"Boss, the counterattack force of your table is too great. Look, my hand is red from the slap. Should I compensate my hand?"
Mengyu asked with a smile, but in fact, her hands were not even a little red?
So everyone was shocked. You broke someone's table. You should have compensated the boss, but you blamed the boss's table for having too much force and hurting your hand?
Isn't this too shameless?
Behind Nan Mingzhu, another girl wearing a flowered shirt that turned white after washing said angrily: "How can you be so shameless? Action force is equal to reaction force. You attack the boss's table first, and then the table counterattacks you. You
How can you blame someone else’s table? You should compensate the owner for the table!”
Mengyu said a long "Oh": "It turns out that the person who struck first should compensate the person who fought back. But my status is much higher than that of this table, so the owner of this table should compensate
I, classmate Huang Zifeng, what do you think?"
After everyone heard Mengyu's words, they realized that she was waiting here.
Yes, Classmate Jiang and his group are waiting here for dinner. Before the meal is served, you, Nan Mingzhu, bring people to scold them. It’s like the table gives you the power to fight back. What’s wrong with them fighting back?
If you hit the table first, can you blame the table for giving you a reaction? You hit someone else's table and you have to pay for it, but you hit them first, and they don't want you to compensate them.
If you want to show off your status to others, no wonder they will pat the table for you to see.
The status of a person is incomparable to that of a table, so compensation must be paid. Those who just said that the status of the deputy courtyard's daughter is different from that of the peasant's daughter are even more unreasonable.
What's more, in this society where everyone is equal before the law, at least on the surface, you are just saying that the status of the daughter of the deputy courtyard is different from that of the daughter of a farmer, or even that it is insulting to put the daughter of the deputy courtyard together with the farmer.
It makes no sense anymore.
The people on Nan Mingzhu's side were speechless for a moment. Especially the girl who just said that putting Huang Zifeng and Wang Huilan together was an insult to Huang Zifeng. They shrank their heads again and again, trying to reduce their presence as much as possible.
"A classmate just now said it right. It's obvious that I should compensate the boss for the table, rather than the boss compensating my hand for being hit red by the table."
Mengyu said this, took out a hundred yuan from her pocket and handed it to the boss: "Boss, I'm sorry, this is the money to compensate for the table. Can you please bring another table over so that we can eat better?"
The boss was very happy and thought he had met an unreasonable boss. Who knew that he just used his table to talk things over?
He quickly said: "Okay, okay, I'll bring another table right away. But this table doesn't cost so much." This kind of table only costs fifty yuan a piece.
Mengyu took out another five hundred yuan: "Okay, there's no need to settle the account. These five hundred yuan are our meal money today. Let's eat freely. Boss, give me all your signature dishes.
Come up!"
At this time, this kind of student restaurant charges low fees and uses small profits to promote sales. Generally, a treat only costs ten or twenty yuan, but Mengyu spent two hundred yuan. Not only the boss was happy, but the girls who came to eat with him were also happy.
:"play antics!"
The boss was even more happy: "Okay, okay, I'll arrange it right away."
Huang Zifeng felt dissatisfied when she saw Mengyu only focusing on arranging meals and ignoring her.