Lei Feng, who was wandering around, slept all night in his small storefront of only about ten square meters. Although the place was not that good, he couldn't sleep soundly. Not only did he sleep soundly, he also let out silly smiles from time to time, with a trickle from the corner of his mouth.
A wisp of saliva.
"Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang!"
A knock on the door roused Lei Feng from his sleep.
"Who?" Lei Feng roared dissatisfied, his face full of displeasure.
I just dreamed that I was sleeping with my wife and that girl named Mo Qingyan. Just when I was about to get down to business, a birdie came knocking on my door. It was so fucking disturbing.
After roaring, the knocking on the door suddenly stopped. Lei Feng wiped his saliva, turned over and prepared to continue dreaming. But just as he closed his eyes, the knocking on the door came again.
"Brother, brother, I'm here for an interview." Yang Ganglie's voice came from outside the door.
"I told you to come at nine o'clock, you come so early to summon the soul!" Lei Feng roared.
"Brother, it's already half past ten."
It’s half past ten? Lei Feng scratched his head and glanced at the sunlight coming through the door. He muttered unhappily and got up and opened the door. As a person with a strong sense of time, he must take things seriously when he agrees.
fulfill.
Opening the door, Yang Ganglie stood at the door in a suit and leather shoes, with a flattering smile on his face.
Lao Lei took out a cigarette, lit one, yawned, and took a good look at Yang Ganglie.
"Hehe." Yang Ganglie chuckled.
"You're laughing!" Lei Feng glared fiercely and rubbed his swollen lower body.
"Brother, you are so mighty." Yang Ganglie praised Lei Feng.
"You're stupid, this is called Chenbo." Lei Feng rolled his eyes, pointed at the broken desk and chair and said, "Move it out and put it away, prepare for the interview."
After receiving the order, Yang Ganglie immediately moved the broken table to the door, sat upright opposite, and ordered a bowl of beef noodles very carefully.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Lei Feng picked up Pride and Prejudice, sat down, and his face darkened when he saw the beef noodles.
"What are you doing? Are you going to bribe me?" Lei Feng glared at Yang Ganglie in displeasure and said, "You know I don't like beef noodles, but only big meat buns."
"How about I go buy steamed buns..."
"Forget it, let's work together. Don't treat yourself to food or drink every now and then. I'm very strict with myself."
A sense of justice appeared on Lei Xiao's face, and he slurped down a large bowl of beef noodles with soup and noodles.
Clicking his tongue, Lei Feng began the formal interview.
"Name?"
"Yang Ganglie."
"age?"
"eighteen."
"gender?"
"..."
"political status?"
"Hey, brother, I don't have any political background. Don't you know me?"
With a "pop" sound, Lei Feng slapped the book on the table and said earnestly: "Comrade, you have to demand progress!"
"I have been a Young Pioneer."
"Just work together." Lei Feng said with a serious face: "Although my requirements are a bit harsh, my place is definitely a good place to train and improve people. If nothing else, my treatment alone is enough to make people better.
A group of people are jealous."
"What kind of treatment?" Yang Ganglie asked carefully.
"What kind of treatment?" Lei Feng glared: "Fried chicken for the people! As long as you do something for the people, it is noble, and as long as you can put yourself in the people's shoes, it is the most direct manifestation of moral values. Don't think of what I think.
Like those profiteers, the purpose I pursue is that I am for everyone and everyone is for me. I said, why is your political consciousness so low? Really!"
"Let's do this. Pay us 30,000 to 50,000 yuan first, and let me improve your moral cultivation and political consciousness one-on-one. Let me make it clear first that this money is not for me to eat, drink, and have fun, but to represent your attitude. Understand.
Well, attitude, attitude determines everything."
"Only three thousand two..." Yang Ganglie took out the cash he had on him.
Lei Feng grabbed it and stuffed it into his big pants, nodded and said: "I am not a stubborn person, I know how to keep pace with the times, and I can definitely pay it in installments. In order to show my fairness, I will calculate it according to the interest rate of the installment payment.
"
"I……"
"What are you? Now enter the interviewer's Q&A. First, your IQ will be tested to see if you can engage in the sacred work of frying chicken for the people, which is a highly moral and sentimental job."
"Brother, you ask." Yang Ganglie sat upright.
Lei Feng thought for a while, and a question about IQ came up.
"There is a monkey riding on a tree and seven monkeys on the ground. How many monkeys are there in total?"
Yang Ganglie was stunned for a moment and replied without thinking: "There are as many monkeys as you say."
Hearing this answer, Lei Feng looked at the boy in surprise for a long time: "Okay, I don't think he has a high IQ."
"Hey, brother, let's stop making trouble. Except for Fan Wei, everyone in the country knows this question."
"Okay, IQ is passed, please listen to the second question." Lei Feng nodded and said: "The second question is based on the first question and tests whether you are suitable for business. Please listen to the question:
It was said that Wang Er bought a sheep for 200 yuan and sold it for 300 yuan, then bought it back for 400 yuan and sold it for 500 yuan. How much money did Wang Er make?"
"You still have to ask?" Yang Ganglie curled his lips and said, "I made two hundred yuan."
"Wrong!" Lei Feng slammed the table and shouted loudly: "Wang Er didn't make a penny, but lost money!"
"Impossible!" Yang Ganglie argued.
"You know what the heck?" Lei Feng said disdainfully: "If Wang Er bought the sheep for two hundred yuan and sold it for five hundred yuan, wouldn't he have made a profit of three hundred? These second-rate goods have to be traded back and forth.
If you make a hundred less, doesn’t that mean you lose a hundred?”
Yang Ganglie was stunned for a moment after hearing this theory. After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that it was indeed very profound.
"Although you didn't answer correctly, you still know how to make money. Let's move on to the next question." Lei Feng held a cigarette in his mouth and thought deeply for a while: "The vertex of the known angle α coincides with the origin of the rectangular coordinate system.
On the positive half-axis of the x-axis, the terminal side passes through the point p(-1,2), and find the value of sin(2α+π)."
"Ah?" Yang Ganglie opened his mouth wide.
"No way? Let's change to a simple one: given sinα+sinβ=, cosα+cosβ=, find the value of tan(α+β)."
"..."
With a "pop" sound, Lei Feng slapped Yang Ganglie hard on the head and cursed: "You can't learn mathematics well. I think you can only work in the underworld in this life! Give me this first
Complete the two questions and then take the retest!"
"I……"
"Pa", Lei Feng slapped Yang Ganglie on the head again and said: "If a young man doesn't work hard, he will be miserable. Without knowledge, how can he gain a foothold in this world of the jungle?"
Yang Ganglie was a little confused: "I...I just came here to fry chicken..."
"Damn it, don't you need math to fry chicken? Take off your clothes!"
"Undress?"
"Nonsense, fried chicken requires fried chicken overalls. If you want to fry domestic chicken well, you must dress like me!"
"..."
Ten minutes later, Lei Feng walked out in a suit and leather shoes, and Yang Dongsheng was wearing flowery pants and a large vest, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Maintain a turnover of five thousand a day - don't make me cry, you don't know how easy it is to sell my chickens. My goal is to make one million in the shortest time, don't screw it up for me.
.”
Earn one million by selling this? Yang Ganglie said he absolutely did not believe it.
However, Lei Feng was complacent and said earnestly: "Although you are just an internship for the time being, your internship must look like an internship. Otherwise, how will you sell it after I leave? Will you be able to sell chickens?"
Yang Ganglie shook his head: "I prefer eating chicken."
"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat." Lei Feng glared: "Selling things and shopping around are completely different from the underworld. You have to be popular. If you want to be popular, you have to shout well."
"Why are you shouting?" Yang Ganglie asked.
"Learn more," Lei Feng cleared his throat, stretched out his fist towards the street and shouted loudly: "Punch KFC, kick McDonald's, our purpose is to fry chicken for the people! Don't miss it when you pass by, come and eat me
Come and eat my chicken! Have you learned how to do it? Especially the last sentence must be full of murderous intent. If you don’t tell others to eat your chicken, how can others think of eating your chicken? Come on, roar twice and try.
try!"
"I..." Yang Ganglie shouted in a low voice: "Come and eat my chicken, come and eat my chicken..."
"Sissy, you are still a gangster. You must be full of murderous intent. Full of murderous intent. I tell you, this is our sign. If you smash my sign, I will not slap you!"
Under this kind of threat, Yang Ganglie stared angrily and roared loudly: "Come and eat my chicken, come and eat my chicken!"
The loud voice spread throughout the snack street. The eldest girl and the young daughter-in-law cast disdainful looks at her and chose to take a detour when they were going to pass by.
"Haha, not bad, I have qualifications." Lei Feng nodded with satisfaction, took out a cigarette and lit a cigarette coolly and said: "Okay, brother, let's go, do a good job for me, and when you are done, I will introduce you to a wife.
"
After saying that, Lei Feng, in a suit and leather shoes, walked towards the Shenhai Huating Community with great strides.
Standing at the door of the fried chicken restaurant, Yang Ganglie watched Lei Feng leave, then waved to everyone around him.
A group of hooligans gathered around, waiting for his orders.
"Listen!" Yang Ganglie pointed at the group of gangsters and said: "Stand one every ten meters and shout loudly. From today on, I will start working in the sacred industry of fried chicken. If the daily turnover is less than 1
Wan, I will throw you all into the river to feed the fish!"
"Hey, Mr. Yang, have you been deceived by that lunatic?" a gangster asked.
With a "pop" sound, Yang Ganglie slapped the gangster hard in the mouth and cursed fiercely: "You know what the heck, how can you guess Brother Lei? He is an expert, a real gangster, a fighter among gangsters!"
"
The young bastard who was beaten looked aggrieved, but immediately smiled and offered advice: "Young Master Yang, we all pay attention to the beauty effect now. There are so many ladies in our place, lined up, are you afraid that the sales will not be enough for ten thousand? If it doesn't work anymore,
We can do a promotion, buy one get one free, a real gift, what do you think?"
What he said made sense. After Yang Ganglie thought about it for a moment, he immediately felt that this plan was a good one.
"Why are you still standing there? Find someone and bring all the girls in the place over for me, and I'll give you a big discount, buy one, get one free!"
The gangsters broke up and ran in all directions.
A few hours later, the entire snack street was filled with girls in revealing clothes, vying to grab passers-by: Sir, do you want to buy chicken? There is a big discount, buy one, get one free, only 388...
