Laid-off and re-employment

The happy time is always short, although Yan Zhuoying said that Zhang Bieyu had dinner with him during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but when the Mid-Autumn Festival came, Sister Tao arranged for him a live broadcast on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Traffic stars cannot live without exposure. Even if there is no show on the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yan Zhuoying still has to seize the three-day holiday to interact with fans, which can be regarded as the Mid-Autumn Festival benefit he gives to fans.

Sister Tao repeatedly told him that although his acting skills have improved a lot since he made Yan Cheng's film, this is all the opinion of the director and crew.The film has not been released yet, and no one knows how the fans and the market will react, whether others will buy it or not.

"The film will be aired, edited and released, and it will be a New Year's Eve event at the earliest, and you may join Qi Yun's group again after the next year, at least there will be no news for another month, and you must seize this part Time. Although I don’t tell you that it’s full of announcements from morning to night like a letter, but I still have to show my head from time to time, so that others will remember you.”

Sister Tao knew that Yan Zhuoying understood all these words, so she didn't need to say too much by herself. She just watched him sweating and drinking water in a vest, and couldn't help but frowned and cared again: "Even if you practice new dances, you have to do it step by step. If you jump too hard, be careful that your body can't stand it."

Yan Zhuoying put down the water glass and wiped the sweat off his face: "Don't worry, I know what's in my mind. Should the live broadcast on the Mid-Autumn Festival night be more formal or casual?"

"It's good to be casual. You have never had a live broadcast in this kind of home state. Once in a while, let fans see you in life. There must be a contrast with the stage and the show." Sister Tao said with a smile: "Everyone likes you. Look at the contrast, otherwise how could Lang Hengyan get so hot after eating Malatang."

Hearing Mala Tang, subconsciously thought of Zhang Bieyu, Yan Zhuoying smiled and nodded to say yes, then seemed to think of something again, and asked: "I heard that Chuanxin packed all the artists under the banner to Satellite TV's Mid-Autumn Festival Party?"

"Yes, a lot of people went." Sister Tao sneered when she mentioned this, and said with a look of contempt: "The advertisement said it was a gathering of talents, but in fact it was a meeting with a plate of carrots, nothing to see. Maybe it won't be as popular as your live broadcast by then."

Yan Zhuoying laughed, he still had this bit of confidence: "I think so too."

"Okay, you practice first, I'll go back first." Sister Tao got up and took out a crab coupon from her bag and handed it to Yan Zhuoying, "Bie Yu asked me to bring it to you, and asked you to redeem it in advance Eat it on Mid-Autumn Festival night."

Yan Zhuoying took a look at the crab coupon and found that the denomination was not small, it was 1599.

"He bought this crab coupon and gave it to the crew assistant who ordered the food. He said that there are just two extra coupons, and we only have one coupon for each of us." Sister Tao smiled and said.

Yan Zhuoying: "I haven't seen him for several days. Two days ago, he told me that the location of the new store has been confirmed and is preparing for renovation."

The two had a good chat a few days ago. Although the relationship is closer than before, the contact is less.

"The newly opened Wanda in the new area, thanks to you, he is really planning to call it the Arc de Triomphe." Sister Tao felt a headache when she mentioned this. "He has been very busy recently, and it may not be until the new store is finished. Quiet."

Zhang Bieyu is indeed very busy recently, the matter of the new store is one aspect, and Zhang Feifan and Gao Budong's introspection in the second store is another aspect.

The triumphant civil war has reached a fever pitch, and the current situation is that Zhang Feifan has brought out a new dish, and the difference between the two has to keep up. Although the two of you come and go, it is a healthy competition, but Zhang Bieyu also has some headaches.

Especially when the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the two sides actually quarreled over what kind of mooncakes to make.One wanted to make Cantonese-style mooncakes, and the other wanted to make Soviet-style mooncakes. Both sides refused to give in. Only Zhang Bieyu was speechless after hearing this.

Calling a half-time pause to calm them down, Zhang Bieyu went back to the second store to check the account. The menu was updated too quickly and there were too many dishes, and the cost of preparing dishes increased. Immediately, he couldn't sit still and got up to talk to Zhang Feifan.

Zhang Feifei sat beside him, lit a cigarette, and recalled that in the past, he and Gao Budong were in harmony. You cook vegetables and I make soup, and you cook fish and I kill ducks. Now I have become such an opponent. Thousands of sighs Turned into a sentence: "It was the fire that I gave him freedom."

He turned his head to look at Zhang Bieyu, and said melancholy: "Perhaps I shouldn't have let him go to be Brother Yan's assistant. Although a small dream came true, it was because I failed to maintain this fragile friendship. It was my fault."

Zhang Bieyu: ...

I think you are right in your mistake, but you have a little bit of that disease.

I can't care about people who are sick, not to mention that Zhang Feifei and himself have been friends for many years. Zhang Bieyu thought about it, and finally squeezed out a sentence to Zhang Feifan: "Please, be like a human being, and watch less TV dramas."

Zhang Feifei couldn't explain it, so Zhang Bieyu went to find Gao Budong again, but they put a high hat on him when they came up. In Gao Budong's eyes, Zhang Bieyu was his bole, which inspired his infinite possibilities.

"Brother Zhang, if I call you brother, I really think of you as brother." Gao Budong looked at him and said seriously.

Zhang Bieyu looked at him, wanting to say that I am actually younger than you, but he held back, and finally just patted him on the shoulder, telling him not to be too serious, and not to confront Zhang Feifan all the time.

Gao Budong first expressed that he knew what he knew, and then continued to persuade Zhang Bieyu against customers: "Brother Zhang, Su-style mooncakes can be eaten on the spot, let me set up a stall at the door, and I promise that the fragrance will attract people from ten miles around. come over."

Zhang Bieyu looked at him: "Is it true? Don't say that no one will come, the wild dogs from all over the world will smell the smell, and then the meat bun will beat the dog, and there will be no bullshit left."

Gao BuTong assured him that it would be okay to be different, but Zhang Bieyu was still a little hesitant, so Gao BuTong pestered him and kept saying that he was the same as the propaganda ambassador of Soviet-style mooncakes.

In the end, Zhang Bieyu was so entangled by him that he finally nodded and said: "If you want to set up a stall, just do it, just a little bit, keep your eyes open, and as soon as you see the inspection and the city management come, you will immediately close the stall and run away. Don't worry." Got caught."

Gao Butong was so happy to do it, Zhang Bieyu didn't think he could come up with something famous, at most he would catch the heat of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the limelight would disappear.

But I didn't expect that once the fortune came, it would be as unstoppable as a toad blocking a car. As soon as the mooncakes came out of the pan, the wind wafted the fragrance and wafted far away.

The filming crew called people over to buy dozens or hundreds of them as a routine operation. I don’t know which living Buddha took photos and posted them on Xiaohongshu and Dianping. The copywriting is exaggerated. It is also the level at which a vegetative person smells the smell and suddenly wakes up for ten years.

It was heavily marketed by the new media, and someone actually came by car to buy it.Even in the afternoon when there are the fewest customers, the store is full of people eating mooncakes.

Standing at the door, Zhang Bieyu looked at the land that Gao Budong had made for him, and after confirming that he had not sent money to others for advertising, he thought carefully about his experiences in the past few months.

Could it be that it is really useful to go to the temple to worship at the beginning of the year?

At that time, I saw that there were more people in the temple than the Buddha. When I was holding incense to pay New Year greetings to the Bodhisattva, I was afraid that the old man would forget about it. I reported my ID card three times while bowing, hoping that it would bring blessings and strike at it.

Half a year passed without incident, I thought it was all fake, I never expected, I never expected, since I met Yan Zhuoying on that rainy day, the world has become so beautiful, life is full of miracles.

Fufu Express may be postal EMS, and it is a little bit slower on the way from Xitian.

Wait a minute, so Yan Zhuoying Buddha hand-picked the courier to deliver blessings to himself?

Zhang Bieyu frowned instantly, and after careful calculation, he hadn't seen Yan Zhuoying for several days, and he should have been at home for several days, it's time to make up.

Looking at the time, today is the first day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, and I don't know if he has eaten crabs.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Feifan, who was lamenting that the newcomers smiled but did not hear the old ones cry, and told him to go to the door to get some fresh meat mooncakes to pack so that he could take them away.

Zhang Feifei looked at him resentfully: "Do you think I'm someone you can come and go when you call me?"

"As soon as the new store opens, you will go to the Arc de Triomphe to be the head chef. At that time, one person will dominate, is it enough?" Zhang Bieyu looked at him, "New kitchen, new kitchen utensils, new clothes, high-end ingredients, high-end appearance, enough?"

Zhang Feifei's expression was serious, and the image of himself being honored to receive the Michelin three-star medal, and then being awarded the state banquet spoon, had flashed in his mind, reaching the pinnacle of his life.

Love and hate only lasted for a moment, he turned around and walked towards the counter, still asking Zhang Bieyu: "Is one sack enough? If not, just another sack."

In the end, due to Gao's desperate resistance, Zhang Feifan only got six of them. After wrapping them in oiled paper, a piece of red paper with Happy Mid-Autumn Festival was pasted on them, and they were wrapped in a box and put in a bag.

Everyone else is resting during the Chinese New Year holidays, but restaurants are the busiest and busiest time for business. Zhang Bieyu carried mooncakes and thought about everyone’s hard work, so he didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he sent a few big red envelopes in the WeChat employee group and said hello Call them to grab the red envelopes before leaving.

He got in the car and carried the mooncakes straight to Yan Zhuoying's apartment. When he was about to arrive, he called someone and wanted to know if he was at home. If he was at home, he would bring them up. If he wasn't at home, he would just put it at the doorman.

As a result, Yan Zhuoying was not only at home, but was very nervous and told him to come up quickly.

Zhang Bieyu was taken aback when he heard that, he quickly parked the car and went upstairs with the moon cakes, he was still a little nervous when he got on the elevator, he didn't know why Yan Zhuoying was so nervous.

When the elevator opened, Yan Zhuoying saw that the door was already open and was waiting. Seeing himself as if he saw the savior, he said excitedly, "You're finally here."

"What are you doing?" Zhang Bieyu sensed something was wrong.

He took off his shoes and entered the house, and found that the decoration of the whole house was simple and plain. The sweeping robot was running around to clean the house, and there was still a strange smell in the air. Zhang Bieyu sniffed it before he could ask what it was. Zhuoying took the bag from his hand and asked, "What did you bring?"

"Could it be the food from the food stall last time?" Yan Zhuoying's expression changed, remembering the last time when he came home from eating, when he went to the bathroom the next morning, his intestines seemed to be on fire, and the flames were burning I.

Zhang Bieyu shook his head: "No, it's the fresh meat mooncakes made by myself in my shop."

Yan Zhuoying heaved a sigh of relief, but the more Zhang Bieyu smelled it, the more he felt the smell was wrong, he frowned and asked, "What are you doing at home? What kind of smell is this?"

Yan Zhuoying's body froze, and she smiled dryly at him: "I was cooking just now, but something went wrong, so I need a little help from you."

Zhang Bieyu was pushed to the door of the kitchen, and there was a burnt smell coming from inside. He watched the crab-like black charcoal on the white porcelain plate walk over, and tapped the crab shell with his fingers, and the charred shell shattered as soon as he touched it. , Zhang Bieyu gasped suddenly.

Crab of 1599, you died so badly!