My fruit shop became popular in the world

He Zhiqiang came to the boss's office on the second floor, the door was ajar, revealing a glimmer of pale light.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and found that besides his long-time partner Yuan Qi, there was another person who made him dislike him.

Wu Neng, the new lobby manager of the restaurant.

The whole office was filled with smoke, He Zhiqiang frowned and walked in anyway.

He doesn't like the smell of smoke, and as a chef, it's disrespectful for customers to let himself smell of smoke.Fortunately, today's work has ended, at least it will not affect the guests.

He also knows that Lao Yuan is a smoker for many years, and he has reminded him many times. He said he would quit before, and he did quit for a while, but since Wu Neng, who is also a smoker, came back, he started smoking again. stand up.

"Old Yuan, what do you need from me?"

He Zhiqiang never calls Yuan Qi the boss, because in his heart, the two are not just an employment and employment relationship, but partners.

Back then, the two opened Sillage because of their like-mindedness. There were only three people in the small street shop of less than ten square meters plus the dishwashing staff.

Looking back now, although the conditions in those days were much more difficult than now, it seems that there were more and more pure happiness.

At least, once Lao Yuan became addicted to smoking, he would definitely not smoke in the restaurant, but went outside to smoke.

Yuan Qi glanced at his old partner complicatedly, tapped his fingers on the table with a cigarette in his hand, and said in a non-enthusiastic tone, "Sit down."

He Zhiqiang noticed Wu Neng's eyes, which were pretending to be calm and gloating, which made him very unhappy.

This person is said to be a distant relative of Lao Yuan. After the former lobby manager resigned, Lao Yuan brought him along, saying that he had also studied at a French culinary school, so he was more than enough to be a lobby manager.

Indeed, in some more sophisticated Michelin restaurants, many lobby managers are chefs, so that they can serve customers well.

At the beginning, He Zhiqiang was quite happy. He thought that with a professional lobby manager, he would be able to manage the restaurant better and better.

But after a period of observation, he found that this Wu Neng was really incompetent, and he didn't even know some basic common sense.

After inquiring, I found out that the so-called cooking school that Wu Neng studied was a pheasant school, the kind that gave certificates after paying money.

However, Wu Neng also likes to point fingers at He Zhiqiang, either because he thinks that the ingredients He Zhiqiang uses are too expensive, or because he secretly pokes and mocks He Zhiqiang for being too arrogant.

These are trivial matters. What He Zhiqiang can't bear is that he is not dedicated and professional enough to the guests.

As a qualified lobby manager, you must keep an eye on six roads and listen to all directions, and actively understand the needs of each customer, whether there are any taboos, which drinks are more suitable for the food ordered, and so on.

But Wu Neng not only failed to do it, but also liked to be lazy and play tricks.But the glib tongue coaxed Lao Yuan to be submissive and turned a blind eye to his behavior.

After a moment of silence, Yuan Qi poured a cup of tea for He Zhiqiang and entered the topic: "Old He, I heard that you are researching new dishes recently?"

"Yes, I plan to launch a finger orange set meal." He Zhiqiang glanced at Wu Neng.

Yuan Qi usually doesn't care much about the kitchen, but if he suddenly intervenes, it's probably because of the ear tricks.

Yuan Qi's voice suddenly turned up: "So you signed a contract with this fruit shop privately?"

"..." He Zhiqiang took a deep breath, "Old Yuan, I remember you said before that you can give me the greatest freedom in purchasing ingredients."

Yuan Qi was taken aback, and his tone weakened: "I, I did, but this matter involves a relatively large amount of money. You shouldn't have signed the contract without discussing it with me."

He Zhiqiang said quietly: "Then if I asked your opinion in advance, would you agree?"

Yuan Qi was at a loss for words again.

Although some restaurants currently use finger oranges in their dishes, finger oranges are expensive and the profits are relatively low, so he is unwilling to do business at a loss.

In his opinion, their restaurant is already so popular that they can't make enough money. There is no need to research any new products. Isn't this enough to support them?

"Chef He, if you do this, you don't respect the boss very much." Wu Neng said coldly, "By the way, Chef He, you wouldn't... reach a deal with that fruit shop in private, right?"

"!" Yuan Qi immediately became alert, "Old He, you..."

He Zhiqiang was furious when he heard the words: "Wu Neng, don't spout blood."

"I'm sorry, Chef He, I'm also thinking about our restaurant. If it's a misunderstanding, it's the best. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case." Wu Neng said sorry, but there was no sign of remorse in his eyes .

"Old Yuan, you know, I'm not that kind of person." Seeing Yuan Qi's expression changed, He Zhiqiang said immediately.

Yuan Qi took a deep look at him with complicated eyes: "Old He, I am willing to believe you. But you signed contracts with other fruit shops without saying a word, what will other colleagues think? What if other people follow your example in the future? ?”

"That's right, that's right, we are a formal restaurant, the rules must be established, and the system can't be just a fake one." Wu Neng chimed in.

He Zhiqiang ignored Wu Neng's clamor, fixedly looked at Yuan Qi, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said desolately: "I understand."

He should have known earlier that Lao Yuan was no longer the old Yuan he used to be, he had become Boss Yuan.

After being awarded two Michelin stars, Yuan Qi no longer paid as much attention to the dishes themselves as in the past. He began to find ways to cut costs and pursue the highest profit.

Of course, this cannot be miscalculated. After all, opening a restaurant is not doing charity, and it cannot make people lose money.

But what made He Zhiqiang dissatisfied was that in order to reduce costs, Yuan Qi replaced the original food supplier and chose another manufacturer with lower quality but more favorable price.

He also plausibly said: "Why do you have to be so serious? Anyway, most of the guests can't tell the difference."

Looking at Yuan Qi who was guilty and looked away, He Zhiqiang suddenly realized that in fact, old Yuan had wanted to kick him away a long time ago.

Because he insisted on using the freshest and highest quality ingredients, the operating costs increased and they were delayed from making money.

He twisted the corners of his mouth, he didn't expect to be able to laugh at this time: "Old Yuan, I think I should go."

"Old He, calm down." Yuan Qi persuaded hypocritically, "Our restaurant cannot live without you."

He Zhiqiang gave him a mocking look, and Yuan Qi couldn't speak any more.

"Let's get together and get away." He Zhiqiang said softly.

After saying that, he left the office without looking back.

Returning to the dining area on the first floor, He Zhiqiang took off his chef's uniform, walked to Xuanchu's table, and bowed deeply.

"He Shen?" Several people looked at each other, not understanding what this meant.

He Zhiqiang said calmly: "You may be the last table of guests I serve recently."

"Why?!" The three people except Xuan Chu said in unison.

Xuan Chu showed a thoughtful expression, and asked, "Is it related to Zhicheng?"

"Mr. Hu, I'm really sorry. I'm afraid the contract I signed with your store before will be void." He Zhiqiang smiled wryly, "I resigned from Sillage."

Xuan Chu opened his mouth, wanting to say something comforting, but his intuition told him that He Zhiqiang didn't really need it.

A person with a strong heart, even if he falls down a hundred times, can stand up at 1 times.

He asked He Zhiqiang: "What are you going to do next? I think with your reputation, other French restaurants in Tianhai should rush to get you, right?"

He Zhiqiang smiled self-deprecatingly: "I probably won't work for others anymore. I want to be my own boss and open a private French restaurant. When the time comes, I will come to Mr. Hu to cooperate with you. You don't mind?"

Xuan Chu smiled: "Of course you are welcome, I will send you a flower basket when it opens."

The four of them took a taxi back, first sent Yonago and Sun Lang home, and then went to Student Street.

Zhang Chao lived in the school, and Xuan Chu stopped by, got out of the car, and the two discussed what happened today while walking.

Zhang Chao said with emotion, he never thought that someone as powerful as He Zhiqiang would be kicked by the boss when he ran out of use. The workplace is really dangerous.Fortunately, he met such a good boss as Xuan Chu, what a blessing for three lives.

Xuan Chu was amused: "Hey, are you flattering me like this all of a sudden because you want to raise my salary?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his face changed drastically, to the extent that even Zhang Chao's carefree personality could be seen.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Zhang Chao asked cautiously.

Xuan Chu didn't answer him, but ran away suddenly.

Zhang Chao was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and stumbled after him: "Hey, boss, wait for me!"

When Zhang Chao finally caught up, Xuan Chu was staring blankly at the empty fruit shop.

"Brown Sugar woke up?"

Zhang Chao knew that Brown Tang had been lethargic recently, and the little guy was still snoring before leaving.But right now, the little guy is not sleeping soundly in the original place, and he doesn't know where he went.

Zhang Chao didn't know the actual situation of Brown Tang, but Xuan Chu knew very well that it was impossible for Brown Tang to wake up early.

Unless... there are uncontrollable factors happening!

Zhang Chao was still looking for brown sugar all over the store. He thought that brown sugar was playing hide-and-seek with them on purpose.

Xuanchu said woodenly: "You don't need to look for it, the brown sugar is not here."

Zhang Chao wondered: "Why isn't it here? Didn't we close the store before we left? Where else can it go?"

Xuan Chu's eyes turned cold: "Brown Tang didn't run away by himself, he was taken away by someone."

Before he even arrived at the fruit shop, he noticed a strange smell in the shop, and only then did he guess that there might be something special happening.

Sure enough, the brown sugar disappeared.

At the same time, two strange breaths appeared in the store.

Following the breath, Xuanchu found that a window in the store had been broken by someone, presumably the other party sneaked into the fruit store to steal the brown sugar in his sleep.

Seeing the broken window, Zhang Chao was dumbfounded: "This, this is too..." It's unbelievable!

What was the thief thinking? He didn't steal other valuables in the store, but he spent a long time trying to steal a Chinese pastoral cat?

"What should the boss do? Should we call the police?" Zhang Chao was at a loss.

He waited for a long time but did not see Xuan Chu's answer. He turned his head and saw that Xuan Chu's expression was cold and stern. Heartbreakingly cold.

He subconsciously took half a step back.

Realizing that Zhang Chao was still present, Xuanchu reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Zhang Chao, the dormitory is about to close, you should go back to sleep first."

Although he has graduated, Zhang Chao applied for a temporary dormitory as a place of residence because he was directly admitted to the school as a graduate student.

Zhang Chao refused at first, and wanted to accompany Xuanchu to the police station to report the crime, but Xuanchu finally persuaded him to go back with the reason of "Why don't you go back and help me post a cat hunting notice online".

After sending Zhang Chao away, the last trace of warmth on Xuan Chu's face completely disappeared.

He opened the Putuo Mountain chat group, and quickly typed: "Brothers and sisters, do me a favor..."

***

There is no moon or stars tonight, and the night wind is noisy.

A small truck was driving silently on the winding mountain road, like a ghost in the dark.

This is an old road. After the expressway was opened in Tianhai City, there were very few other vehicles on this road except for some trucks to save tolls.

At this time, there were hardly any cars on the mountain road, and the two people on the truck chatted to prevent dozing off.

The bald man was driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the edge of the car window, with a cigarette in his hand, puffing.

He said: "I heard that the quality of our goods this time is very good?"

The tall man in the passenger seat was also smoking. He smiled and gestured: "Isn't that right? If all these cats and dogs are shot, at least this number must be."

The bald head glanced at it for a while, and was startled: "No way, it's so high?"

"You don't understand that, do you?" The tall man said complacently, "There are a few special ones in this batch that can be sold at a high price."

"What breed? Could it be competition grade?" The bald head has a certain understanding of pets, and knows that even for the same breed of pets, competition grade is not a little bit more expensive than ordinary pets.

The tall man said mysteriously: "The competition level is awesome! Do you remember that black cat?"

The bald head had an impression: "The one from the fruit shop? I've wanted to ask for a long time. This black cat looks like a wild cat. Why do we have to go to such lengths to catch it?"

The tall man sneered: "Ordinary? This cat is not ordinary. Have you seen the video of the flying cat saving people on the Internet before? The protagonist is this black cat. Let me tell you, if this cat is sold, it will not be lower than this price." !"

He compared a number.

The bald man doesn't surf the Internet very much, so he doesn't know about it, and only after listening to the tall man's explanation did he know why.

In Shanling Province next door to Nanzhou Province, some people are secretly collecting various animals.He has no requirements for breed pedigree, the only requirement is: these animals must have something special.

"Either they are very smart, or they are very strong... In short, as long as there is a unique skill, even if it is a mouse, that local tyrant is willing to accept it, and the money is very happy." The tall man said happily, "Think about it, this cat even It’s been on all the hot searches, it’s special enough!”

"Really!" The bald head said with emotion, "I didn't expect this car breed of cats and dogs to be inferior to a native cat."

"Bang bang bang!"

While speaking, there was a muffled crashing sound from the trunk of the car.

The faces of the two changed slightly, and they hurriedly stopped the car to check the situation, and found that a husky had woken up, found himself trapped, and was hitting his head against the hard-pressed carriage.

The tall man's expression changed slightly: It's not the first time they have done this kind of reselling of pets. They were all fine before, and this situation has never happened before.

He asked the bald head: "Is there a problem with the anesthetic?"

"I spent a lot of money to get this medicine, there can be no problem!" The bald head denied it.

Now is not the time to pursue responsibility. It took a lot of effort for the two of them to control Husky and inject anesthetic into it, so that it fell into a deep sleep again.

The bald head wiped the sweat from the top of his head, gasped and said, "This dog is really strong."

"Don't waste time, let's go." The tall man urged.

He looked around vigilantly, and for some reason, he always felt that there were a pair of eyes nearby watching his every move.

Hula la.

A gust of wind blew by, and the trees on the side of the road swayed vigorously, making a sound like a baby crying. In this silent night, this movement was particularly strange.

The bald head is not small, otherwise he wouldn't be in this line of work.But this situation still made him fearful: "Quick, hurry back to the car."

The two got into the car in a hurry, rolled up the windows, and the wind was blocked, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The bald head started the engine, but the car had only taken two steps when a sharp sound was heard, and then the car body sank heavily.

The bald head cursed and said helplessly, "The tire is blown."

Fortunately, they still had a spare wheel, so the two had to get out of the car again to change the tire.

"It's really bad luck tonight!" The bald head cursed and crawled out from under the car, his whole body was so dirty that he couldn't see it, even his bald head was covered with dust.

The tall man patted him on the shoulder: "Forget it, brother, after this order is over, we can rest for at least half a year!"

The two were about to get into the car, when a faint voice suddenly sounded behind them: "Do you want to leave now?"

"...!"

The bald head didn't dare to turn his head back, and asked his companion tremblingly, "Were you talking just now?"

The tall man asked back, "Isn't it you?"

The voice behind him spoke again: "It's me."

Harsh screams sounded in the mountains and forests, and the bald head was so frightened that his calves trembled. Fortunately, the cab was not far away from him, so he almost climbed up on hands and feet, closed the door forcefully, started the truck at the fastest speed, and swished rush forward.

The tall one was a bit unlucky, he almost missed the car, and could only watch helplessly as his companion drove the car away, uttering a series of unbearable abuse.

"He left you and left." The voice chuckled and said in a lively tone.

The tall man didn't dare to look back, his legs were shaking like chaff, and he stammered: "Okay, man, I have money, a lot of money, I'll give you whatever you want, as long as you can spare my life! "

"But it's not your money I want."

The tall man almost fainted, and said in a crying voice, "Then what do you want?"

"I want my stuff back."

Accompanied by the voice, the truck that had driven more than ten meters away suddenly stopped, and then rushed towards the cliff ahead at an extremely fast speed!

In the driver's seat, the bald head was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the steering wheel as if it was controlled by a pair of invisible hands, turning it around on its own.

The dashboard was spinning like crazy, and he stepped on the brakes desperately, but instead of stopping, the truck sprinted forward at an even faster speed.

100 miles, 120 miles... 160 miles!

God, can this van really go that fast? !

There is a turning point ahead, if you don't stop immediately, there will only be one end.

"Help!" The bald head looked at the approaching cliff in fear, his eyes were tearing apart, and he almost fainted.

"Squeak!" The sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground pierced the night sky, and just as the truck was about to rush towards the cliff, the car stopped urgently.

Looking down from a high altitude, the front of the truck exceeds the edge of the road and hangs in mid-air. If it moves an inch further, the truck will overturn.

In the cab, there was a smell of urine, and the bald head lost control.

Because of the huge impact of the emergency brake, the bald head hit the front window of the car, and a big lump instantly swelled up on the forehead, causing the whole face to contort in pain.

However, he didn't even dare to hum, and stared in horror at the figure that was hanging in the air and couldn't see his face clearly outside the car window.

"Ghost...Ghost!" After this series of surprises, he finally couldn't bear it and passed out completely.

Xuan Chu couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

What a jerk, he is a nine-tailed fox!

The light was dizzy, but the tall one was still awake.

When Xuan Chu stopped the car just now, he wanted to run, but his legs were disobedient, let alone running, he couldn't even stand up!

His psychological quality is still better than that of a bald head, at least he is still awake.

But maybe that's not a good thing either.

He watched helplessly as the "Master Ghost" waved his hand, and with a "click", the lock on the trunk of the truck fell off automatically.

The car door opened, and an unpleasant smell came out, which was the smell of a variety of animals mixed together.

Xuan Chu snapped his fingers, a beam of light illuminated the interior of the carriage, and this time he could finally see the situation inside clearly.

The carriages are filled with cages of various sizes, and each cage contains animals, with cats and dogs being the most, followed by some uncommon pets such as parrots and snakes.

Xuan Chu saw brown sugar at a glance.

The little guy was also locked in a cage and fell asleep, unaware that he was almost stolen and sold by animal dealers.

Fearing that the animals would make trouble midway, these pets were injected with a sufficient amount of anesthesia and fell into a deep sleep.

Only an adult husky was awakened by the movement outside, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail, looking curiously at it.

Xuan Chu raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This familiar smell...he actually met a dog demon here!

There is an indistinct demonic aura in this husky, probably a little demon who has not become a spirit for a long time.

This was the first time he saw a husky become a spirit, and he almost recognized it as a wolf demon—well, if the dog's eyes weren't so wise.

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles caused by the two huskies, Xuan Chu waved his hand, and the huskies fell asleep again.

"By the way, I almost forgot you were there." Xuan Chu looked at the tall man who was trying to curl up into a ball and pretended to be an invisible person.

The tall man curled up into a ball: "You, don't come here!"

Xuan Chu cast a contemptuous look: That's it?This person dares to steal cats and dogs, but now he is scared?

He wanted to teach the bald and tall guys a good lesson, but this is in the human world, even if he is not from this world, since he is here, he has to follow the rules and regulations of the human world.

He just snapped his fingers, and the tall man passed out like a husky, and happened to be face down on a pool of excrement left by an unknown animal by the side of the road.

About half an hour later, a loud siren sounded from afar.

Xuan Chu spat out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, brushed off the non-existent ashes on his clothes, jumped nimbly, and disappeared into the night.

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