Tender trapping

Zhuo Minghui's behavior at school has always been a bit strange, at least in Ran Xu's view, this person is a bit uncertain.

He seems to enjoy causing trouble, but it's not every day that he behaves badly.

Most of the time, he is like an ordinary boy who is tired of studying, sitting at the back of the classroom doing nothing, or playing games in the rented apartment outside the school.

But every one or two weeks, Zhuo Minghui will definitely do another stupid thing of bullying others.

It's like intermittent convulsions, and this time it may just fall on Ran Xu's head.

Keep it at a respectful distance, this is the most common practice among classmates, and of course there are things like Sun Cheng, who are directly pasted on it as a follower.

Ran Xu shook his head, trying not to let himself think about the bad things in school.

The accommodation conditions at the No. 300 Academy of Fine Arts in the city were not very good, but the price was very cheap. The counselor applied for a bursary for Ran Xu, and he only needed a symbolic payment of two or three hundred yuan a year.

Therefore, even if he didn't want to meet Sun Cheng, Ran Xu had no other choice but to bite the bullet and live in the dormitory.

Fortunately, these two days, Sun Cheng was too busy trying to curry favor with Zhuo Minghui, so he didn't have time to trouble him.

On the weekend, Ran Xu went to Minority to work as usual, and before leaving, he deliberately took the key from "1980" with him, and prepared to return it to Zhuo Wenlang.

At this time, the north has officially entered winter, and the leaves have withered and yellowed and fallen off, spilling on the sidewalks before they have had time to be cleaned.Ran Xu raised his foot and deliberately stepped on the dead leaves, listening to the cracking sound of them, and comparing the loudness of the sounds made by different leaves.

This is a new fun he found for himself after he came to the north.

Recalling the first autumn when he came here, he saw the red, orange and yellow fallen leaves for the first time, and he was so excited that he almost jumped up - at that time, he felt that everything would be a new beginning, and that a busy and developed city would accommodate all the people he brought. flawed past.

However, more than a year later, the excitement of the first arrival has almost been wiped out, and the days are still going on as usual, and those things that make him painful are still there, like a dog holding a person's shoes and socks.

But with the coming of this winter, the excitement seems to be regained because of a man named Zhuo Wenlang.

Ran Xu counted his steps and went straight to 1980.

It was less than eight o'clock in the evening, it was already dark, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased, most of them were young men and women in fashionable clothes.

Ran Xu's eyes skipped the street scene, and looked in the direction of 1980...the lights were dark there, and it seemed that it was not open for business.

This is very strange, since it is the busiest time in this commercial street, why would the shop choose to close at this time to thank customers?

Ran Xu didn't give up, so he dragged his steps and got closer, until he saw the "Closed Business" sign hanging behind the glass door, and then he confirmed it.

1980 is not open tonight.

He wasn't sure if the store usually closed earlier, or if it was just an accidental stop today.

Perhaps, he could call Zhuo Wenlang and ask - Ran Xu had already saved his phone number in his phone after sending a text message last time, but the two of them hadn't been in touch since then.

Indeed, after all, for Zhuo Wenlang, his identity should be nothing more than a "little classmate who was bullied by his younger brother", and it would be inappropriate to disturb him hastily.

But after thinking about it, Ran Xu felt that it was about the "key". It was such a big deal, so a phone call shouldn't be too much, right?

Just as he was standing at the door, he was suddenly stopped by someone from behind.

"Ran Xu, why are you wandering around here? The manager should catch you for being late."

The one who spoke was Mao Kang, a colleague Ran Xu met in Minority, a few years older than him, a very talkative northern guy.

"No, I..." Ran Xu took a step back, glanced at the store in 1980, and changed the subject, "By the way, do you know the normal business hours of this store?"

Mao Kang frowned and thought for a while, and finally came to a conclusion: "I didn't pay attention."

"Is this the toy store that opened here recently?" Mao Kang put his arms around Ran Xu's shoulders, and the two brothers led him towards the nightclub happily, "I took a look at it before, and I think girls will like it things...how, you also like the toys here?"

"No, I don't want to buy something." Ran Xu shook his hand quickly, his cheeks flushed a little.

"Oh, I'm just kidding you!" Mao Kang laughed loudly, put his palm on Ran Xu's shoulder, and patted it twice, "Even if you like it, you can't afford the toys here, and a doll is worth several months of your salary Ah, alas! This is a capitalist!"

Mao Kang talked eloquently and gossip about this toy store with the unique humor of urban wage earners.

He said that according to recent urban legends, "1980" was originally an affordable luxury toy brand in Hong Kong City, but now it has caught up with the trend of reform and opened to the mainland.

But few parents in mainland China will spend a lot of money to buy a small luxury to give back to their children. Everyone’s impression of toys is still on water guns, spinning tops, and dolls. Buy a Barbie doll that costs one or two hundred. This is considered a good family condition.

"1980" came to the capital with the main purpose of testing the waters. After all, the turnover outside the mainland is very high, and the turnover is not bad.

Ran Xu was surprised when he heard this, and quickly asked: "Then do you know who the boss is?"

"Boss?" Mao Kang stopped abruptly. He didn't seem to understand why Ran Xu asked this, but he still shared the information with him honestly, "I don't remember, it is said that she is an old lady from Hong Kong City. It's better to care about whether there is a big money to share the tip tonight."

He chuckled twice, and dragged Ran Xu into the door.

When Ran Xu heard the word "old lady", he realized that he was thinking too much.

Also, although Zhuo Wenlang had an extraordinary bearing, he dressed very low-key.In the TV series I watched in Hong Kong earlier, all the masters and young masters of rich families were dressed in fancy clothes, three suits, and all kinds of gemstone finger rings.

Besides, which big boss would personally take care of the business of a branch, Zhuo Wenlang should be the branch manager of this store...

When Ran Xu changed his work clothes, he was absent-minded and buttoned a wrong button. It was only after Mao Kang reminded him that he recovered from his trance.

"What are you thinking, kid." Mao Kang gave him a chestnut, "Something has been wrong since just now, why, something happened?"

"No." Ran Xu denied, and felt ashamed that he had thought about giving Zhuo Wenlang "according to the title" just now, so he hurriedly greeted Mao Kang and rushed to the back kitchen.

Due to his inconvenient legs and feet, as long as it is physical work, Ran Xu suffers somewhat. Even if he works in the back kitchen, he is often scolded.

The chef originally wanted him to wash and wash the dishes, but Ran Xu accidentally stepped on the water on the ground and fell into the mud, which caused the chef to be furious and asked him, what can you do, you trash? What? !

Later, Ran Xu really found something he could do—he was in charge of making the fruit plate.

Don't underestimate the matter of fruit bowls. You must know that the most sold item in nightclubs, besides drinks, is fruit bowls.

Ran Xu often wonders how a fruit whose purchase price is only a dozen or so pieces can be cut and placed on a plate, and then transformed into a worth of 68, 98, 188... In short, the pricing figures are auspicious and frighteningly expensive.

In the nightclub at that time, the fruit plates were mainly sold to the "big money" who bought booths, and they came up to give away a plate, and the next night, those young masters would order more.

Of course, if the asking price is expensive, you have to live with face, and if the presentation is not beautiful enough, you will always be criticized by the public.

Ran Xu is surprisingly good at this, firstly because of his own art background, secondly because he learned sculpture from his father when he was a child, and he didn't abandon the technique when he grew up.

Apples that bloom into flowers, watermelon peels carved into phoenixes, kiwis embedded in pineapples, etc., for Ran Xu, after a little practice, it's no problem.

Occasionally, when the workload is not too heavy, he will carve an extra bauble and put it on the fruit plate, just as a small surprise for the guests.

Today's work is also as usual, there are not many people before 09:30, after Ran Xu cut a standard fruit plate that comes with the deck, he made a few chubby bunnies out of cherry tomatoes and put them on the side , Take it out with the fruit plate.

On weekend nights, the number of guests gradually increased, and as the work in hand became more busy, Ran Xu didn't have the time to deal with what was there, and all quickly made fruit plates according to the standards set by the back kitchen.

The weather was still cold, and he sat alone in the corner of the back kitchen, curled up.

The chef at the other end was still yelling loudly, saying that the preparation was too slow, and saying that today's purchase was not fresh.

Mao Kang, who came to serve the dishes, heard this, and sneaked up to Ran Xu's ear and murmured: "Today, a rich man came, and he packed up several booths in one go. There are a lot of snacks. Take it easy, don't mess with me here." To that fatty Zhang."

Fatty Zhang is the chef, named for his extraordinary size.

Ran Xu responded, and then quickened his movements.

However, his troublesome physique seemed to be ready to show his strength again at this time. Fatty Zhang called out his name, and walked towards him with his eyebrows raised, his hands on his hips in a very fierce manner.

Seeing this, Ran Xu hurriedly asked what was going on.

"Just now a customer found hair in your fruit plate! How did you check it?!"

There is hair in the fruit plate...he has short hair, where did the hair fall in.

Ran Xu knew that Fatty Zhang was looking for trouble again today, so he didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he apologized: "I'll make another one for the customer now."

The fat man was determined to find fault, and immediately said: "The money for the fruit plate will be deducted from your salary!"

This is not acceptable, the price of a fruit plate is worth half a day's wages.

Ran Xu frowned and was about to refute, when Mao Kang suddenly called his name at the door of the back kitchen.

"Ran Xu!" His voice was urgent, "The big money outside is looking for someone who makes the fruit plate."

"What?" Ran Xu didn't react at all, and then his scalp tightened in conditioned reflex, "What happened? Fruit plate, what's the problem?"