My protagonist attributes have been discovered

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the passenger flow suddenly surged.

There were people coming and going in the store, and Song Yangle, who hadn't received the order, stood at the front desk and chatted with Sister Tu for a while. In the middle of the conversation, he talked about the matter between them, and paused:

"Our boss is not what I imagined."

The old god Yujie with a wavy roll on the side is spinning the pen on the ground, and the baby voice is not in a hurry: "What kind of boss do you imagine?"

Song Yangle was silent for a while, and said the most painful part of himself: "... At least, he won't say the word 'deduction of wages' to me?"

"Then you have to get used to it from now on." Sister Tu glanced at the empty stairs, then turned her head and said earnestly to him: "Because this is a sentence that our dog boss talks about most often. "

"..." On the first day of work, Song Yangle seriously considered the possibility of resigning.

"However," Sister Tu propped her cheek with one hand, a strand of hair fell to the table, and she fingered the pages of the book, showing a smile: "For you, it should be a little different."

"..." Song Yangle turned his head and saw that Taifeng was clearing the table, and asked calmly, "Why is it different?"

"You are the only human being in our store. You will die if you don't eat. He should weigh it and say that he won't deduct your basic salary from you."

"...???"

Sister Tu looked at him lovingly (?): "Don't worry, even if it's for this, he will definitely treat you better than us."

"……"autistic.

The environment here is too noisy, and Song Yangle, who has fallen into autism again, feels that he needs to find a quieter place to calm down.

Seeing the human youth with obvious intentions walking into the corner, Sister Tu put down her hands and said with emotion: "22 years old...you're still a kid, it's nice to be young."

A customer who sat near the front desk and watched the whole process smiled approvingly: "Oh, I'm still a child, that's great, are you in love? I also think of my first love."

"People like Ying Long." Sister Tu glanced at him, turned to the next page with her head down, and said calmly.

——The single old dragon who has been single for tens of thousands of years, rumored to have given birth to dozens of sons, is actually known in the cultivation world as a single old dragon who has not lost his dragon body. The top existence in the world, the owner of Shanhai Hotel, Ying Long? !

Tens of thousands of entries and detailed rules about this old dragon instantly flashed in the guest's mind, and he completely forgot about the "child" in his mouth, but in the next moment, he suppressed all these messy thoughts, just subconsciously With a more cautious and courteous attitude, he asked Sister Tu tentatively: "The shop owner has returned from Zhongshan?"

"Yeah, I came back with our new clerk this afternoon." Tai Feng walked to the freezer with a tray, and smiled: "What do you want?"

Facing the god of auspiciousness who controls the energy of heaven and earth, the guest's heart trembled, he dared not make any mistakes, and smiled apologetically: "Haha, it's nothing, I'm a small person, what can I do."

"It's good to know." Sister Tu drew notes without raising her head: "How big is the stall and how big a bowl of rice is, don't worry about nothing, the naivety is going to collapse and we are tall enough to hold it up, so I can't point to you These juniors—especially from the West.”

Seeing her explaining her background in a straight line, she wanted to sneak in to find out more information, but the Western dispatcher who had spent a lot of effort to cover up her appearance froze, facing the eyes that suddenly gathered around her, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles, He didn't dare to turn his back on him, so he could only say embarrassingly: "That's good, that's good." However, he couldn't hide the sternness in his eyes.

In the kitchen, the emaciated Taotie was diligently shaking his spoon, his green eyes fixed on the stir-fried vegetables, he swallowed, and his belly became a little more deflated.

hungry.

So hungry.

……

The autistic Song Yangle, after observing for a while, pretended to ask Taifeng passing by, "Do you need help?" But the other party refused, and said that labor is actually one of his hobbies. When he pretended to question, he still Reasonable and well-founded question: "Otherwise I will be enough to use spells, what kind of rag and small apron do I want?" Song Yangle listened, looked at the apron that was cleaned again at some time on the other party, and thought with satisfaction: Yes, I just look at it. It is only at this point that it is determined.

Plan to pass √.

Can't cook, and can't help at the front desk, Song Yangle, who is "useless" to avoid getting in the way-in fact, all readers can see that he is trying to hide his leisure-finds a small bench and puts it in the corner , After calming down for two seconds, he pondered: According to medicine, the most important intervention method in the face of autism is to be less alone. The more you are alone, the worse it is. For entertainment...for example, watching TV.

After blatantly pinning the blame on "self-closing" in front of all the readers, Song Yang raised his head with peace of mind, and watched the TV hanging on the lobby wall with relish.

It was different from the familiar Taoist advertisement he saw when he just turned on the TV. It was seven o'clock in the evening, and the TV station with a small globe spinning in the upper left corner was broadcasting the news—regular TV was not as broken as the subway TV. Shame, for the sake of advertising effect, even female ghosts are invited, and the two anchors, a male lead and a female lead, are still quite human.

At the beginning of the show, the two anchors introduced themselves first. The standard-looking female anchor spoke first, speaking in Mandarin: "Dear viewers, good evening everyone. I am your anchor, a human monk Xiqing."

The male anchor followed: "Good evening, I am your anchor, Mao Huang, a monk from the cat clan."

The female anchor took over the quick report task: "Today is April 4, 1, March 3 of the lunar calendar, and there are 26 days before the Qingming Festival. Welcome to the Shanhai Lianbo program. The main content of today's program is: Shanhai chain trade The chairman of the organization, Shebi, met with Zhongshan, the ruler of Rongguo, and Xuanwei, the director of the Underworld Management Department, visited the Western Hell, welcomed the details of the Qingming Festival, etc. Please listen to the details below."

"Shebi, the chairman of the Shanhai chain trading organization, met with Zhongshan, the king of China, at the Hexushan State Hotel. The latest content of Article No.17 of the Foreign Trade Law of the People's Republic of China and China, and I would like to express my gratitude to the Lord of Zhongshan for his consistent adherence to the principle of 'peaceful establishment of diplomatic relations'."

Accompanied by the male anchor's voice-over, in the video, the tall man with a green face and the muscular king with a tiger on the opposite side give in to each other all the way, and finally stand under the giant tree to shake hands and take a group photo with stiff faces.

"Xuanwei, the director of the Underworld Management Department, visited Western Hell and met with Satan, the Lord of Hell. Mr. Satan highly praised the relationship between the east and the west, extended a grand welcome to the master of Xuanwei Palace, emphasized that the cooperation between the two parties will be strengthened, and strongly condemned the Bad behaviors that damage the relationship between the two sides, such as violating|violating|invading the border."

In the video, there was a picture of a suspected ghost whose head was covered by a black cloth belt. The golden hair on the edge showed some self-evident information.

"Three days later, the thousandth, 350th and second Ching Ming Festival is coming. On the occasion of this festival, all Taoist temples in the cultivation world are making intense preparations for the coming peak passenger flow; Said that ghost hands will be sent to Wangchuan this year to strictly prohibit grieving ghosts, evil ghosts, and fierce ghosts with unfinished karma from escaping from Wangchuan to cause harm to the human world; for ordinary people who are still in the human world and preparing to worship their ancestors, Shanhai Lianbo reminds you: There are tens of thousands of tomb-sweeping rules, etiquette is the first, the sacrifice is not standardized, and the relatives cry, please be sure to check the things that need to be paid attention to before worshiping the ancestors, so as to prevent disasters from affecting the descendants."

Hmm... Song Yangle is a little thankful that he is not drinking water, otherwise, when he sees a Taoist with a familiar face appearing on TV in a certain Taoist temple standing at the end of a row of monks, with a sad face, he may be shocked by the TV in front of him. Cause a certain amount of physical damage——Isn't that Taoist the one who he once visited in a large Taoist temple?

"The [-]th Cultivator Entrepreneurship Conference was grandly held in XX Taoist Temple. Zhang Ling, founder of the Cultivator Management Association, gave an opening speech..."

This name is a bit familiar; this person is also a bit familiar.After staring at the monk who was giving a speech on the TV for two seconds, Song Yangle turned his head and looked at the table in the left rear.

Two seats away, the person with the same face as on TV was having dinner with a friend, noticed his gaze, turned his head for no reason, saw him, and smiled gently.

"..."

Therefore, the real great talents have actually started their own businesses, so the inference that "cultivating immortality does not make money" should be wrong.

Song Yangle thought for a while, feeling dissatisfied and satisfied at the same time.

I am dissatisfied that the Buddha I have prayed for all these years has been hammered; I am satisfied with the journey of cultivating immortality.

—Okay, I can do it again.he thinks.