Chapter 281 The Beginning of the Tea Party

Perhaps this is all due to Riya's appearance. For front desk workers, their faces are often the store's facade or signature, so this job generally requires faces.

At the very least, they need to have good facial features, treat others properly, and not keep a straight face every day as if someone owes them two million gold coins.

Ria can perfectly avoid all the mistakes that should not be made during recruitment. Even without the help of extraordinary powers, he is also very good at acting. In the past few days, he has acted like a person who can chat with everyone even when bartending. Talkative.

The drunkards in the tavern often start playing gambling games when they get drunk. In this case, Ria is of course happy to play with them.

Seeing those people still looking dissatisfied and continuing to gamble after losing to their pants would make anyone happy all day long.

"To be honest, Mr. Posij, I've had a great time at work."

"I can see that you are a person who loves work, so you are here..."

"Resign."

Ria's expression was sincere: "In addition to work, life should also include poetry and distance. It cannot be wasted on a boring job and a boss who doesn't seem to like paying wages. Of course, I am not talking about you. You are a very good boss."

"What did you say?" Posijie's right eyelid kept beating for unknown reasons.

"I think I should make it very clear that I want to resign. In addition, I also want these days' salary. According to Endles law, you should give me the compensation I deserve."

"Money, you still want money from me? Do you think this is a place where you can come and leave as you please?

You can go, but you need to finish all the work for this month until the next person hands over to you. During this period, I will not give you another Swaar! "

"Today's young people resign when they say they want to. Do you regard your workplace as your home?"

The man looked at Riya fiercely, but Riya still maintained a decent smile: "Yes, thank you for reminding me. I always think of my workplace as my home."

Three seconds later, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "From now on, you will be a bartender, and I will be the person in charge here——

By the way, you need to experience how it feels to have no salary this month and all your salary after the month will be in arrears.

By the way, give me the reward I deserve. "

"No……"

Posij stared tremblingly at a group of golden eyes that shouldn't exist, and stiffly took the bag of coins from Riya's hand, which by the way also meant throwing his own tavern out with his own hands.

"May the Lord of Trade protect you."

Ria shook his hand and wished him a happy job, and found an acting director to run the tavern in her absence.

After doing this, the young man left here without any nostalgia, and took away the bag of coins he handed out.

"Making money is really not an easy task."

Even though Riya no longer has to go through the days of not having enough to eat because of lack of money, he still has to lament that it is not easy to make money. The meme of black businessmen’s demand for money is like a bottomless pit, and the current amount of money is completely insufficient. it.

He works hard but cannot satisfy the appetite of the capitalists, and even wants to deduct his wages and make him a free labor force... The two things are surprisingly similar in some aspects.

In order not to be exploited, people often have no choice but to become exploited, but most people are not so lucky at all. People are destined to be unequal.

"Whose fault is this?"

Riya walked through the crowded streets with a cane, and there was a constant stream of noise in her ears. Some people were arguing, some were chasing people with knives and shouting, and some were beating their children on the street and scolding them for being useless. You won't make money by making a profit.

As he walked, the young man's footsteps gradually stopped. He had done transactions with most people in this town in the past few days, and at a certain time, they suddenly stopped all their movements and all faced Riya. , praising his name.

"In praise of trade."

Riya waved her hands and shook her head: "Forget it, it's definitely not my fault."

"If you all have nothing to do, you can buy some books and go to school. It's better than killing people on the street..."

The young man left these words and left. People watched him leave. After he left completely, everyone suddenly woke up.

Someone threw down the machete, pulled out a book from the bookstall and hit the person with the book.

If Riya saw this scene, she would probably have a deeper understanding of how ignorant some people are and how difficult it is to change.

But some children returned home happily holding the books their parents bought, and for the first time they had visions of their future.

…

A few days later, Sahilir Street.

On this day, the entire street was blocked off, and the silence on the road was terrifying. Dark clouds lingered in the sky, and there was even a faint sound of thunder.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure appeared at the end of the street. This person was wearing a linen cloak and a wide hood covering her face. No one knew who this person was, but she was going to her destination.

Gradually, more and more people in cloaks appeared on both sides of the street. They gathered here and stopped in front of a building.

The building was not large in scale, and the masonry on both sides was covered with moss and some kind of creeping plants. From time to time, there was the harsh sound of the wind entering the house through the broken glass windows and blowing something.

All this was undoubtedly uncomfortable, but everyone stood patiently in front of the door.

They silently counted fifteen numbers in their minds, and when the number finally reached fifteen, the door opened.

The person who opened the door was wearing a white cloak, and his face was also unclear.

"Come in."

The person left his words and turned back to walk into the building.

The people outside seemed to have received some instructions and stepped into the building gate one after another, but one person suddenly screamed when he approached, struggled and fell to the ground and turned into a water stain.

The others saw this, but there was no extra reaction, just sighed silently, and continued to move forward.

"Another person who wants to get away with it."

"This time the defense measures are much stricter than in previous years. I don't know if it will be a good thing or a bad thing."

"It should be... a good thing."

People entered the courtyard through the gate one after another. The courtyard was also dilapidated. There were many tables and chairs covered with spider webs and dust on the ground, and there were even moldy food and the bones of rats and frogs on them.

"Please sit down."

The person in the white cloak appeared on the balcony on the second floor. She ignored the dust on the railing and sat directly on the railing facing everyone, holding an unopened parasol in her hand and gently sweeping the fallen leaves at the bottom.

The leaf spun and fell from the second floor into the courtyard, and the people upstairs laughed softly, the sound was not loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly.

"This time our funds are not enough, so no one will mind if we choose this place, right?"