blockhouse

"Front, turn left," Mom sat in the co-pilot and showed Dad the way, "Pass the intersection ahead and you'll be there."

Gu Zhong sat on the back seat, looking at the street view from the window, various small grocery stores in Linjian, snack bars, vegetable stalls on the side of the road, and Internet cafes where the prices can be seen at a glance, RMB [-] per hour , no more.

The destination of their trip was a certain college, and when the car was in front of it, Gu Zhong saw a small sign by the door, with black characters on a white background.

"I feel a little sad," he said.

"Because of your miserable grades, you can only go to a miserable school," Mom said, "get out of the car."

"I haven't been paid for living expenses yet," he said.

"Fifty," Dad said.

His mother took out 50 yuan and handed it to him: "Go home for food and lodging every day, and go home for food, lodging and sleep on weekends. It's 10 yuan a day. Is this a fair price?"

"Retaliation," he said, "can you pay for a month at a time?"

"Do you want it?" Mom shook the money.

He grabbed the money and opened the car door.

Many students who came to register gathered at the gate of the school. A girl cried and shouted: "I want to go home! What a broken school! Is this called a university! I want to go home! I want to repeat!"

"It's heartbreaking to hear," Gu Zhong said while holding the door of the car. The combination of such a simple school gate and the miserable cries created a perfect sense of tragedy, which made him a little upset, "Mom..."

"Then you go back and repeat?" Mom said.

"Goodbye." Gu Zhong closed the car door, touched the 50 yuan in his pocket, and walked into the school gate following the girl's cry.

The moment the car door closed, Dad's disdainful voice squeezed out from the crack of the door.

That's all.

The school's orientation process is as simple as the school gate. Gu Zhong felt that he hadn't fully experienced the feeling of going to college, so he was already sitting in the classroom listening to the teacher in charge.

Although he was not in the mood to experience it.

The homeroom teacher is a very kind-looking middle-aged woman. Gu Zhongxin absently glanced at her ears and heard that she seemed to be also serving as a counselor, so he couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Okay, then let's introduce myself and get acquainted with each other," said the class teacher, "Start from my left."

Everyone in the classroom turned their heads to look to the left.

Gu Zhong noticed that he was on the left hand side of the head teacher when everyone's eyes were on him, and he was the first one.

"My name is Gu Zhong." He introduced himself feeling bored. The last time he introduced himself like this was already in the first year of junior high school.

"Let's talk at the top," the homeroom teacher waved at him, "Everyone can see each other clearly."

Gu Zhong sat without moving.

"Excuse me?" The head teacher laughed, "Then stand up and talk in your seat."

"I've finished talking." He continued to sit still with some helplessness.

The class teacher looked at him with some embarrassment.

Everyone looked at him.

After a stalemate for a while, he had to stand up with strong resistance to this elementary school self-introduction.

"My name is Gu Zhong." He repeated.

The class teacher looked at him with a smile, and he also looked at the class teacher.

After being silent for almost ten seconds, the head teacher said, "It's gone?"

Gu Zhong glanced into the classroom, and the same doubts were written on the faces of the students.

"Anything else?" Gu Zhong asked, thought for a while and then added, "Male, Han nationality."

There was laughter in the classroom.

The head teacher looked at the list in his hand: "Shouldn't your name be Gu Zhongzhong?"

"Ah," Gu Zhong looked at her and felt that he had been shot in the chest. He had finally let go of his discouraged state, and said weakly, "Yes, middle school two."

That's right, Gu Zhongzhong was the name on his ID card.

It is said that the name was given to him by his grandfather. He has always felt that an old man like his grandfather who has read poems and books and just drags a few words can give his grandson such a name, which always gives him a feeling that his father is not his own son.

He has fought for many years to change his name but has not been successful, because his father thinks he is sick, so there is only one name, what is his name?

What happened to Zhongzhong, Dad said, how cute.

However, Gu Zhong didn't spend long in the pain of being named out again. After the simple military training at school, he decided to go to work.

Because he found that compared to the name, the living expenses that are not enough to drink a cup of milk tea a day are more painful.

He didn't plan to ask his family for money. Based on his many years of bitter experience in confrontation with his father, let alone asking for more money, his father might be able to cut back the ten yuan that day if he asked.

He is going to work.

He wants to prove that he is an awesome person with facts.

In addition to going to school like a bad luck for eight lifetimes, and finally only passing the exam in such a simple school, and the occasional small fight... oh, and long-term back and forth with his father, he is not useless.

He is also a man who can bear hardships and support himself, no, he can provide his own pocket money!

There are also a few in the class who go to work, the Internet cafe guards at night and surfs the Internet, and the supper stand helper also picks up skewers... Gu Zhong thinks these are too unstyled. He has already gone to college like this, and it is not enough to work Pulling up and pulling up is simply an internal injury.

So after walking around the neighborhood for a few days, he walked into a coffee shop.

The name of the cafe is "Pao".

It's very small, and you can see the inside at a glance when you stand at the door, but it actually has three floors.

Gu Zhong felt that this place should be called "Baolou".

The blockhouse doesn't look new from the outside, but inside it looks like the decoration is not finished, and a few windows are still empty.

He confirmed the recruitment notice posted at the door, and then walked in.

After entering the door, I realized that the store should not be renovated, but more like a mess after a fight.

There was only one man in the store, smoking a cigarette, standing by a broken window with his back to the door, looking out.

Hearing someone coming in, he turned his face to take a look, met Gu Zhong's gaze, and then turned back.

Gu Zhong stood at the door for a while, seeing that the man didn't intend to turn his face away, he could only ask in embarrassment, "Is the boss there?"

The man turned his head again, looked at him for a long time before saying: "Yes."

"Are you the boss?" Gu Zhong saw that there were no other people in the store, "Is your store recruiting staff?"

"Huh?" The man was stunned for a moment, then looked at him again as if he remembered something, walked to the door and tore off the recruitment paper, "I forgot to tear it up."

Gu Zhong opened his mouth and said nothing.

The man grabbed the torn paper and returned to the window, smoking a cigarette and continuing to look outside.

Gu Zhong was stunned for a while, making sure that this person had no intention to continue talking, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

As he stepped out of the store, he heard the man ask, "Do you want to apply?"

Although he already felt that this store was very unpleasant, but out of the high standards and strict requirements for his part-time job, he still stopped and answered: "Yes."

"Sit down." The man put out his cigarette, lifted a chair from the ground with his feet, and sat down at the table.

"Didn't you say you forgot to tear it up?" Gu Zhong picked up a chair without shoe prints from the fallen chairs, and sat opposite the man.

"Well, I already recruited enough people," the man looked around, "I'm scared away... the name."

scared off?

Gu Zhong was taken aback for a moment before he noticed that there was a problem behind this sentence: "My name is Gu Zhong."

"Take a look at your ID card," the man stretched out his hand, "Are you a student from that crappy school next door?"

ID card, broken school.

These two words hit at the same time, and Gu Zhong could feel the whistling breeze passing through the two big holes after his chest thumped and thumped.

He took out his ID card and handed it over.

"Gu Zhong...Zhong, the name is quite cute," the man looked up at him, "I thought Zhong was loyal."

"School two." Gu Zhong replied.

"Gu Zhongzhong," the man returned his ID card to him, "You..."

"Can you not call it that?" Gu Zhong looked at him.

The man looked at him for a while, then nodded: "OK."

"Thank you." Gu Zhong sincerely expressed his gratitude.

"Secondary two," the man said, "My surname is Qi, and my name is Qi Yue. Do you know anything about coffee?"

Gu Zhong stared at him for a long time: "What did you call me?"

"You said it yourself, Gu Zhonger," Qi Yue said, "Did I get it wrong?"

"My name is Gu Zhong," he emphasized again, "Gu Zhong."

"Do you know about coffee?" Qi Yue asked again.

"...Drink it often," he replied not very confidently, "Go to the store or make it yourself at home."

"Instant?" Qi Yue looked at him.

"No."

"I'm in a hurry here. You start tomorrow. Come here when there is no class." Qi Yue stood up, took a business card from his pocket and threw it in front of him, "My phone is on it."

Gu Zhong took the business card and looked at it. Qi Yue had already stood up and was about to go upstairs. He hurriedly chased after him: "Then what about the salary?"

"Oh forgot." Qi Yue turned around and came back to sit down.

When he walked out of the coffee shop, Gu Zhong didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

Qi Yue's absent-minded performance makes people feel strongly that he beat off the original owner and snatched the store, and the messy scene of a fight scene can completely confirm this guess.

But he still decided to go, because the money is not bad, much better than the vigil at the Internet cafe and the supper stall lighting the stove, especially when he returned to the dormitory and saw that he bought a bottle of water today and only had seven yuan and fifty cents left for living expenses ...

"Gu Zhong, do you want to go to the basketball game?" Several people in the dormitory were about to go out, and asked Gu Zhong who was still sitting on the bed thinking about his miserable life.

"Basketball game?" Gu Zhong was taken aback.

"Well," someone replied, "from the technical secondary school department."

"What?" He stood up in shock, "The technical secondary school department? Where is the technical secondary school department?"

"The technical secondary department of our school, don't you know that the building in front of the school belongs to the technical secondary department, but they come in through the side door."

It was only then that Gu Zhong realized what was going on with the building next to the school gate.

Secondary school?

Although I said that I didn't know what to say when I went to this school, but it was still a junior college, and there were still children from technical secondary schools on campus?

The school's venue is also quite simple, with only one football field and two basketball courts in total. The basketball game of the technical secondary school took up the new basketball court. Turned around and walked away.

"Where are you going?" Someone asked.

"Go home." Gu Zhong said.

What a simple but not simple school!

The means of transportation for him to go home is a bicycle, a very cool one, which he bought after a week of fighting desperately with the battery car that his mother wanted to give him.

The battery car is good, it saves time and effort, but it is not stylish enough. He would rather waste time and effort than pedal a cool bicycle.

He stopped when he passed the gun tower on a cool bicycle.

It's a bit early to go home at this time, and maybe he will be classified by his father as not doing business properly, especially after finding out that the school is still working part-time in a technical secondary school, he is not in a peaceful mood and is prone to conflicts with his father.

He doesn't want to upset his father now, ten yuan a day is money.

When he walked into the door of the blockhouse shop, he was suddenly a little surprised. In an hour at most, the shop that was messy before had been cleaned up, and a worker was installing windows.

Qi Yue was leaning against the edge of the bar with his arms folded, when he saw Gu Zhong coming in, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Two?"

"What..." Gu Zhong frowned, feeling a little annoyed, especially when he saw that besides the glass-filling workers, there was another person sitting at the corner table.

In front of so many people!

But before he finished speaking, Qi Yue glanced at the man, and said with disdain in his voice, "Is this the man you called?"

Gu Zhong couldn't understand what he heard, the man glared over impatiently, and asked in a very arrogant tone: "Who the hell are you!"

The cannonball on top of Gu Zhong's head was instantly lit: "Your father."

Qi Yue next to him burst out laughing, turned to the back of the bar with a smile, and put his arms on the counter.

The man lifted the table and stood up.

That's right, Gu Zhong looked at the crooked table, he always wanted to lift the table once, but never found the opportunity, his father did it twice, but the table at home was heavy, so he couldn't get the momentum out.

"You're looking for death, aren't you?" The man walked up to Gu Zhong and said viciously in a suppressed voice.

"Well, I'm looking for you." Gu Zhong nodded.

"Hey," Qi Yue knocked on the bar, "I need to call out."

The man suddenly turned his head and stared at Qi Yue.

"Don't understand?" Qi Yue took out a cigarette and lit it, holding the empty cigarette case in his hand, "I'll count to three and go out."

The man didn't move.

"One, two, three." Qi Yue threw the cigarette case away and walked out from the bar.

"Get out for me!" The man pointed at Gu Zhong's face, turned around and walked outside quickly.

"Damn." Gu Zhong followed him out without knowing why his head was burning.

"Why go?" Qi Yue asked from behind.

"What do you think?" Gu Zhong turned around and said angrily.

"If you are told to go out, go out," Qi Yue clicked his tongue, and helped the table up, "call you two, and you will really be second."

"Who are you calling Er!" Gu Zhong couldn't control the fire that he sent out before he had time to burn Qi Yue.

In fact, it’s normal to burn it. Isn’t it because of the gun he was lying on?

"What's the matter with you?" Qi Yue asked, "Don't tell me it starts tomorrow?"

"I..." Gu Zhong gritted his teeth, "I want to get familiar with the environment first."

"Oh," Qi Yue went over and pulled down the rolling gate at the door, "Come on, let me get you acquainted."

Gu Zhong was stunned, and the person outside the door who was waiting for him to go out for a one-on-one challenge was even more stunned than him, standing there with his mouth half open, not knowing what to do.

"There are two floors upstairs," Qi Yue led him upstairs, "Generally young couples will come up, it's convenient to hold hands and make a boo."

"...Oh." Gu Zhong followed behind him.

"The bar is monitored," Qi Yue said, "If someone goes too far, you can bring a glass of water."

"...Mmm." Gu Zhong looked at the second floor, the afternoon sunlight streamed in through several round windows, making it very comfortable to look at.

Qi Yue took him around the third floor again, and then went downstairs. The person who had made an appointment at the door and was forced to release pigeons had disappeared.

"Yo, run away," Qi Yue went over and opened the shutter door again, "Second, you..."

"Can I change my name?" Gu Zhong's anger that had just calmed down was hooked up again.

"Are you hungry? Want something to eat? My treat." Qi Yue sat down at the table.

"Eat | Shit." Gu Zhong said angrily.

"I really don't have one right now," Qi Yue pressed his lower abdomen, thought about it and said, "Chuan'er, how about I invite you..."

"What did you call me?" Gu Zhong's voice was a little out of tune.

"Isn't your name Gu Zhongzhong?" Qi Yue said, "I don't like others to call you Zhongzhong..."

"So you put the two characters together for me, right?" Gu Zhonghuo was almost out of breath.

"Ah." Qi Yue nodded.

"Boss Qi," Gu Zhong looked at him sincerely, "Can you just call me Gu Zhong?"

Because there were still workers in the store, Qi Yue didn't take him too far to eat. He went to a nearby bakery and ordered some snacks and two cups of milk tea.

"There's nothing to eat in the shop today, I'm starving to death." Qi Yue ate snacks while drinking milk tea.

"I actually came here to get acquainted with the situation," Gu Zhong sighed, "I don't need to eat."

"It's okay, I often treat the clerk to eat," Qi Yue said, "I'm used to it."

Gu Zhong was in no mood, so he stopped after taking two sips of milk tea.

"That guy just now," he asked, "what did he do?"

"The little gangsters nearby," Qi Yue said while eating, "came to cause trouble."

"The one collecting protection fees?" Gu Zhong raised his eyebrows.

"Excited?" Qi Yue glanced at him, "Are you looking forward to it?"

"...No," Gu Zhong quickly retracted his eyebrows, flicked the milk tea cup, "Did he smash the store?"

Qi Yue smiled: "If he dares to smash the store, will he be so obedient if I tell him to go out?"

"Yes." Gu Zhong nodded.

"Don't be afraid," Qi Yue said, "the store was destroyed by a fight. After the beating, I have to clean up by myself. This kind of thing doesn't happen once a year. Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Gu Zhong sighed.

Qi Yue finished his snacks and milk tea, took the cup of milk tea in front of him and drank it up, then stood up: "You don't like milk tea?"

"You didn't give me a chance to continue drinking," Gu Zhong said, "I just drink slowly."

"What a big misunderstanding," Qi Yue patted him on the shoulder, "Come to the shop tomorrow for coffee, drink whatever you want."

There was no class in the afternoon of the second day, so Gu Zhong ate something casually in the school cafeteria and then went to the gun tower.

There were two tables of guests in the store, Qi Yue was not there, and there was a little girl standing at the bar, she looked like a junior high school student, and was skillfully frothing milk.

"Hello." Gu Zhong greeted her.

"Are you Gu Zhong?" The little girl glanced at him, "I'll come over later, please help me close the bar first."

Qi Yue looked like he was only in his early thirties at most, but he actually had a [-]-year-old junior high school girl?

A gust of wind blew in the center of Gu.

rogue!

He picked up the rag that the little girl handed over and began to wipe the water on the countertop. The little girl said beside him, "Thank you, Brother Chuaner."

Brother Chuaner?

Brother Chuaner?

What is this?

There was another gust of wind in Gu Center.

"My name is Gu Zhong." He stopped holding the table and took two deep breaths, "Gu, Zhong."

"Oh, I know," the little girl nodded, "Is your nickname Chuaner?"

"No," he gritted his teeth, "nor is it called two."

"Huh? Let's call you Little Brother Gu," the little girl said, "My name is Qi Maomao."

"... Oh." Gu Zhong glanced at her.

There were no customers at this time. After Qi Maomao served the coffee and snacks ordered by the two tables, he had nothing to do, sitting behind the bar and playing with his mobile phone.

Gu Zhong couldn't find anything to do for a while, so he took a rag and wiped down the tables on the two floors upstairs.

I didn't take a closer look yesterday, but this room is very thoughtful in many details, all kinds of cute little ornaments and small pots of meat on the table are very interesting.

It's just that these designs are not in the same style as Qiyue.

When Qi Maomao came downstairs after wiping the table, he was carrying his schoolbag and was about to leave: "Chuan'er... Brother Gu, I'm going to school."

"Are you leaving now?" Gu Zhong immediately felt a little uneasy, "Then I..."

"Here is the price list," Qi Maomao opened the drawer and pointed, "You can just collect the money, and you will do what someone orders. Now it's usually coffee and drinks, and you only make steak and dinner at night." Pizza."

Gu Zhong has no time to be surprised that a small broken coffee shop also sells steak and pizza, and Qi Yue can also do such things as steak and pizza. What he is worried about now is that he will be blind to the pile of machines behind the bar. , I don't even know which one is for what.

But he didn't dare say he wouldn't.

He could only hope that the two tables in the store would stop ordering.

A clerk who prayed that customers would not come and ordered nothing when he came, stood behind the bar anxiously waiting for the boss to appear soon.

But just like his name was always mentioned when he didn't want to, his prayer didn't work. A girl at the table by the window raised her hand: "Waiter."

Gu Zhong bit the bullet and walked over.

"Have another cappuccino," said the girl.

won't do.

will drink.

Gu Zhong was a little desperate, hesitantly glanced at the table, and pointed: "Isn't there a cup?"

"Ah?" The girl was taken aback, "This cup is what my friend wants."

Can't you both drink from the same glass?

Still not a girlfriend?

Still have a spirit of sharing?

"Would you like a cup of mocha?" Gu Zhong asked struggling, at least he didn't need to froth the milk.

"No," the girl smiled at him holding her chin, "I want a cappuccino."

Then why didn't you order it just now?

Gu Zhong turned around and returned to the bar.

Do you want to say that there is no milk? He put a freshly opened one-liter carton of milk on the bar counter into the cabinet door below.

Just when the girl looked this way for the third time and Gu Zhong pretended to be busy for the third time, the store door was pushed open, and Qi Yue walked in with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Boss Qi," Gu Zhong almost wanted to rush over to hug his leg, "You're here."

"Just call me brother." Qi Yue said.

"Brother Qi," he whispered, "that table ordered a cappuccino."

Qi Yue glanced at him without making a sound, took the cup and poured coffee on it, and when he reached for the milk, it was empty, Gu Zhong quickly took out the milk hidden in the cabinet door and handed it to him.

When Qi Yue was frothing milk, Gu Zhong kept staring at him. After watching for a while, he shifted his attention to the cigarette he was holding: "Won't the ashes fall into it?"

"I don't know," Qi Yue turned to look at him, "Because I haven't met a clerk who can't froth milk."

"I..." Gu Zhong was a little embarrassed, "I don't know the ratio."

"Oh, that's right." Qi Yue smiled and poured the foamed milk into the cup.

Gu Zhong hurriedly took the tray to the girl who seemed to have lost interest in cappuccino.

When he returned to the bar, Qi Yue threw a booklet in front of him: "The ratio is all there, go back and have a look."

"Oh." He took the booklet and opened it for a glance.

The gust of wind in my heart howled again.

English.

There is not a single Chinese word in all English.

Too capable.

He took the brochure home and studied it, and picked out the coffee in the store for comparison. In fact, except for a bunch of introductions, the real production method is not too difficult to understand. You can almost understand it by looking at the illustrations.

However, for a completely inexperienced clerk like him, it is estimated that Qi Yue will leave him if he has no time to recruit people in a while. Maybe after a few days he will recruit skilled workers, so he should leave?

With this feeling that he would be fired at any time because he was useless, he went to the store without eating lunch the next day.

Anyway, let's figure out how to use those machines first.

Qi Maomao wasn't here today, and Qi Yue was lying on the table by the window, not sure if he was sleeping or in a daze.

"Brother Qi, I..." He walked over and whispered.

"Chuan'er is here?" Qi Yue turned his head.

"Can we not make fun of our employees?" he asked.

Qi Yue didn't answer him, and raised his hand to look at his watch: "You didn't eat shit?"

"What... what?" He was stunned, and almost couldn't control the fist he wanted to swing.

Qi Yue leaned on the chair and stretched: "I asked you what you want to eat yesterday, but you didn't say you want to eat..."

"I don't want to eat!" He growled under his voice.

"Then what do you want to eat?" Qi Yue stood up and walked towards the back kitchen, "Want to eat steak? The business has not been very good these two days, and it may not be sold out. We can eat it."

Gu Zhong didn't speak, just stared at Qi Yue's back, after he stood up, Gu Zhong realized that he was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt today, and he only found out until now.

So surprised.

"Do you want to eat?" Qi Yue turned around and asked again.

"You have flowery arms?" Gu Zhong walked up to him, staring at the large tattoo on his arm, "What's the tattoo?"

"Let's eat beef short ribs." Qi Yue went behind the bar and took a shirt and put it on. "The price of this stuff is not in the same space as this one. I can't sell it every time. I eat it all by myself."

"...Then you don't need to sell short ribs." Gu Zhong said.

"But I like to eat." Qi Yue glanced at him, "Eat it or not, if you don't eat it, you can eat | Shit."

"You almost lost your appetite," Gu Zhong sighed, "Of course I ate it, what do you do?"

"Yeah." Qi Yue entered the back kitchen.

Gu Zhong followed behind and wanted to go in, but was stopped.

"I can't watch it?" He was a little unwilling. A flower-armed owner of a coffee shop who can make beef short ribs is quite curious.

"You are the waiter in the front hall, not the cook." Qi Yue closed the door of the back kitchen.

He had to go back to the bar and look in through the window between the bar and the back kitchen, but unfortunately the angle was wrong and he couldn't see anything.

Just about to poke his head in, Qi Yue's face suddenly appeared in front of the window: "Chuan'er, learn to froth milk when you have time."

"...I see." He felt that he was about to lose the strength to resist this new name helplessly.

The milk froth is not too difficult. The machine in the store is very steamy, and it can almost be frothed, but the froth is not fine enough.

After beating twice, Qi Yue took a look at it: "Those who don't know can think that you used washing powder to beat it out. It's a big bubble. I'll give you a basket and you can use it to heaven."

"Brother Qi," Gu Zhong sighed, "Have you always talked like this?"

"What kind?" Qi Yue asked.

"That's it." Gu Zhong looked at him.

"Well," Qi Yue nodded, and said as he walked towards the back kitchen, "Hold on."

Qi Yue's words made people speechless, but the beef short ribs were surprisingly delicious.

Mom likes to eat steak, so when Gu Zhong and dad hadn't become professional duel players, dad often took them to eat together, and later he only took mom.

He has eaten a lot of good steaks, and Qi Yue's level is not in a Lou Pao coffee shop, and he can't sell them all day long.

"Delicious," he nodded while twisting the pepper bottle, "I really can't tell, have you worked in a five-star hotel before?"

"No." Qi Yue was busy eating, speaking very simply.

"Then you must be a professional too?" He took the rock salt bottle and twisted it again.

"No." Qi Yue replied.

"Then where did you learn it?" He continued to ask.

"That's a lot to talk about." Qi Yue cut a piece of meat from his plate, "I'll tell you when the milk froth is smoothed."

There were no customers at noon today, so Gu Zhong went back behind the bar to froth milk after eating the short ribs.

To be honest, it hurts to play, even if I only use half a cup each time.

After finishing a large carton of milk, he stopped his hand. Although it could not reach the level of smoothness, it would not be enough to hang a basket to go to the sky.

"It's almost there." Qi Yue looked at it, and poured the milk he had used before into a big bottle, "Take it home and drink it."

"Oh." He nodded, feeling that if he was not good at school, he should be fine doing something else, maybe he wouldn't have to worry too much about being fired in two days.

Within 3 minutes of this thought, the door of the store was pushed open, and a young man came in and asked, "Excuse me, are you looking to recruit?"

Gu Zhong quickly glanced at the door, and suddenly found that the recruitment notice that was torn off by Qi Yue had been pasted back again, crumpled and torn, and he didn't even write a new one.

"Come and chat for a while." Qi Yue sat by the window and waved to this man.

It's over - Gu Zhong listened to the conversation with his ears up while wiping the cup. After listening for a few minutes, he came to this conclusion.

It's over, I'm going to be fired.

The person who came in was a skilled worker who had worked in a coffee shop before. He answered Qi Yue's questions fluently and sounded very professional.

Gu Zhong was a little discouraged.

Qi Yue didn't ask him these questions on the day he came, and if he did, he wouldn't be able to answer any of them.

After the young man left, Qi Yue sat down behind the bar and said, "He comes to work tomorrow."

"Then shall I go?" Gu Zhong asked.

"Where are you going?" Qi Yue looked at him.

"Not going anywhere, aren't you going to fire me?" Gu Zhong said.

"Did I say that?" Qi Yue was taken aback.

"Isn't that person going to work tomorrow?" Gu Zhong was also taken aback.

"Do you have any grudge against him?" Qi Yue took a sugar cube and put it in his mouth, "With him or without you?"

"No..." Gu Zhong replied.

"Then you think half a clerk is enough for my shop?" Qi Yue narrowed his eyes.

"Isn't there... Qi Maomao?" Gu Zhong said.

"She's just here to play when she's in a good mood." Qi Yue raised his head and yawned, "There must be two people in the store, so I don't have to come here all the time... But your job needs to be changed."

"What?" Gu Zhong was a little nervous.

"He's in charge of the bar, you're in charge of the rest." Qi Yue stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"What else?" he asked immediately.

"Sweeping the floor, wiping the table, serving the dishes, everything except the bar is yours." Qi Yue went upstairs after finishing speaking.

Although he can't say anything, it still feels good to stand behind the bar counter. Now that he has suddenly become a handyman within two days, Gu Zhong feels that this gap is a bit unacceptable.

It's like he can't accept that he walks back and forth on the same campus with a bunch of kids from technical secondary schools every day, and even playing basketball with the opponent may be from the secondary school, and he loses to them from time to time.

He didn't even want to go the next day. After the afternoon class, he still stayed in the classroom to study by himself.

"Gu Zhong, are you playing?" Someone asked.

"No." He lay on the table and played with his mobile phone.

When the fourth person asked him this question, he packed up his things and left the classroom.

If he doesn't want to play or go home, he can only ride his cool bicycle to the gun tower.

Diagonally across the street from the school gate was the vegetable market, and there were quite a lot of people, but he didn't slow down when he drove out of the school gate, mainly to show off his driving skills.

But as soon as he went out, before he turned into the slow lane, two people rushed past him at an astonishing speed. It looked like they were carrying some syrup on their bodies.

Gu Zhong put on the brakes, but didn't pay much attention. When he saw that there were two people behind who wanted to brake again, it was too late. The front wheels perfectly tripped them to the ground at the same time.

"I'm sorry..." Gu Zhong hurriedly said something, and stopped when he wanted to get out of the car.

Both had sticks in their hands.

The two quickly jumped up from the ground, probably uninjured, and one of them hit his handlebar with a stick: "Idiots don't have eyes!"

Before Gu Zhong could take his hand away, the stick rubbed against his hand and fell down. There was a burst of pain, and before he could get angry, the man had already started running forward.

The other stared at his face for a moment, then at his bike, then pointed his stick in his face: "Don't let me find out you're with them."

"Fuck me?" Gu Zhong felt the urge to pry open his mouth and pour some brain syrup into it.

But this person also ran away quickly, and he was suppressed back with an inexplicable anger.

What's going on these days!

Is it not happy to recruit some gods?

Do you want to burn incense?

Forget it.

Burning incense costs money...

"What's wrong with your hand?" Qi Yue asked while nestling on the small chair behind the bar.

"I don't know." Gu Zhong didn't know how to describe this inexplicable encounter, he frowned and put his hand under the faucet of the washbasin to flush it, his hand turned red a lot, and blood oozes from the broken skin.

"Fighted? Or was beaten." Qi Yue asked, took two pieces of Band-Aid from the side drawer and handed them over.

"Slapped," he took the Band-Aid, with a muffled voice, "for no reason, just like you dragged me to lie down with a gun that day."

Qi Yue laughed and went upstairs happily.

Maybe it was because the bike was too cool. When Gu Zhong was about to get off work in the afternoon, he saw a wrestling duo swaying around his bike in front of the store.

The duo also quickly spotted Gu Zhong standing inside the glass door, and pointed at him.

Gu Zhong looked at them expressionlessly, but suddenly felt a little nervous in his heart, and the nervousness was mixed with excitement.

It's the same feeling I used to have before every fight.

Nervous and excited, excited and...

"Rival in love?" Qi Yue's voice suddenly sounded behind him while he was concentrating on staring at the door, and Gu Zhong almost rushed out in fright.

"Are you waiting for you?" Qi Yue walked to the door and leaned back, looking at the people outside.

"Maybe," Gu Zhong said, "they were the ones who beat me today."

"Are you going out to play with them?" Qi Yue turned around and went to the bar to pour himself a cup of coffee, and sat at the empty table next to him.

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