Chapter 308 Let's Have Another Bowl

Fu Dajun stared at the woman with bright eyes: "Guo Shao gave you such good conditions, why don't you consider it?"

Zheng Xiaolan's face is slightly cold: "Do you think there is a free lunch in the world? If you force me to go, I will resign and return to my hometown."

Her attitude is very firm: "It's a big deal that I go back to cultivate the fields, it's better than going to work with Guo Dongyang."

She obviously knew better than Fu Dajun what kind of person it was.

"The heart of a villain, what kind of woman Guo Shao has never seen, would you be attracted to you?"

Fu Dajun sneered: "He just looks at my face and gives you a chance. Okay, if you don't like it, don't want to go, then don't go."

"It's just that if you don't go, then you don't have to have money, because you asked for it."

He added another sentence: "Don't you think that I bought so many clothes today, holding Apple Seven is a show off."

"I am for the need of communication. I have been in close contact with Shao Guo recently. They seem to be the children of the rich and powerful. Without a fruit machine, they can't talk to each other. If a man is striving for a career, you must strongly support it.

"As long as I succeed, you will be blessed."

Zheng Xiaolan took a deep breath: "Army, don't you go with Guo Shao and the others? You are completely different from their circles. You will only have to work hard to squeeze in."

"You should better face the reality and strive to graduate and work early so that we can take root in this city."

"As long as you promise not to communicate, I will buy Apple Seven with you later."

She followed Fu Dajun and Guo Dongyang twice to meet each other. Every time, the undisguised desire eyes of the other party made her resist from the bottom of her heart.

"Are you in your head again?"

Fu Dajun's face sank: "How do you say such nonsense without getting into the water? Guo Shao, do you know who it is? One of Mingjiang's four young masters."

"As long as I have a good relationship with Guo Shao, he will point his finger casually, my graduation grades and my graduation prospects will be available, and a little bit more, a house and a car will also be available."

Zheng Xiaolan begged in a low voice, "Don't go with him anymore, okay? I beg you." Then she reminded:

"Don't you always look down on those powerful children? You think they are all parasites, the young master daughter? Why are you messing with Guo Dongyang now?"

Fu Dajun was slapped in the face, very annoyed, and twisted: "Shut up! I'm using the barbarians' skills to control barbarians."

Then, he stopped looking at Zheng Xiaolan, patted the table and shouted, "Waiter, where's the 38th face? Why isn't he here yet?"

"Canshou, why don't you serve it to the guests? Why is it so long?"

The boss's hoarse voice sounded: "It's uncomfortable again? What the **** are you comfortable? Quickly bring things to the guests."

Soon, the middle-aged waiter just walked forward with the tray, and after only walking a few steps, he frowned, as if his waist had been injured.

Protecting the tray, he carefully squeezed through the crowd and approached Fu Dajun's table.

"Xiaolan, have you seen it? In this society, you must be loud enough and the relationship must be strong enough for someone to take you seriously."

Hearing that his food came up quickly, Fu Dajun danced and instilled in Zheng Xiaolan's thoughts: "You have to learn something, have you heard?"

"boom!"

Fu Dajun's large-scale physical movement instantly knocked off a tray held by a waiter, and with a loud noise, the tray and two bowls of noodles fell to the ground.

Two large porcelain bowls and a large plate were cracked into seven or eight pieces, the edges became extremely sharp, and the miscellaneous sauce noodles and a sauce skeleton were also scattered on the ground.

The waiter was still stained with a lot of soup and sauce. The hot portion made him frown, but he quickly recovered his calm.

Fu Dajun also shook his finger, which hurt.

When the middle-aged man heard Fu Dajun's ouch, he rushed forward to greet him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was not careful. Did you burn you?"

Zheng Xiaolan waved his hand hurriedly: "We are all right, have you hurt?"

"To shut up!"

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to speak, Fu Dajun scolded Zheng Xiaolan for sitting peacefully: "What does it mean to be okay? Have you asked me?"

Zheng Xiaolan bit her lip immediately and stopped making a sound.

"How do you handle things?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's weakness and deceitful posture, Fu Dajun touched his fingers, his originally relaxed face immediately changed to a painful look:

"Don't you have eyes? Seeing me hit me here too? Damn! Not only did the food I ordered fell out, but my finger hurts, and it might break."

"I want to complain. Not only do I want to complain about your incompetent employee, I also want to complain that the noodle restaurant hurt my body."

Fu Dajun obviously knows how to bluff: "I want to post on Weibo and WeChat immediately to let everyone know that your attitude is bad here."

Ye Tianlong looked contemptuous, this bastard, the best model of bullying and fearing hardship.

The middle-aged man bowed again and again: "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I will compensate you for the loss, but I beg you not to complain."

"Canshou, what did you do?"

At this time, a person in charge of a noodle shop ran over quickly, scowling at the middle-aged man: "Washing the dishes and breaking the bowl, and the noodles also hurt the guests. Can you do it?"

"You can't do it for me, get out." Then he smiled and apologized to Fu Dajun: "Sir, I'm sorry, this is a temporary worker."

"I am unfamiliar with the business and offended. I will apologize to you for him and also fine him with a bonus."

The person in charge of the noodle shop did not ask the reason, and dealt with the crisis neatly: "Finance, deduct five hundred for the handicapped wages, let him go far and far."

"The five hundred deducted will be compensated for this gentleman."

Hearing that there was 500 yuan in compensation, Fu Dajun sneered: "It's pretty much the same. I tell you that once you deal with the injustice, I will immediately expose it to the media and friends in my circle."

"Guo Shao, one of Mingjiang's four young masters, is my real buddy. When he gets angry, your noodle restaurant will be closed."

"Seeing you are so witty, forget it this time."

Zheng Xiaolan hurriedly advised: "Military, we can't ask for this money..."

"Shut up! This is what I deserve!"

Fu Dajun sat down proudly and waved to the person in charge of the noodle shop, "Hurry up and serve me food."

"Remember, splash me once, five hundred yuan, idiot!"

Then he looked at the middle-aged man who was squatting on the ground to clean up with disgust: "Also, let him go away and don't dangle in front of me."

"Snapped!"

He also splashed tea on the head of the middle-aged man: "Unlucky."

The middle-aged man didn't respond much, he reached out his hand to touch the damp hair, then continued to lower his head to tidy up, accepting it.

Ye Tianlong didn't speak, holding a bowl of chicken soup that was no longer hot, got up, walked straight to Fu Dajun, snapped it, and snapped it on his head.

Fu Dajun was suddenly turned into a soup chicken.

Ye Tianlong took out his wallet, dropped a thousand, and fingered the noodle shop owner:

"one more bowl."

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