three waiters and aunts were running around without touching the ground, taking orders, delivering dishes, clearing tables, and collecting bowls. They were climbing up and down with almost no time to breathe. They were so tired that their faces were red and they were panting. They were old at this age. , it’s really too much to bear.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the faces of the aunts and felt a little guilty. He still had to recruit people. In such a big store, three people working in the front and back offices would be too busy.

At eight o'clock, Hao Liu finally showed up and brought several colleagues to Wang Xiaoming's house for a dental ceremony. When they arrived, there were no vacancies and everyone had to wait. Hao Liu left his colleagues and went into the kitchen: "Do you want to help?"

Wang Xiaoming was frying vegetables when he glanced at his old classmate and said, "You're here. Find a seat by yourself. I don't have time to greet you."

Liu Hao said: "It's full outside. There are no seats. You have to wait a moment. Xiao Ming, your business is really booming. Is there anything you need my help with?"

Wang Xiaoming smiled: "How can I ask you to help? You can find a stool to sit on."

"You are too unobtrusive. I don't think you can be busy here at all. Tell me, what do you want me to help with? Serving dishes or washing dishes?" Liu Hao is really unobtrusive and insists on helping.

Just then an aunt came to pay the bill with money and bills. Wang Xiaoming said: "Okay, help me collect the money first. Everything is 20% off today. By the way, take the satchel on my waist. There is change in it."

Liu Hao came over to untie the bag tied to Wang Xiaoming's waist. Wang Xiaoming was tickled by his touch and couldn't help but giggle and dodge: "Mouse, where are you touching!"

Liu Hao patted him on the crotch: "It's not like you, you are so sensitive!"

Wang Xiaoming shouted anxiously: "Who is sensitive, who is sensitive!"

Liu Hao chuckled: "Who knows who is sensitive? Let's go." Yang Yang left with the satchel in his hand, took the list, and took Wang Bing, who was sitting on the stool bored, with him.

Yang Ming listened to their play at the side, turned his head, glanced at Wang Xiaoming, and raised the corners of his mouth.

That night, Liu Hao had been helping Wang Xiaoming pay the bills and answer the phone until the store closed. Wang Xiaoming was full of apologies: "Mouse, have you not eaten well?"

Liu Hao waved his hand: "No, I've already eaten. I'll give you the money. I don't know the exact amount. All the orders are here. Check them yourself. If the accounts don't match up, if there's more, come to me." , I don’t care if you don’t have it, haha.”

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, I will definitely look for you if I miss him."

Liu Hao saw that there were only a few of them left in the store and the aunts had left, so he asked: "Where will you stay at night? Are you going back to the island?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "I won't go back. There is an attic up here. I have cleaned it up. We will live there at night." He rented a house nearby for a few aunts, and he, Yang Ming and Wang Bing lived in the store. , it’s all about saving money.

"Then you've been living here?"

"No, we just started tonight." Wang Xiaoming said, "It's just a bit short and it's a bit boring to go up there. When I have more money, I can rent a house nearby."

Liu Hao thought for a while and said, "My aunt has a house nearby. Her family has moved to the city and they say they want to rent it out. I'll ask you later to see if it's been rented out."

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand: "No, I keep causing you trouble, go find it yourself."

Liu Hao glared at him: "You are the only one who will cause any trouble. It's not renting her house to anyone. Wouldn't it be more secure to rent it to someone she knows? Besides, my aunt is an acquaintance. If it's not convenient for you, just give it to her later." It’s nothing.”

Wang Xiaoming bared his teeth: "Why are you so embarrassed about being late in rent arrears? Then I'll trouble you."

"You guys have been busy all day, so go to bed early. It's time for me to go back." Liu Hao originally wanted to stay a little longer, but when he saw that Wang Xiaoming's eyes were sunken, and he was obviously very tired, he couldn't bear to disturb him anymore. Say goodbye and leave.

Yang Ming said: "Your friend is really nice to you."

Wang Xiaoming smiled happily: "Well, Mouse is a very loyal friend."

Yang Ming lowered his eyes: "Please check the accounts, I'll close the door."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the bulging little satchel and felt a little excited. He glanced at Wang Bing, who was sleeping on the sofa chair at the front desk, tucked the small blanket for him, opened the satchel, and was about to count the accounts. Suddenly he heard someone's voice at the door. He stood up and said, "Brother Yang Ming, it's not closed yet? I'll bring our brother Hong over for dinner."

Wang Xiaoming looked up and saw the purple-haired killer Matt standing at the door with two people in the afternoon. He quickly pulled up his satchel, stuffed it into the drawer at the front desk, and locked it.

Yang Ming glanced at the other party and stopped the rolling shutter that had been pulled down a little: "Not yet, there are not too many dishes, so you can't order. I will make whatever you have."

A young man in his mid-twenties waved his hand: "Whatever, as long as it's food, I'm starving to death."

Yang Ming said to Wang Xiaoming: "You greet the guests, and I will cook."

The purple-haired Zhang Yiwei said to the man: "Brother Hong, don't worry, the food here is very delicious, you will never regret it."

The man named Hong Ge glanced at him: "You said this, if it doesn't taste good, I will stuff the whole dish through your nostrils!"

Zhang Yiwei laughed, then clasped his hands towards the kitchen and shouted loudly: "Brother Yang Ming, you must save me, please!"

Wang Xiaoming set out three sets of bowls and chopsticks for them, poured tea and brought it to them: "Please wait a moment."

Zhang Yiwei quickly took the teapot and washed Brother Hong's tea cup and poured tea. Brother Hong looked at Wang Xiaoming: "Are you the boss?"

Wang Xiaoming took a look at the man. He was about the same height as himself. He had good facial features and fair skin, but he was not girly. He looked very masculine, not like a ruffian, but like a white-collar elite. Really, a person cannot be judged by his appearance. Wang Xiaoming knew that he was a local leader here and did not dare to offend him, so he laughed and said, "Yes, I am the boss."

The man picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea, and looked at Wang Xiaoming sideways: "Are you Hao Liu's friend?"

Wang Xiaoming's heart skipped a beat. The rat wouldn't have any grudges with this person. He was a policeman and a gangster. It was hard to tell. He hesitated for a moment: "Well, he is my classmate."

The man put down the tea cup: "Then you have a good relationship with him?"

Wang Xiaoming couldn't hear the man's emotions, so he could only tell the truth: "Not bad."

"Since we are Liu Hao's friends, we can be considered as half-acquaintances. This is my business card. Let's make friends." The man took out a business card with white gilded characters from his pocket.

Seeing this posture, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but put his heart back in his stomach. They probably weren't feuding anymore. He looked at the business card and felt a little embarrassed. A gangster actually printed a business card. He looked down at the words on the business card, "Yehui Entertainment Company General Manager Zhong Yanhong."