Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 8 08. Let the seniors know how to love the younger generation

After sending Miss Hyuga away, Kyushu Makoto continued to do chores in the store.

It was late at night, many guests were drunk, and today's business came to an end.

Jiuzhoucheng passed by a wine table and saw a guest girl leaning on the male publicist with the "Claude" hairstyle, smiling drunkenly: "Sheng Ye, I am so happy today!"

"Hey, I'm glad you said that~" The male publicist named Sheng Ye pursed his lips and asked with a smile, "Would you like to open another bottle of wine?"

"Okay, just give me a bottle of Charole'tto wine~" the guest girl pointed to the menu and said.

Sheng also saw Jiuzhou Cheng standing aside, and ordered: "Xiaochun, bring the POS machine over here!"

Makoto Kyushu took out the machine from his pocket, and the guest girl took out her credit card and swiped it.

However, the POS machine sounded a "beep" failure sound, indicating that the payment failed.

"Eh? Is it already maxed out?" The girl from the guest covered her mouth in surprise: "Why don't you let it go today?"

"Then pay the debt first, and make up the money next time, my dear?" Sheng Ye put his arms around the guest girl and suggested relentlessly.

"But... this month's living expenses have already been paid." The girl from the guest seemed vacillating.

"Hey, don't worry about it! Let's treat it as your birthday today, and celebrate with a little indulgence, okay~?" Sheng also stepped up his offensive and kept whispering in the girl's ear.

Saying that, Sheng also stuffed a bill into the girl's hands.

"Don't hesitate, dear~" Sheng also said meaningfully: "Look, the guests at other tables today also wanted to let me go by name, but I rejected them all and stayed with my dear all the time?"

The girl held the pen tremblingly, and slowly pasted the tip of the pen to the signature position of the bill.

"Miss, don't force yourself." At this time, Jiuzhou Cheng reminded in a low voice: "You must spend money according to your ability, and making you spend too much is not an act of loving you."

The girl shook her wrist as if awakened from a dream, and let go of the pen in her hand.

"Well, let's forget about it today, right?" The girl looked at Sheng Ye in embarrassment, and said, "If this continues, I won't be able to pay the rent this month."

The girl stood up with an embarrassing expression on her face, ready to leave.

"Honey, at least let me take you home!" Sheng also stood up, trying to persuade you to stay.

"No need, I want to be quiet!" The girl pushed away the male publicist and ran out alone.

"Xiaochun, what the hell are you doing!" Sheng also turned his head and stared at Jiuzhou Makoto, with a serious and angry voice: "Don't disturb my work, brat!"

"I don't want to hinder you, but the customer has no money, so it's too much for you to squeeze her?" Jiuzhou Cheng folded his arms and confronted calmly:

"Although I know your job is to make money from women, you must have a limit, so you can't ruin her normal life, right?"

"What do you know? Damn little brat!" Sheng Ye was completely angry, pointing at him and cursing: "Even if she has no money, so what? I'll introduce her to a job and pay her back!"

"Are you talking about the custom store in the next street that someone knows?" Makoto Kyushu frowned and became gloomy: "And you can earn a personal commission if you introduce her in? I remember the store manager said it's best not to do that Do it, or you will cause trouble in the shop, right?"

"It's none of your business, Smelly Xiaochun!" Sheng Ye threatened, "You guys dare to spoil my good deeds, I can't spare you!"

"It just so happens that I am often "taken care of" by my seniors, and I have been looking for opportunities to repay you~" Makoto Kyushu rolled up his sleeves and did not retreat half a step.

Hearing the commotion, other male publicists gathered over and asked, "What's the matter, Sheng Ye?"

"Xiaochun drove my guests away." Sheng Ye raised his chin and said bitterly.

"What are you doing, Xiaochun!" A tall and thin male publicist stepped forward and pushed Jiuzhou Cheng unceremoniously: "You waiter, don't meddle in our work casually!"

The male publicist with the hedgehog head also fanned the flames: "This kid is also the one who made Huimei-chan cry today. I think we should let the store manager fire him?"

The male publicists stared at Kyushu Makoto with hostile eyes, which made him quite upset.

Anyway, these seniors have been bullying me in the workplace for a long time, so instead of continuing to make trouble in such a tepid way, it is better to open the skylight and speak out.

"I'm going to the alley at the back door to blow some air, so please calm down." Jiuzhou Cheng grabbed an umbrella, then knocked off the shoulder of a male publicist, and walked straight to the back door.

"He wants us to follow?" the hedgehog-headed PR asked curiously.

"It's definitely provoking us!" The tall and thin man's publicist frowned and thought.

"Anyway, the camera at the back door has been broken for a long time, I want to teach this kid a lesson!" Sheng also clenched his fists and walked towards the back door first.

In this way, the five male PRs followed Jiuzhou Cheng to the dark alley behind the bar.

"Chun Chuan, go to hell!" Sheng Ye raised his fist and threw it at Kyushu Makoto's face aggressively.

However, Kyushu Makoto put on a boxing dodge posture and avoided the opponent's attack.

"boom!"

He kicked Sheng Ye's knee and knocked him to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several other male PRs also attacked.

Jiuzhou Cheng was a martial artist at least in his previous life, and he also assisted the police in several anti-crime operations, that is, he had dealt with gangsters.

On the other hand, although these male public relations can be called "social people", they have not received professional fighting training, and their movements are exaggerated and their feet are vain.In Jiuzhou Cheng's view, they are simply a group of innocent and childish puppies, without any deterrent power.

Makoto Kyushu easily dodged their attacks, and kicked their knees or livers and other weak points hard.

Within a few rounds, the male PRs fell to the ground and howled.

Jiuzhoucheng walked up to Sheng Ye, grabbed his collar, and asked, "Do you hate me?"

"Of course I hate you! Why do you get such a high salary for such an easy job!" Sheng Ye yelled, unwilling to reconcile: "Why! Just because you are an orphan!"

The colleagues in the store actually know about Kyushu Makoto's family situation, and also know that the store manager is secretly taking care of him.But even so, they still can't help being jealous of Kyushu Makoto.

How can a handyman like Jiuzhou Cheng get a higher basic salary than them?Just because there is no father or mother?

"It seems that the contradiction between us is irreconcilable." Hearing this, Kyushu raised his eyebrows and laughed helplessly. The smile was so relieved that it made Sheng Ye's spine chill:
"I admit that I am able to work here because of the kindness of the store manager. It is understandable for you to think that I get something for nothing. That's why I have been patient not to have conflicts with you during working hours, just to save face for the store manager and you. But , I won't just tolerate it!"

Jiuzhou Cheng raised the umbrella in his hand, his eyes gradually became fierce, and there was a mad wolf that was about to come out in the dark pupils.

"You wicked guys, don't you know that you have committed the crime of "workplace harassment"? "

He picked up the umbrella and poked Sheng Ye hard in the stomach.

"Gee..." Sheng Ye opened his mouth wide in pain and retched, "Chunchuan! How dare you..."

"For those of you who don't know how to respect your juniors or guests, I need to correct you mentally, and I can't let you harm others anymore." Jiuzhou Cheng's tone was very calm, but it seemed to erupt at any time Like a volcano, it is chillingly calm:
"Next, I'm going to 'reason' with you guys.After all, it was you who provoked me first, so all of this is your own fault, don't have any complaints! "

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Ten minutes later, Kyushu shook his umbrella, and coldly ordered his colleagues:
"I don't want to stop you from making money, but I also ask you to leave a way for customers to survive. I can't stand your greedy look. Also, I am a weak man who is very afraid of workplace violence, so I hope everyone will be happy in the future. Get along with me, understand?"

At this time, a male publicist lying on the ground, covered in dust, shouted unwillingly: "Chun Chuan! Don't think about it like this! Just wait for me!"

Jiuzhoucheng thought for a while, then walked back, raised his umbrella and stabbed the male publicist's stomach fiercely, the pain caused him to scream strangely, almost coughing up his internal organs.

"What do you mean don't think about it? Are you going to take revenge on me? Are you going to call a group of local gangsters to teach me?" Jiuzhou Cheng stretched out his hand to grab the hair of the male publicist, and took out plastic scissors from his pocket with the other hand , staring at him slyly:
"I'm a timid person, and I'm very afraid of being retaliated. Since you have said this, I have no choice but to let you live."

Kyushu put the art scissors on the face of the male publicist, and asked again: "Oh, by the way, do you have family and friends? I am also afraid that they will come to retaliate against me, so I will visit them someday~"

"I... I, I, I..." Hearing this sudden terrifying speech, and seeing the scissors close at hand, the male publicist suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and felt horrified, his throat was hard to breathe, and he subconsciously clamped his legs .

At this moment, he only felt that Jiuzhou Cheng's eyes were a hundred times fiercer than the "brothers on the road" he knew, and there was no joke in his words, as if he was going to stab the scissors in the next second.

Other colleagues lying on the ground also looked at him begging for mercy, beckoning him to give in quickly.

The male publicist quickly stammered and defended: "I...I was joking! I won't tell the store manager about this, and I won't hold grudges! Please...I know I was wrong, please forgive me!"

"Really? Then for the sake of the store manager, you all lost your life~" Jiuzhou Cheng let go of the male publicist's hair, and put away the scissors:

"I just want to work here safely and securely. I don't want to offend anyone, and I don't want to cause trouble for the store manager. I don't want to abscond with murder charges after getting rid of a few social scourges. Do you understand my difficulties?"

Jiuzhou Cheng paced away, leaving only the male publicists lying in a mess in the alley, clutching the bruises all over their bodies, twisting their bodies like bugs and struggling, constantly moaning in pain, but only The horror of the aftermath.

(End of this chapter)