Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 110 I’m here, what’s the matter with Mr. Bao?
"Ah Si..."

Zhang Jinhuan was so anxious that he could do nothing.

He is stubborn and his son is better than his predecessors. If he had listened to the advice, he would not have hit Mr. Bao with his car.

Three million...

After struggling for almost ten minutes, she walked to the federal chair and sat down. She pulled the phone to her and stretched out her rough fingers to press a series of numbers. After a few seconds, the call was connected.

"Linlin, it's me, Jin Huan."

"..."

"Ah, I'm fine, don't worry."

"..."

"I'm calling to ask you if your hotel is still short of people. If so, can you tell the boss and let me go to work, wash the dishes, pull the vegetables, move, and so on. "

"..."

"Only recruiting young people? Oh, okay, I understand, thank you."

Snapped.

The phone hangs up.

Zhang Jinhuan made a few more calls, all with similar results.

Chu Pingsheng saw all this and knew that she wanted to find a job and share her pressure as much as possible.

Although this is an era of rapid development, in big cities such as Shanghai, Shenzhen, and Guangzhou, there are many young people from other places who come to work in the city. They are obedient, capable, willing to endure hardships, and have few things to do. The locals, especially the elderly, How could it be possible to compete with them.

"Mom, believe me, I really have a way to make money."

What can Chu Pingsheng say? Tell her that she is not the original Cao Asi, but the time traveler Cao Asi? Do you know what will happen in the future and have forward vision and personal ability?

Zhang Jinhuan didn't seem to hear, and kept flipping through the phone book he had lost and the business cards he had collected, trying to find someone who could help the Cao family.

……

On the evening of the next day, Chu Pingsheng wore a gray woolen coat and black leather shoes worn only during the New Year, and walked to Huanghe Road.

Neon lights are flashing, there are many signs, and the sound of vehicles honking their horns comes and goes. On both sides of the road are pedestrians wearing furs and various high-end coats. Women with jewels wish they could use this road as a catwalk. The waiters in the hotel are dressed in various colors. Wearing work clothes and going to the streets to solicit customers with a warm smile, it is somewhat like the "here comes the uncle" in ancient brothels.

Chu Pingsheng walked to the window of Jingxiu Cigarette Paper Shop, which was filled with Coca-Cola, and threw 20 yuan onto the dirty weighing pan on the other side of the window.

"Come and soften China."

The man wearing a gray cotton hat and a dark brown turtleneck poked his head out, looked at him with slight surprise, threw the money on the scale into the cashier, and took out a pack of soft Chinese from underneath and handed it over.

Chu Pingsheng took the cigarette in his hand, tore off the plastic sealing film on it, took out one and put it in his mouth, tilted his head slightly, lit the lighter with a bang, half-leaned against the window and took a puff, squinting at the other side in the haze of smoke. The Zhizhen Garden.

The super big signboards are red, yellow, green, blue, and the neon lights are so bright that they completely suppress the nearby restaurants such as Jin Meilin, Honglu, Yuelaixiang, and Jinbaxian.

Today is February 2th, three days before Valentine's Day. Not only did the location of Po's conversation with him change from Xiao Lehui to Night Tokyo, but the time of conversation was also a day or two earlier.

"Hey, buddy, you look familiar. Have we met before?"

The Yellow River Road is bustling with traffic, people are coming and going, and the proprietress of the iron-clad food court is changing. Everything is changing, except for his beautiful scenery. He has stayed in this cigarette paper shop for ten years. He has seen many people and experienced many things. This vision has also improved.

He always felt that there was a sense of mystery surrounding the young man smoking in front of him.

"I've seen it, I've never seen it before."

Chu Pingsheng's answer made him very depressed. What do you mean you have seen it before but you haven't seen it before?

"Many people are curious about who hit Mr. Bao. Who do you think that person is?"

"..." Looking at the half-smiling face on the other side of the window, Jing Xiu shuddered, pointed at him and said, "That person is... is you?"

"Yes and no."

Chu Pingsheng slowly exhaled green smoke, flicked the extinguished cigarette butt, and spun it into the trash can not far away.

He tightened the collar of his coat and walked towards Zhizhen Garden.

Jingxiu opened the window and faced the neon lights of various colors. Her eyes looked at him unblinkingly, as if she wanted to remember the figure from his back.

It's really hard not to think too much about Mr. Bao who dared to show up on Huanghe Road so arrogantly after bumping into him.

"welcome."

As soon as Chu Pingsheng stepped onto the stairs, the welcoming lady dressed in red at the entrance of Zhenyuan bowed and greeted him. He nodded and walked straight into the hall. He raised his head and glanced at the huge crystal chandelier in the front hall, frowning slightly.

"Hello sir, may I help you in any way?"

A slightly plump waitress wearing a white shirt and a yellow jacket asked with a smile on her face.

Chu Pingsheng took a closer look. Isn't this the foreman Min Min in the plot?
"Is Mr. Wei here?"

"Which Mr. Wei?"

"That's Mr. Wei Hongqing from Haining."

Minmin answered truthfully: "Mr. Wei is here, at Yue Ru Gou on the second floor."

"take me."

"This way please."

Chu Pingsheng glanced left and right and found no sign of Li Li, the proprietress of Zhizhenyuan. He then collected his attention and followed her to the second floor.

"I heard that Mr. Bao is coming to Zhenyuan today?"

"Yes."

Minmin stood at the door of Yuerugou's private room and glanced at him with curiosity. She didn't understand why he was looking for Mr. Wei, but he brought the topic to Mr. Bao.

"Tell the kitchen to serve Mr. Wei's stir-fried beef river in his private room."

"Ok."

Chu Pingsheng smiled, opened the box door and walked into "Yue Ruhuo".

……

Mr. Wei was very unhappy. He used to sit in a large private room, which was a pleasant place to meet and the whole courtyard was full of fragrance. It was a Qinyuanchun-type suite with a dining room inside and a reception room outside, with sofas, coffee tables, and all kinds of tea sets. , As a result, the business with Mr. Fan collapsed, and the big box was no longer available, and after waiting for a long time, only the small box was available.

As expected, having money can make you a grinder, but having no money can make you a grinder.

Mr. Wei was not happy, and naturally the admiring young men sitting around were not happy either. When they saw a stranger breaking into the box, they would naturally not look at him well.

Chu Pingsheng did not speak immediately after entering the door. His eyes moved from near to far, and finally settled on Wei Hongqing's face. This black-haired lion hair style paired with a light green jacket looked like a funny buffoon, without any stability of a corporate heir.

The man sitting near the door, wearing a floral shirt, a gold chain around his neck, and a gold ring of more than ten grams on his ring finger, turned around and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

There was a hint of displeasure in his tone, and his face was quite fierce. His big eyes and a broken needle mark on his forehead made him look a bit intimidating.

Isn't this the gangster from Yangpu who stood up for Wei Hongqing in the plot and dragged Mr. Bao's good brother Tao Tao to the Red Heron restaurant opposite Zhizhen Garden to "invite" Mr. Bao over for a meal of old wine?

Chu Pingsheng ignored him, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, walked to the dining table covered with a blue tablecloth inlaid with gold thread, picked up the Remy Martin XO in front of him, poured out the water in the goblet, and poured A third of the amber wine was taken in his hand and he took a sip.

(End of this chapter)