So cute, can't help it

Song Qiulai was not Xu Daofu's student, but he had learned how to drive in Jianan before and spent quite a long time, so he knew more about the coaches in Jianan than the newcomers.

The basic salary of driving school coaches is generally not high, part of it depends on the commission of the teaching staff, and part of it comes from black-box operations for personal gain.

Letting students pay for meals is one of them.

Xu Daofu used to use this method. When he had time, he would take the students to restaurants of acquaintances or friends for dinner, let the students pay the bills or AA, and then he would share the money with the restaurant owner in proportion.There is no student under Xu Daofu who has not been squeezed.

But because Xu Daofu has a wide network of people, he has acquaintances in the vehicle management office and the traffic police team, so he can take care of many things in the driving school, which can save a lot of trouble. Therefore, Xu Daofu's treatment is better than other coaches in secret, and no one in the driving school said anything about it. What.

Even the principal was kind to Xu Daofu, and chose to turn a blind eye to many things Xu Daofu did in private, with a high tolerance.

Song Qiulai looked down on Xu Daofu's behavior: "Xu Daofu is still the same. Brother He, is there no one to take care of it?"

"I can't control it." Whether it is a formal driving school or an informal one, there are more or less secrets, and no one can control it.

Song Qiulai: "..."

Song Qiu came to sit down firmly, and after a while, he couldn't help stretching his neck to look at the next table.

The three children sat neatly, looking very stiff, and basically did not touch the things on the table.Xu Daofu and the other two coaches should eat, drink, and have no intention of taking care of the younger generation.

With seafood and wine, Xu Daofu quickly finished a plate of crayfish.

The coach next to him poured wine for him, and he was bored for several drinks before he could barely stop, and finally noticed the three new recruits.

"Are you a major? How old are you this year?"

"Sophomore." Wang Nan, who was closer to Xu Daofu, replied.

"Chinese language and literature major?"

"sociology."

"Oh, Yanru of my family is Chinese language and literature, I thought you are all Chinese language and literature." Xu Daofu hiccupped, and the smell of alcohol wafted out from the cubicle: "You were introduced by Yanru, you should I heard Yanru talk about me. I don’t like students who talk too much, believe me, just follow me boldly, and I guarantee that each of you can get the certificate in the shortest possible time.”

Wang Nan and Yu Wuwei laughed dryly and nodded repeatedly.

Fang Shu frowned, and subconsciously raised his hand to fan away the smell of wine. He raised his hand halfway, noticed the contract in his hand, and put it down again.

Xu Daofu still saw it sharp-eyed, and said: "There is nothing fancy about the contract. It's just a form, and the content is similar to that of the driving school. Everyone who learned to drive with me has signed this contract. You can ask anyone to see it. Is there a problem with the contract?"

"Your files have been approved by the vehicle management office. As long as you sign the contract, I can formally take you to learn driving tomorrow."

This was the second time Xu Daofu urged them to sign, as if he was afraid that they would take a closer look.

Fang Shu curled his fingers: "We will sign after reading."

Xu Daofu's face instantly dropped, and the wine glass was placed heavily on the dining table.

The coach next to him couldn't see it, and stepped forward to smooth things over: "It's just a contract, what a big deal. People who want to learn how to drive with Coach Xu are waiting in a long line. If you miss it, you will never again..."

"Let him watch." Xu Daofu stared at Fang Shu with a sullen face for two seconds, picked up his glass and continued to drink.

After a while, Xu Daofu and the two coaches finished another plate of fish, and the table still looked full.

"Brother He." Song Qiulai winked at He Qing: "How much do you think Xu Xiaoren will charge for this meal?"

He Qing glanced at the seafood on the table, but didn't say anything. Xu Daofu only said two days ago that he couldn't get any oil or water, but today he made up his mind to order all the expensive ones, and the portions were good enough.

The mobile phone at hand vibrated, He Qing withdrew his gaze, and turned over the screen. It was a message from Jia Diyi.

[False number one: Brother He, the principal found out about Xu Daofu's resignation! 】

[False first: After the regular meeting in the morning, Xu Daofu was called to talk, and I could hear the principal’s voice from across the floor]

[False No. [-]: This is the first time I have seen the headmaster get so angry. I think it’s not just about resignation. I’m afraid the headmaster should know about Xu Daofu instigating other coaches in the driving school to quit together.]

[False number one: When Xu Daofu came out of the principal's office, his expression was really ugly. 】

[False No. [-]: He looks like he's holding a fire in his heart, the students under Xu Daofu's hands are probably going to be in bad luck]

"Xu Daofu likes to smoke good cigarettes. Before leaving, he will definitely go with a pack of cigarettes. I guess there are hundreds of them at least...I'll go, and there are shrimps? It's at least a thousand?"

He Qing looked up, the waiter in the restaurant pushed the dining cart, and sent a pot of lobster to the next table, it seemed that the weight was more than one catty.

Song Qiulai recalled the market price of the big lobster, with a look of disapproval on his face: "For three children to pay thousands of yuan... Xu Daofu has gone too far this time."

This is not the way to get money from it. Isn't this bullying?

The table couldn't be set, the waiter was crowded, and it took a long time to put down the lobster. Part of the bottom of the plate was pushed out of the table. Fang Shu had to lean back in the seat to avoid accidentally knocking the plate down on the ground.

The meal took two hours.

Fang Shu didn't touch his chopsticks the whole time, Yu Wuwei and Wang Nan ate some crabs, and the rest went into the stomachs of Xu Daofu and the two coaches.

Xu Daofu drank a lot of wine, and when he called the receptionist over, his eyes were a little straight: "Is there any Da Chongjiu? Here is a pack."

"Yes." The receptionist said with a smile, and gave Xu Daofu a wink calmly.

Xu Daofu nodded knowingly, his eyes turned around and fixed on Fang Shu: "You, follow her to get cigarettes."

Fang Shu put down the contract, put his hands on the edge of the table to get up——

"Fucking cigarettes, you clearly know that the new student doesn't understand anything, so you're telling him to pay the bill." Song Qiulai couldn't help but spit.

Once Fang Shu followed the front desk, if he didn't pay the bill, the front desk wouldn't let him go.If Fang Shu refuses to pay, Xu Daofu loses face, and Xu Daofu will inevitably get along with Xu Daofu in embarrassment when he is learning to drive, and Xu Daofu may also wear small shoes.

"How can Xu Daofu be so shameless..."

The sound of pulling the seat suddenly sounded from the opposite side——

Song Qiulai turned around following the sound, and saw He Qing put away his phone, put down a drop of wine, and walked to the next table with his long legs.

"It's enough to do some things once or twice." He Qing pressed Fang Shu's shoulders with his big hands to stop him from leaving. He glanced at the dining table and landed on the faces of Xu Daofu and the two coaches: "Don't go too far .”

He Qing was tall and stalwart, with a strong and burly body full of tendons under the thin T-shirt, every muscle was bulging, and it felt like his clothes would be torn.

As soon as he stood up, the whole compartment suddenly seemed cramped and cramped.

Xu Daofu's brain was eroded by alcohol, and he didn't realize what was going on.The two coaches were more sober than Xu Daofu, but they were too overwhelmed by the atmosphere in the cubicle to speak.

He Qing patted Fang Shu's shoulder lightly, and said in a calm voice, "Are you still waiting to be sold by others?"

Fang Shu was stunned for half a second, then bent down to pick up the contract on the seat.

He Qing paused his gaze on the contract, and turned away as if nothing had happened.

Yu Wuwei and Wang Nan followed Fang Shu closely. Seeing that everyone was about to leave, the receptionist took a few steps forward anxiously, trying to stop them: "The bill hasn't been settled—"

He Qing glanced over: "Look for your partner."

When Song Qiu came back to his senses, He Qing had already walked to the door of the restaurant with the three children.

"Brother He! Brother He!" Song Qiulai hurriedly chased him out: "I finally dragged you out, and you're going to leave without drinking?"

"Next time. I'll take the kids home first." Without turning his head, He Qing skillfully opened the car door, and pressed Fang Shu's back neck with his big palm, pulling him back and pressing him on the passenger seat.

Song Qiulai: "..."

Fang Shu: "..."

Fang Shu raised his head and looked at He Qing, holding the edge of the seat with his hands, as if he was about to get out of the car: "I took motion sickness medicine before going out."

He Qing put his hand on the car door, lowered his eyelids to look at him.

Fang Shu thought he didn't believe it, reached into his pocket, took out the medicine and put it in his palm.

The motion sickness medicine was bought by He Qing last time, there are four pills in total, arranged in a square shape, Fang Shu ate two pills, and there is one left in each of the two opposite corners.

He Qing squeezed his slender white wrist, and pressed down his hand: "There are only two people in the back seat, it has nothing to do with whether you get carsick or not."

……

Fang Shu finally sat in the passenger seat.

He put the medicine back into his pocket, his slender body straightened in the seat, holding the seat belt with one hand, and the corner of the contract with the other.

"The contract Xu Daofu gave you?" A deep and mellow voice sounded.

Fang Shu looked at He Qing.

He Qing firmly controlled the steering wheel, and a pair of dark and deep eyes under the straight browbones stared straight ahead, without even looking at him from the corner of his eye.

Fang Shu said "hmm" and said, "I gave it in the afternoon."

He Qing: "Did you sign it?"

"Not yet." Fang Shu paused, and asked the guess that had always been in his mind: "Is there a problem with the contract?"

He Qing turned the steering wheel to the left, remained silent for a moment, and did not say clearly, "It's best not to sign."

Xu Daofu's purpose is to make money. The general content of the contract is similar to that used by driving schools, but Xu Daofu has set up many traps in details, trying every means to make students pay more during the process of learning to drive.

Even if there is no more oil and water, he still has a way to squeeze some out.

Traffic light at the intersection.

He Qing stopped the car, and pointed to the cover of the contract: "The legal constraints of the general contract in the driving school are enough. Whether you sign this contract or not, Xu Daofu must teach you how to drive."

The author has something to say:

I caught the worm and added some interaction with the protagonist.

long wait.