After staying up all night, Tang Hao arrived at the time to get off the plane at 6:30 in the morning. Although his face was tired and his eyes were red, he still felt energetic and reluctant to leave the computer.
It was a pity that he had to leave, he really didn't have a penny left in his pocket, and he had stayed up all night for two consecutive nights, and his body couldn't bear it if he stayed any longer.
"I'm afraid I'll have to sleep until late at night again. Unfortunately, my parents should be back in the evening..."
Thinking about it, Tang Hao, who seemed to be at a disadvantage, walked through the narrow aisles of the black Internet cafe, carefully avoiding those "comrades" who were fast asleep after half the night.
After leaving the Internet cafe, there was only a faint hint of morning light in the sky. When the cool morning breeze blew, my whole body shivered.
However, this coldness not only did not make him more awake, but instead made him seem to be drained of energy and energy, and his whole person became sluggish.
The consequences of staying up all night for one day and two nights finally came out. The overwhelming fatigue and sleepiness made him speed up his pace, and he chose to take a shortcut through the alleys to go home.
Surrounded by urban villages, the pace of life is slow. The streets are deserted and deserted after six o'clock in the morning, not to mention some small alleys.
Dark, deep, silent, cold.
If he normally encountered this kind of situation, Tang Hao might have been frightened for a moment, but at this time, he had no intention of thinking about it at all. He just wanted to go home quickly, fall asleep, and walk quickly through the alley.
Sudden!
Whoosh!
A black shadow rushed past and then disappeared into the shadow of the alleyway.
And Tang Hao also disappeared!
"This is the food I should eat, hey, hey..."
Smells and gasps, intoxication and madness, coldness and cruelty, strange hoarse whispers echoing in the darkness.
Then, there were screams and sounds of biting and swallowing that echoed through the sky.
…
"Here, buns."
At 7:30 in the morning, Xia Xu rushed to the consulting company to open the door on time just like yesterday.
Today Tang Youxin came a little later than yesterday, but she still brought him a breakfast.
"What's wrong with your face? Is your makeup not evenly applied? There's still powder on it."
Xia Xu unceremoniously took the milky white plastic bag handed over by Tang Youxin and pointed at her right cheek with a smile.
There was a trace of white powder there.
"No...no, I just forgot to wash my face."
Tang Youxin looked embarrassed and wiped it quickly, but even if she didn't wipe the blush that gradually climbed up her cheeks, it was almost covered up.
"This... is so ugly."
Xia Xu suddenly spoke up.
Of course, these words were not meant for Tang Youxin.
Xiaobaihua is originally the kind of pure beauty that is natural and unadorned. No matter how much makeup is left on, it will not look ugly.
This ugly sentence was directed at the 'baozi' in his hand.
Normally, the steamed buns sold outside should not only have nice wrinkle patterns, but at least they should be symmetrical in size and look like steamed buns.
However, the few buns in his hand stood out from the crowd. None of them were the same size, and some looked like dumplings and steamed buns, while others looked like Shaomai steamed buns. But none of them looked like buns.
But soon, Xia Xu suddenly realized and quickly changed his words: "No, this is... fresh and refined, yes, yes, fresh and refined, very artistic, using one kind of food to make another kind of food, this kind of advanced
The cooking concept is simply more advanced than molecular gastronomy.”
After struggling to find a few words of praise, Xia Xu looked at Xiao Baihua tentatively: "Did you do it?"
"I just happen to be studying."
Xiao Baihua looked evasive and fled into the store.
"That's quite a coincidence."
Xia Xu chuckled, but didn't follow him.
To avoid embarrassment, I stayed in front of the store for a while. Not long after, Yang Bowen drove over in a blue truck.
"Boss, please help me."
"coming."
Xia Xu quickly stepped forward to help unload the goods.
In the car were some sofas, tables, chairs, reception desks and the like that he ordered. Anyway, Yang Bowen was a truck driver before, so I simply asked him to transport them.
Although the consulting company does not really want to operate, it still needs to do what it should do. After all, this is the name and the card. Even if Yang Bowen often goes out to find people, he always has to have a place to stay and clock in to work to have a sense of belonging.
At the same time, I can also find something for Tang Youxin to do. She usually cleans and waits at the store on weekends, works as a receptionist, etc. If she doesn't do something, even if she was fooled last time, she probably won't be willing to work here to get paid.
Even if we don't talk about the benefits of kindness and friendship, it is always right to recruit such a five-star talent to his subordinates in advance, and the meager salary paid is not worth mentioning.
"But this money is really worth it..."
After calculating the balance in the card, Xia Xu felt a little worried again.
Only when you have money in your pocket will you not panic. In modern society, the strength of people's confidence often depends on the thickness of their wallet.
If you have money, you can do anything with half the effort. If you don't have money, you can't do anything. Before doing anything, you must first weigh your own financial situation. If you look forward and backward, you will lose more than you have gained from the beginning.
Originally, his savings of nearly 60,000 yuan was more than enough to support his high school career, but as the expenses for his business increased, it became a bit stretched.
The store rent deposit and furniture cost almost 10,000 yuan. Yang Bowen's basic salary alone is 8,000 yuan a month. If things are done well, there will always be some bonuses or something.
Adding in his own expenses and a little salary to Tang Youxin, 60,000 yuan is really useless.
I originally thought I could make a fortune from the old man at the construction site, but now I don't even see the old man's shadow at all. If it drags on for a while, he may not even have enough principal to pick up the missing items.
"Lao Yang, Zhang Jianmin, please hurry up. Also, go to these construction sites and keep an eye out every day to see if you can find an old man selling antiques..."
Thinking that the old man's affairs at the construction site were not settled and that he would have to go to class again tomorrow, Xia Xu could only add more burdens to Yang Bowen.
"The old man who sells antiques?"
Yang Bowen first nodded to express his understanding, but stopped talking for a moment and still couldn't help but said: "Boss, you don't want to buy antiques, do you? I don't know much about this, but I heard someone say it when I was pulling building materials for the construction site.
One thing, those antique sellers next to the construction site are all scammers who pretend to be workers at the construction site to deceive people."
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid. I can even see people clearly. Is it possible that I could be deceived by a liar with fake antiques?"
Xia Xu smiled dumbly.
"That's right, I'm talking too much."
Yang Bowen scratched the back of his head and chuckled.
Thinking about it, the little boss of my family has very vicious eyes. Even if he can't understand antiques, he has seen people with his own eyesight. It's not like he can spot a mere liar at a glance. He is just a carrot.
Not worried anymore.
"This is the key to the store. You can take it first. If you have time to come to the store in the morning, you can open the door yourself. You don't have to come if you don't have time. The key is that Zhang Jianmin's whereabouts must be known as soon as possible, and the old man at the construction site must also try his best to find it."
Xia Xu continued to explain, and at the same time threw a copy of the key in the store over.
Yang Bowen caught the key accurately and asked doubtfully: "Shall I open the door myself? Boss, do you have something to go out these days?"
"No, I just have to go to class."
Xia Xu shook his head.
Yang Bowen said in surprise: "The boss is still in college? No wonder he looks so young, he is young and promising."
"It's high school, and I'm classmates with Youxin."
Hearing this obvious flattery, Xia Xu rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"High...high school?"
Just now, Yang Bowen was indeed pretending to be surprised and trying to flatter him. After all, Xia Xu had a tender face, and even if he was wearing a suit, he could still smell a bit of a student. At a glance, he could tell that he was at most a college student.
But now that he heard 'high school', he was really shocked.
Although it is not common to start a business in college, it is not uncommon, but a high school student who is still in school runs out to start a company by himself?
It's simply unheard of! If he hadn't already experienced the magic of his boss, he would have doubted whether he had been deceived into a pirate ship.
In China, there are not so many stories about high school dropouts starting their own businesses in garages as there are abroad.
Not to mention how difficult it is to own a "garage" in China, it is difficult to allow a high school student to delay his studies to engage in such things due to ideological and cultural issues, and his family will neither agree nor feel reassured.
Besides, even if they agree, how many parents can spend so much money on their children? How many high school students can rent a store and pay employees a salary of seven to eight thousand?
"Boss, you're not one of the rich second generation who came out to gain experience, are you?"
"No, but don't worry, I can still afford your salary. As long as you work hard, you will have a bright future."