"Manager Song will stay and work overtime, and the others can go home first."
Li Yongyuan waved his hand with a casual smile, and several young female employees looked at each other and stepped forward to say goodbye to the boss and store manager and leave.
Then, the young man sat at the main seat and began to ask Song Yuan about some things that had happened to the teahouse since it opened.
"In the future, this teahouse does not need to be opened to the public. It only needs to entertain the customers I have ordered. If any strangers come into the store with a badge engraved with the image of the half-dead world tree, they can also be entertained."
Li Longyuan woke up from his distracted state and tapped the table gently. He didn't mind that Song Yuan knew the truth about Kassel College. At least in the orthodox territory, the safety of ordinary people could undoubtedly be better protected than elsewhere. Not to mention this
The store is opened by him, and the nearby area will be specially controlled by bad people.
"yes."
The woman responded respectfully.
The reason why he didn't stop high-rollers and celebrities from coming here to drink tea before was because he wanted to take the opportunity to observe the behavior of Lugucheng. Now that he has got the answer he wanted, naturally he no longer needs this group of guys who follow the crowd.
"Anything else?"
The young boss looked at the female store manager, who frowned slightly and seemed hesitant to speak, and asked softly.
"It's about employees. If the group only lets me take care of this store for a long time, I think I can cut some of the salary appropriately so that there is no need to lay off employees in the store."
Song Yuan seems to think that if the teahouse is not open to the public in the future, based on the principle of maximizing output efficiency after combining labor and capital, Li Longyuan may consider laying off the clerks.
She has seen the efforts of several young girls these days. They are all diligent and motivated, with innocent and optimistic temperaments. The salary they receive from this job is also very important to the families behind them.
Perhaps thinking of how difficult it was to work alone in society, Song Yuan actually wanted to keep these little girls.
However, the young man's brows darkened, and his considering eyes were fixed on the woman's fair and soft face with light makeup, as if he was trying to discern the sincerity of her words.
"You are the store manager, and you have the right to decide whether these store employees can stay. But please don't underestimate your own job. After all, no entrepreneur will always be kind to his employees."
His words were a little cold, but they sounded gentle to Song Yuan.
"Yes, I will perform my duties as store manager well."
The beauty in cheongsam lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head.
"It's very late at night, do I need to take you home?"
While the young boss continued to learn about things about Lugucheng, the dim skylight outside the store had gradually dimmed, and a few stars that flickered on and off were embedded in the dark sky.
"ah?"
Song Yuan was obviously stunned for a moment, then nodded with a blush on his neck.
She didn't know why she suddenly felt a little girl's embarrassment. She was almost twenty-eight years old in the blink of an eye. Although modern times are more tolerant than ever before, she has also reached a point where her parents want to push for marriage and blind date.
age.
The young boss obviously didn't notice the attitude of his store manager, he just raised his eyes and turned off his mobile phone.
What he didn't tell Song Yuan was that Binhai's nights were not peaceful recently.
Just like the human heart is always full of desires, no matter how good the security work of mixed-race organizations such as Orthodoxy and Kassel Academy is, they cannot completely avoid incidents of depraved mixed-race crimes.
What they can do is to minimize the impact of bad accidents and detect large-scale actions of such terrorist organizations in a timely manner.
He has received messages from the Prime Minister and Si Yao. Since the last time Renovamen organized overseas smuggling, these guys seem to be preparing to organize a special operation in Binhai.
"Let's go, there is a parking lot at the corner of the pedestrian street."
The young man got up and walked outside the store. When he appeared again, a silver-gray Panamera was parked outside the street. When the golden xenon headlights were turned on, they were like two sharp swords piercing the darkness and fog.
This reassured the woman who was originally a little afraid of standing by the streetlight on the street corner and looking at the dark night scene around her.
Li Yongyuan rarely drives the same sports car out because the group has specially built three underground parking lots for the heirs to store various supercars. Every time he goes there, he asks Zhao Yan to ask for the keys and drive the car away.
"boarding."
The automatic window was lowered, revealing the young boss's angular and delicate face. The cool evening breeze blew his black hair slightly, and he tilted his head and said.
"Thank you. My family lives in the California community in the west of the city."
After taking off her makeup after get off work, Song Yuan changed into a fitted printed long skirt. She was obviously in a much more comfortable mood, and there was no longer a sense of distance between superiors and subordinates between her words.
The sports car with simple, soft and elegant lines was driving in the coastal city at night, and the houses, buildings, pedestrians and trees passing by were all receding.
The woman looked at the young boss beside her curiously. She always felt that he had many secrets buried in him. He was more elusive than the ice-faced young man who often came to drink tea.
A ten year old boy.
"What are you thinking about?"
Li Yongyuan, who had not said a word since starting the engine, took the initiative to ask.
Only then did Song Yuan realize that she had been staring at the other person's profile for too long, so she stretched out her hand to straighten her temples and said sheepishly.
"I'm just a little curious about the young director's past."
“My information and resume can be found in the group’s corporate annual report.”
During the conversation, the young man held the steering wheel steadily with his slender fingers and slammed on the brakes under the strong light. The rear wheels of this speeding top-class coupe were in close contact with the asphalt road, making a non-harsh friction sound.
The drift stopped steadily on the side of the road.
The woman who was tightly bound by the seat belt returned to normal after a while of shaking. She first glanced at the young boss beside her and found that his expression was still calm, and then she turned her gaze forward.
It was a section of the road near the Bridge Tunnel. After passing through the tunnel, it was very close to the California community where she lived.
But now, a large truck loaded with goods rolled over in front of the tunnel entrance, completely blocking the way forward. Various polyester textile goods were scattered on the ground, and open flames and black smoke billowed, leaving the scene in a mess.
"Let's hurry up and call the police."
Song Yuan quickly took out her mobile phone from her bag and dialed 120 and 122.
"No."
The young boss stopped the woman's somewhat flustered behavior.
His eyesight was strong enough to see through the car window that the two trucks that were overturned and burning black smoke had an eagle logo on them, and the artistic words of Changfeng Logistics were written underneath.
"Someone will take care of it soon."
The young man leaned back in his chair relaxedly, and just as he picked up his mobile phone to send a text message, as if predictably, there was a fleet of Mercedes-Benz cars roaring in the distance with their headlights on, almost illuminating the dark entrance of the tunnel.
The whole house was filled with joy.
The men in black military uniforms opened the car door and jumped out, with their backs straightened, swords raised and swords raised, and with indifferent expressions they set up a cordon at the scene of the traffic accident and officially took over the order of the place.