"That... are you still cursing on the Internet?" Huiqin walked to Wang An and asked without saying a word.

Wang An nodded lightly, and didn't look at Huiqin directly. He lowered his head and ate the rice ball, his eyes had already returned to the screen.

The almost fatal incident at the beginning of the year was obviously not enough to make Wang An evolve. As his injury gradually recovered, he naturally changed back to his former appearance. In contrast, the children in Xie Yihan's belly made Wang An change in some real meaning. Since moving out of his home a month ago and officially living with Xie Yihan, Wang An has never slept in again. He went to and from get off work on time every day, complained less and became more patient.

But Wang An would never use these patiences in his subconscious mind on Huiqin and the others.

Just like most people in this society, Wang Anxin knew that he was just a big deal, but this did not prevent him from despising people who were one level lower than him. And there is no doubt that more than 99% of people in the world have this virtue. The only difference is that some people are willing to control their inner thoughts, while others are completely lazy to spend this effort.

Seeing that Wang An was not very friendly, Huiqin walked away with tactfulness.

Wang An stared at the corner of his eyes, and waited for Huiqin to walk into the kitchen through the side door, and sighed with a little resentment.

He came here early this morning, intending to "let the soul settle down."

However, now that Huiqin was disturbed, the false literary youth that had just been brewing was completely gone.

He ate a few more bites of rice balls and felt that he had no appetite. The remaining half was left and threw it into the trash can. He took a tissue and wiped his mouth, and drank the soy milk that was still hot. Now he freed up his hand and finally could control the mouse.

After more than a week of continuous criticism of each other online, Wang An was actually a little mentally exhausted.

Although he is sometimes stubborn, his mental state is obviously normal compared to the group of quasi-psychiatric patients who bit Qin Feng tenaciously. After the three domestic publishing houses issued a statement the day before yesterday, Wang An rarely typed again. No matter what the other party said, he just sent screenshots in one stroke. Even if the other party opened his eyes and said lies, he copied and pasted the publishing house's statement dozens of times, and those who rolled on the ground could basically not roll.

Turn off the vegetable stealing game and open the Maopu Forum. Wang An found the post he posted yesterday and saw a pen below shouting: "Qin Feng is shameless, the publisher is unscrupulous! Spend money to buy the publisher, collude with power and money, and deserve to die!"

Regarding this kind of mercury that was in his mind, Wang An didn't even feel like explaining it, and replied casually: "Well, yes, the next step is to buy the White House and the Pentagon, and the task of maintaining world peace will be handed over to him."

After replying, he glanced at the several hot posts he had just read on the forum. Seeing that they were all unnutritional sprays, Wang An felt bored and simply stopped reading them.

He walked out of the front desk and wandered to the kitchen.

Huiqin had already changed into work clothes at this time. She was wearing a white coat with a trademark of sugar-style oak. In addition, there were white hats, white masks and a pair of plastic gloves. These things were specially made by Qin Feng to a manufacturer. In addition, when the workers in the store went out to deliver takeout, they also had special vests and safety helmets, and paired with takeout bicycles, which looked like a professional style of a large company. People who don’t know even thought that Qin Feng had opened dozens of chain stores. But who would have thought that Mr. Qin, who is famous all over the world, had only such a skewer shop.

Apart from the magic, Wang An could not think of any other words to describe Qin Feng now.

Huiqin turned a blind eye to Wang An's arrival. She was gritting her teeth and trying to move a box of beef weighing at least forty or fifty kilograms out of the freezer. Wang An had no intention of helping, and stood by and watched. After Huiqin carried the things down, she said calmly: "I started working so early. Let's take a break first. There is still two hours before I go to work."

Have you snatched my computer...

Huiqin muttered secretly and replied with a simple expression: "I've come here, I'm still idle anyway. I heard from Jingjing that I sold out the goods only at 1 o'clock the night before yesterday, wasting all the time in the night and making a lot of money."

Wang An smiled and joked: "Making less is to make less money in the store, and you won't be deducted from your salary. Why are you doing so diligently? Do you plan to be your little wife for Qin Feng?"

Huiqin has been in the store for a long time and has improved a lot of nonsense. She replied without thinking: "Shopkeeper, next time when the little boss comes over, I will tell her that you said this."

"Yo?" Wang An was quite surprised that Huiqin dared to talk to him like this.

Huiqin continued to do her own thing while changing the subject and asked, "Shopkeeper, why did you come here so early this morning?"

"Me?" Wang An thought for a while, then shook his head slightly and said, "I can't sleep, I'm worried..."

"What are you worried about? You make so much money every month and get married soon. What's there to worry about?" Huiqin said enviously.

"What's my salary?" Wang An completely forgot about his parents' affairs two years ago. He said with disdain for the net income of more than 5,000 yuan a month, "Next, let's have a baby, no money. The house price has been rising recently. The little money I earn is enough to eat and drink."

Huiqin turned her back to Wang An and pursed her lips secretly, thinking that if you had such a high salary only enough to eat and drink, we would have been hungry long ago. But she said, "Isn't there Teacher Xie? Their salary for teachers is so high, and there is also provident fund to buy a house..."

"She..." Wang An couldn't help scratching his head.

The two elders in Xie Yihan's family are all clerks in the government office. Although they are not leaders, they have been doing well in the central area for decades. Otherwise, they would not have easily put Xie Yihan in the No. 18 Middle School and got a formal establishment.

Not long ago, Wang Angang went to meet his future father-in-law and mother-in-law. He could see that Xie Yihan's parents were not very satisfied with him.

The two elders were not very polite, and they were teasing Wang An for cheating their baby daughter out of this face. Moreover, the 1 million deposit he had in his hand was not obtained by his ability. After all, the son-in-law in his future had no great ability. For Xie Yihan's stomach, the two elders advised Wang An to be more cautious and take advantage of the fact that the housing prices in the central area are not outrageous, so they should buy the wedding house first. After all, there will be a place to shelter from the wind and rain and settle down in the future.

But Wang An didn't think so.

He had been waiting for Qin Feng to come back, so he quickly discussed the noodle restaurant with Qin Feng.

Wang An thought that as long as he had the Qin Feng sign, once the brand chain store opened, he would definitely make a fortune. Then, let alone the wedding house, he would even be able to buy a villa sooner or later.

There was a huge disagreement between the two sides on buying a house. Xie Yihan had a quarrel with his family and moved out to live with Wang An. However, she was used to having a good life since she was a child. Now she has rented a three-bedroom and one-living house. The monthly rent is 3,500 yuan. In addition to other expenses, it would be good if she could not get money from Wang An in a month, let alone support Wang An in buying a house.

"Oh, let's not talk about this anymore, you can work slowly." Wang An and Huiqin returned to the front hall without saying a few words.

I was idle and checked the accounts in the store first.

After the checking was completed, I couldn't think of anything else that needed to be done by myself, so Wang An had to post on Weibo and pass the time by browsing f5.

The two of them did their own things, and they were confused until early 9:30. Several other employees in the store finally arrived one after another.

Jingjing is getting more and more fashionable. Today I dress up very colorfully. I can tell at a glance that I will definitely go out for a date with my boyfriend at night.

Wang An was actually very curious whether Jingjing had already checked out with her boyfriend, and even more curious about what would happen if Qin Feng, a very burly friend, knew about this.

"Shopkeeper, there is a sink in the kitchen that seems a bit blocked. Have you asked the master to come and pass?" Jingjing was still as serious as ever. Before she could put down her bag, she asked Wang An first.

"Oh, I forgot, just call now." Wang An said quickly.

Jingjing said, "No, no, I'll call you. Master Liu is coming to receive the payment later. The store is not enough, so why don't you go to the bank to get the money first."

"It's OK." Wang An agreed straightforwardly.

Jingjing said again: "I bought two energy-saving lamps on the way and came back. Yesterday, a guest said that the lights on the table No. 8 on the second floor were a little dim."

"I want me to buy the light bulb, too?" Wang An was a little annoyed.

Jingjing smiled and coaxed, "Who told you to be the store manager? How hard is the ability?"

Wang An was directly convinced by the four words "the capable ones work harder" and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'll buy it. I really don't know if you are the store manager here or I am the store manager."

"Just think I am your secretary." Jingjing smiled sweetly, "I specifically remind you to deal with these small things so that you can have time to do big things!"

"I'll go, you're talking..." Wang Anming knew that Jingjing was flattering, but she was still coaxed to death.

Taking the bank card, Wang An went out slightly limply.

...

After about an hour, Wang An returned to the store slowly and was almost close to mealtime.

In the kitchen, Xiao Zhao was busy with four dishes and one soup for lunch.

However, such a good thing will soon come to an end. According to Qin Feng's latest idea, each employee is to give an average subsidy of 10 yuan per meal, and simply pay an additional 300 yuan in catering subsidy every month. Let the employees go out to eat by themselves, or simply call a boxed lunch. Not only does it save time and effort, but it can also make the store's budget more transparent. However, how to do it specifically, it will still have to wait until Qin Feng comes back before he decides.

He walked to Jingjing, who was helping to walk through the string, and asked, "Is the sewer open?"

"Yeah." Jingjing responded and continued to do his own work very focusedly.

Wang An originally wanted her to go upstairs to change the light bulb, but seeing that she was so serious, she felt embarrassed to speak. She looked around the kitchen and suddenly found that a child was not there. She asked again: "Where is Xiaodong?"

"I'm going out to deliver takeout." Zhao Yun replied with a smile, "Now people don't care about time when eating. Come to eat skewers at 10 o'clock, and don't know if it's breakfast or lunch."

"Maybe it's a midnight snack. Normal people go to bed at 12 o'clock in the evening, and they go to bed at 12 o'clock in the afternoon..." Wang An said of himself before, feeling very touched. However, when he stayed at home, it seemed even worse. At least he could eat skewers before sleeping. At that time, he could only drink boiled water to rinse stomach acid.

After looking at the two light bulbs in his hand, Wang An, who has been worried about his ability to do things since he was a child, could only do it himself.

Just as I turned around, the takeaway phone at the front desk rang again.

Zhao Yun said in surprise: "Oh, the business started very early today! Fortunately, Huiqin came early, otherwise the things would not be enough to sell at night, so it would be cheap for two guys, A Lian and A Hao."

Wang An muttered, "These people eat so much fried food in the morning, are they getting greasy..."

As he said that, he quickly ran to the front desk and put two light bulbs on the table. Unexpectedly, the things fell down in a hurry. Wang An couldn't react and watched the light bulbs fall to the ground, making a crisp sound of glass breaking.

"Damn!" Wang An gritted his teeth, and secretly blamed the person who called the phone was a pen. Then he picked up the microphone and said angrily, "Hey, hello!"

The other end was startled by Wang An's tone, and he was quiet for a second before speaking: "Is it a sugar-flavored Ou-flavored snack bar on Dongmen Street?"

Nonsense...

Wang An looked down at the light bulb box lying on the ground, and said anxiously: "Yes, what do you need to order? It will be given out from above 15 yuan."

Lu Jianbo breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Sorry. I am a reporter from Dong'ou Daily. I am going to go to your store for an interview. Are you in charge here?"

When Wang An heard that the other party was actually a reporter from Dong'ou Daily, he immediately rolled the bulbs.

His attitude changed instantly, and his tone became extremely flattering: "Oh... reporter? Here! I am the person in charge! When will you come here?"
Chapter completed!