clown game

Chapter 358 Trading
People always have to rest. In this noisy and chaotic world, work, communication, bosses, colleagues, teachers, wives and children, in short, there are too many things that make us tired. Have a drink in the bar, and some people choose to sit in the cafe for a while.

On Shell Street, there is such a cafe, but it uses some pink decorations and a few black and white work clothes to define a unique style here. Well, the taste is great but the shape But a really bad cake.

In short, those who can sit here are generally young people who are a bit oversized and quietly reading comics.

But today, this store welcomed the oldest customer from the renovation to the present.

An old man dressed meticulously and leaning on a crutch that is worth a lot of money at first sight. He opened the door and walked in naturally. His body exuded a faint smell of sulfur, but it was quickly covered by the sweetness. Some people raised their heads. Glancing at him, he thought how could such an older person also like this tone, but then he seemed to think that it was nothing worth caring about, so he lowered his head and turned his attention to the comic in his hand.

The old man came to the bar and sat down. The boss Xiaoyu behind the cash register didn't ignore the old man like everyone else, but was taken aback for a while. Of course, he didn't care about the customers in the store. Age, immediately put on a standard smile.

"What would you like, sir?" he asked.

The old man hesitated for a moment: "Well, although your food may not meet my appetite, let's just order some of the most popular ones." He said slowly, although the content sounded a bit contemptuous of this small shop , but it is not so annoying when it reaches people's ears, but there is a slight sense of disobedience.

"Is it the most popular?" The owner of Fat House said, "If you don't care about the appearance of the food, the cakes here taste great."

"I want one." The old man stood up with his crutches by his feet, and said politely.

Soon, the cake was delivered.

"Please take your time." Xiaoyu said the same as he did to all other guests, and then proceeded to the next meal.

But the old man was not in a hurry to eat: "By the way, you don't want to know why I am here at my age?" He fiddled with the fork, flicking on the syrup on the top layer of the cake.

Boss Xiaoyu was a little upset. He had seen this kind of customers before, maybe because he had no friends, or because he had just lost a relationship, etc. He always wanted to find someone to confide in. Anyway, they urgently need to communicate with others, and often He didn't order anything to eat, just sat here and kept talking, and this uncle seemed to be such a person.

But there is no other way, as the owner of a shop, he should meet the needs of the customers, add sugar, change the tableware, serve tea and water for a chat, this kind of thing should be considered, so Xiaoyu is very polite Responded: "Maybe I just came in to rest my feet." But he could not stop thinking about it in his heart, this uncle must be an old glass with some strange habits and a young girl's heart.

"Hehe, of course it's not just resting my feet, and it's not my girlish heart that hasn't died yet. In fact, I don't have that kind of thing at all." He pointed to his heart and said, "I'm a businessman, and I'm here This is just trying to make a deal."

He spoke very calmly, Boss Xiaoyu didn't even realize, how did he know what he was talking about in his heart, was it a coincidence?He also didn't care about the ambiguous words he said that what he didn't have was "girly heart" or "heart". What he cared about was the words "businessman" and "deal" in the other party's mouth.

Could it be that this old man, who is worth a lot of money just by looking at his clothes, has taken a fancy to his shop's booming business and wants to buy it?
At this moment, Boss Xiaoyu's face seemed less friendly.

"Well, please forgive me. I don't quite understand what you mean, but speaking of it, I seem to be a businessman." He stared at the old man's face without flinching, and said with some impoliteness: "Look, I have a shop. I also sell cakes, and it's almost my favorite thing to do, and I'm going to keep doing that, so the word businessman doesn't seem so bluffing, right. Oh, yes, you just now I haven't finished talking yet, what are you coming here to...?"

Boss Xiaoyu said, his tone was full of gunpowder.He is not afraid of the kind of movie plots where he looks for some fringe forces to find fault in order to buy a house. At this moment, he has seen all kinds of freaks, heard a lot of strange things, and the left and right guardians under his hands are not simple characters. In addition, there is also a seemingly awesome "Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D." who owes me money for cakes for several months.
Why?Thinking of this, Xiaoyu seemed to suddenly realize that Xiaonan and Jingjing should have sensed that something was wrong in this atmosphere, but they seemed to be busy with their own affairs, as if they didn't notice what they were doing at all. The side is the same.

After the old man finished listening, he was silent for a while.
"Haha——" He suddenly smiled: "As expected, you are also an interesting person."

Boss Xiaoyu still frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It's not what you think. I didn't come here because of your shop. I'm sorry. I'm not saying that this shop is bad. I just said that I'm more interested in it than the coffee cake here. It's you"

Boss Xiaoyu's face froze suddenly: "Ah? Are you a pervert?" He obviously misunderstood the other party's meaning, and looked at the other party in shock: "I'm going to call the police!"

The old man didn't know how to answer this question for a while, so he had to lower his head helplessly: "Hey, why are young people thinking so strangely?" He muttered: "Let me put it simply, my surname is Zhou, You can call me Boss Zhou, and I want to make a deal with you, of course not the one you think, I want to give you a kind of power."

Next second

"No!" Boss Xiaoyu immediately said, "I'd better invite you out, oh, yes, the cake is 30 yuan."

Boss Xiaoyu said with a look of disgust, he obviously regarded Boss Zhou as a church propagandist, or a newly packaged employee from the sales organization.

Boss Zhou was at a loss for words again, and thought to himself, there are only two people in this world who can make me take the initiative to invest. The same is true with the last guy, who has been rejecting my power, and this one will directly drive me away. People go to great lengths to see me, but this kid would give it away for nothing.

He shook his head earnestly, then stood up slowly, stretched out a finger, and tapped Xiaoyu's eyebrows.

"Hey, young people nowadays."

(End of this chapter)