Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 752 Goodbye Wu Yingxiong

Wales Avenue, Oak House Pub.

A small bar that only sells drinks and provides an Age of Discovery-style drinking venue with elements of sailors and pirates. It does not provide any other services.

In this country where drunkards are common and well-established people also like to have a drink or two, bars like this can be found everywhere like fast food restaurants.

The Olympic Games' economic boost and impact on a city are huge. The Oak House Bar's business is particularly good these days. There are also a lot of drinkers tonight, and the occupancy rate is 80%.

"Small glasses, I want a bottle of whiskey for table nine."

"Okay, right away!"

"Little glasses, five beers for table 13."

"Roger that!"

"Small glasses and beer glasses are not enough."

It's a pity that he didn't get it today. His last meal was around 11 o'clock at noon, which was a sandwich without ham.

He needs money.

This is a survival rule that every international student like him must master.

It's just that in a place like this, academic qualifications are of no use, and it's difficult for a yellow man like him to integrate into the team here, so he can only settle down and not offend them.

Because if the service he provides is not good, customers are likely to cause trouble for him. This probability is much higher than that of white and black waiters.

The funny thing is, I heard that he is still a college student and looks like a fool.

The other five waiters are not willing to do too much. The salary here is fixed, five dollars per hour, and it doesn't matter whether they work more or less. They are more willing to force the thin yellow man to work, as long as he can free up. Take some time out.

Sometimes, Little Glasses would also cast a hopeful look at the boss who was sitting at the bar like a bartender, hoping that he could distribute the work more evenly. If he asked, other waiters would do it, and they could not be blamed. I never take the initiative to approach my boss.

After surviving all these years, and seeing that life is gradually getting better, he will not give up.

He didn't dare not listen.

Don’t Little Glasses understand that this is a vicious cycle?

"I'll take a shower after delivering the wine!"

He has always been obedient.

No, he knew it.

There is no other way.

His other job is better paid than here. He does actuarial work for a small insurance company. Every day from 4 to 6 pm, the regular employees will occasionally give him a cup of coffee or an extra take-out dinner.

The little glasses man was running around the bar, sweat had already soaked through the black T-shirt issued by the bar, squeezing the little strength left on his body. He was certainly not a fool. Not only was he not stupid, he also had a doctorate in economics and finance. Master's degree.

But the boss turned a blind eye.

There are currently six waiters in the bar. Even the boss doesn't want to miss out on such good business. He has been there every night recently. Of course, he doesn't do anything, he just hangs out or drinks and enjoys the feeling of customers giving him money. .

He could only work non-stop, using his willpower to fight against fatigue. Paradoxically, he wished he could stay busy longer. If there are not many customers left in the bar and there is no need for so many waiters, he will definitely be the first to get off work, and his hourly salary will stop being calculated.

But the boss will often give him a satisfied and kind smile. Because he is so polite, he provides customers with far better services than other waiters.

An extra-long black Lincoln sedan slowly stopped outside the Oak House Bar. The probability of such an ultra-luxury vehicle appearing in front of such a tavern was as rare as a billionaire visiting the slums.

In the bar, perhaps only Little Glasses, who was immersed in washing cups at the bar, didn't notice it. Others turned their heads to look through the doors and windows, and many people stood up to look in admiration.

The car door opened, and two Asian boys wearing street clothes got out first, which surprised everyone.

"Thank you, thank you." They bowed toward the car door, not daring to make too obvious a move, but always keeping one of their drooping hands on their trouser pockets.

The two of them were 100% sure that Little Angkor must be working in this bar at this time, so after bringing these wealthy and friendly people whose identities were unknown, they left in a hurry. They discussed in low voices that they should go back first. Going to school and wandering the streets at night with so much money is really not a wise move.

Four more people got out of the car one after another, three men and one woman, also with Asian faces, but this time no one around them dared to look down upon them.

The two identical men in black T-shirts were obviously bodyguards.

The young man in front is tall and handsome, and the girl next to him is like an oriental angel.

These are real Asians with status and status. Many drinkers speculated that they were Nihong people, but some drinkers raised doubts, thinking that Nihong could not find anyone over 1.8 meters tall.

The four of them entered the bar together.

As soon as he entered the door, Li Jiankun couldn't wait to look around, suppressing a surge of excitement in his heart, searching for that familiar figure. Even though he hadn't seen it for many years, he was still sure that he could recognize it with just one outline.

That was his brother sleeping on the upper bunk.

The little hero was like a younger brother to him, satisfying all his fantasies about a younger brother who had never had a younger brother in his entire life.

For a moment, memories surged in my mind, and many past events between them emerged:

"Brother Kun, what's for lunch? I'll help you get it."

"Brother Kun, do you want to soak your feet? I've got some hot water."

"Brother Kun, you know everything. Please tell me about 'marginal utility' again."

Every time he thinks of the little hero, Li Jiankun always feels ashamed. When he first met the little hero, he was only sixteen years old, a proper minor. But more often than not, he was not taking care of the little hero, but the little hero was taking care of his life. The hero didn't mind this either, always saying that he was the youngest and should run around more.

Suddenly, Li Jiankun's eyes froze as he glanced at the bar. A thin figure who was immersed in washing came into his eyes. There was no way he could be mistaken, even if the other person lowered his head.

With endless joy, Li Jiankun strode over. Ran Zi and the Fugui brothers followed his footsteps, and their movements also attracted the attention of the audience.

After getting closer, Li Jiankun raised his eyebrows slightly. He noticed that the thin figure was covered in sweat, and the black T-shirt of his uniform was almost stuck to his body. There were two waiters beside him, who were refreshed and very leisurely.

"hero!"

The thin figure paused in his movements and slowly raised his head, his eyes bursting with disbelief behind his black-rimmed glasses.

How could he not remember this voice?

He had thought about the many nights in a foreign country and dreamed of the owner of the voice countless times.

"Brother Kun!" Wu Yingxiong looked ecstatic, his face flushed with excitement, and the surprise came too suddenly, "Why are you here?!"

"It's a long story." Li Jiankun stretched out his hand, but couldn't touch it across the bar, so he hooked his palm and said, "Come out."

At this time, the drinkers and staff in the bar were stunned.

Obviously, he had never thought that the Asian nobleman sitting in a stretched Lincoln, accompanied by two bodyguards and accompanied by a beautiful woman, would have anything to do with the waiter in the Oak Room.

Wu Yingxiong glanced at the white boss on the side outside the bar, smiled and said, at worst, he won't make any salary tonight, and the boss is unlikely to fire him.

Li Jiankun noticed this scene, turned his head and asked in fluent English: "Boss?"

The white boss stood up from the high stool and replied with a smile: "Yes, welcome."

"I want to spend money here. He is my brother. Is it okay to let him accompany me?" Li Jiankun doesn't know why the little hero still works. Before that, Li Jiankun thought it would be better not to affect his life here.

"No problem." The white boss made an invitation gesture and said in his heart: Brother?
The five of them found an empty seat, and without Li Jiankun speaking, Ran Zi waved to the waiter to order. Didn't Mr. Liu tell her to take good care of the boss? She felt a little weird, but it didn't sound like sarcasm.

There was no movement for a long time.

The waiters are okay with serving wealthy Asians, but they are reluctant to serve small glasses. It was the white boss who forced a black guy to come over reluctantly.

When ordering, he didn't even look at Wu Yingxiong, pretending he didn't exist.

"Are there any cocktails here?" Li Jiankun asked.

"of course."

"Make a drink for my brother. Don't add any ingredients. The taste is a bit wrong. I will sue the bartender and this bar."

Black waiter: "..."

Ran Zi pursed her lips and chuckled. She found that although her boss claimed that he had never been to the United States, he still knew some things about this country. The legal stick is very useful here. Everyone is afraid of going to court. The main reason is not because of how strict the law is, but because most people cannot afford to go to court. High legal fees can easily bankrupt ordinary families.

Wu Yingxiong felt warm in his heart, and the long-lost feeling of being covered by his big brother came again, just like when he was in Yanyuan. He entered Yanyuan at the age of sixteen, and was still a young boy, but he had never been bullied by anyone, or even suffered. He had meat almost every meal, mostly due to Brother Kun's care.

Of course, there are also Brother Qiang and Lao Gao.

It was the best educational experience in his life, and he will never forget it.

"Brother Kun, thank you." This thank you is not because of these things. He knows that Brother Kun does not need thanks between them, but for his family. In May, he received a letter from his eldest brother and learned of the earth-shaking changes in his family——

The family moved into a small foreign-style building, and my sister became a registered worker in a textile factory.

He couldn't keep that letter, it was soaked in tears. Because of something, he had always felt very guilty about his family. Brother Kun took good care of his family for him, which made up for his guilt to a large extent. .

Sure enough, Kun Ge ignored him and just looked at him with interest, as if there was a flower on his face.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and the little hero has changed a lot. From a childish boy, he has become a young man with a resolute face. He is taller, darker, and thinner than before.

"Brother Kun, you haven't changed at all." Wu Yingxiong said with a grin. He was still so high-spirited and handsome. Then he looked at Ran Zi again and was about to speak.

"Don't scream." Li Jiankun said.

In this way, Wu Yingxiong understood that she was not sister-in-law, but she still called her sister politely. Ran Zi was afraid to call someone whom the big boss regarded as a brother her sister? Flattered, no matter what the other party is doing now, Ran Zi knows very well that the big boss can change his destiny in minutes.

Besides, he may not need the big boss to change.

When the big boss came, he said that his brother's goal was to obtain a double doctorate in economics and finance, and he had already completed three-quarters of it. She still remembered the undisguised look on his face when the big boss said this. proud.

Once such people leave school, Wall Street will rush to get them. A million-dollar annual salary is not a dream.

The scary thing is that the big boss also said that he is only twenty-three years old this year.

Ran Zi didn't know how to describe it other than "genius" and "academic master".

"Why are you still working?" Li Jiankun asked a question that had puzzled him since graduating from UCLA.

With the money he has sent over the years, it is not a problem for the little hero to buy an ordinary property here.

This question seemed to open a scar, making Wu Yingxiong look painful. He really didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he recalled it again, but facing Brother Kun, he couldn't hide it either emotionally or rationally.

Without Brother Kun, the matters involved would not even be able to end.

The black waiter brought the prepared cocktail. Wu Yingxiong took it with both hands and said thank you. He finished the cocktail called "Summer Style" in one breath, then gently put down the glass, showing a sad smile and said:

"Let me tell you a story."

(End of this chapter)