Transmigrated into his own aunt

Chapter 18 Employment
Ying Wanwan just walked to the door when she was stopped by the welcoming female salesperson, "Sorry, little comrade, did you go to the wrong place? This is a coffee shop, and the consumption inside is very high."

Ying Wanwan: "."

Knock Li Ma!
Every dog ​​sees people as inferior. No matter how poor she is, she still has enough money to drink coffee. She raised her fiery eyes and asked, "Are you afraid that I can't afford it? Huh?"

No matter when, people are bullying and fearing hard.

The salesperson was scolded by Ying Wanwan, and hurriedly explained, "No." She made a gesture of invitation.

Ying Wanwan glanced at her, snorted coldly, and walked in slowly.

Because of the strong rustic clothes, most of the customers sitting in the cafe are well-dressed and well-dressed customers. Seeing Ying Wanwan, a strange person, come in, they all turned their attention to her.

Among them was the woman who had an argument with Ying Wanwan in front of the shop, who looked at her like a joke.

It's not that Ying Wanwan doesn't know her current attention rate, but she's not in the mood to pay attention to other people's attention right now.

She needs this job!
The era is similar, and the pattern of cafes is not much different from that of later generations.

Ying Wanwan walked to the piano stand, and there was a sheet of music on it, which was a manuscript, and the signature on the lower right corner of the page was Ronnie.

With the same name as the world-renowned pianist in the 21st century, without much thought, he was about to sit on the piano bench and play the piano.

She originally wanted to ask the person in charge of the store, but the living conditions of most people in this era are relatively poor, and they can barely solve their own food and clothing problems.

No one would have thought that a girl dressed as a village girl could play the piano. If she went to the person in charge of the store first, she might not even have the chance to meet the piano.

"Hey, comrade, you can't sit there..."

Sure enough, before the butt touched the stool, the waiter in the store had already stopped it.

Ying Wanwan glanced at the clerk who was walking towards her, sat down on the piano bench calmly, touched the keys of the piano with her hands, and the melodious and soothing tune slowly leaked out from her fingers, echoing in the quiet cafe.

The salesperson's hasty pace returned to normal in an instant, and the astonishment in her eyes hadn't faded away before she stood in front of her, "Comrade, you."

Ying Wanwan raised her chin and smiled confidently. Even though she was poorly dressed, that smile still amazed the salesperson.

She freed one hand, bent her arm, and booed at the other party. Stepson looked at the sheet music on the piano. This piece was an album released by Ronnie in the 80s, and it wasn't very famous.

His famous work was "Together Together" composed in the early 90s, and that song was her favorite and most proficient.

But here is the 80s, and she won't put things that are years later, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

So, she played according to the score on the shelf, but there is his score here, which looks like a manuscript. Could it be that he himself is here?

Will we meet today?

Damn, her hands are shaking a little.

When I was excited, I made a mistake, so I quickly stabilized my emotions and played seriously.

She finished playing the piece quickly, and sincerely said to the salesperson who was still standing next to her, "Sorry, I am here to apply for a pianist. Where is your person in charge? Can I be hired at my level?"

After she finished speaking, she belatedly realized that the cafe was too quiet.

With a sweep of his gaze, his cheeks quickly turned red.

Just now she had used all her courage to play the piano, and now everyone was staring at her, even the woman who pushed her outside before had a kind look in her eyes, and she was a little embarrassed.

A clear, melodious voice like Apollo's harp echoed in the quiet room, "I am, I wrote this piece, it was just released, I didn't expect you to be able to play it."

Ying Wanwan followed the voice and looked over. The man was wearing a dark Chinese tunic suit, with a slender figure, very healthy wheat-colored skin, a pair of handsome eyebrows that slanted into the temples, gentle eyes, a tall nose, thick and thin. Moderate reddish lips.

His pupils widened slightly in astonishment, isn't this just Ronnie himself?

Oh my God!

He looks so handsome without wrinkles.

His body is like an orchid branch and a jade tree, and his smile is like a bright moon in his arms, which is used to describe him.

Wait, he is the person in charge of this cafe?

Ying Wanwan was so excited that she couldn't help herself. She had already started to play the piano when she was three years old. She dreamed of meeting Ronnie, but she never expected to meet Ronnie in this situation by chance. They even had a conversation.

Ronnie looked her up and down, "What's your name? Did you learn the piano before?"

Ying Wanwan quickly hid the little emotions in her eyes, and nodded awkwardly, "Ying Wanwan, I started learning when I was very young." She passed the tenth grade of piano, and she played his piano skillfully. If she is lying, he can tell if she is lying.

"It seems that your family regards you as hope."

What do you mean?
Ying Wanwan blinked, lowered her head, glanced at her clothes, and understood roughly that he probably thought that her family had devoted all their savings and efforts to let her learn the piano.

Unable to refute, she asked again, "Can someone like me meet your employment requirements?"

Ronnie pulled away the chair beside him, neither cold nor indifferent, "It's done."

Ying Wanwan: "."

If it’s okay, it’s fine, if it’s not, it’s not, what will happen?

She cheekily said, "Then I will come to work here tomorrow."

Ronnie pulled away the chair under the table in front of her, bent down, sat casually, put his hands in his trouser pockets, his posture was lazy and leisurely, glanced at her clothes, and said in a disgusted tone, "Yes, but You can't come in in this suit."

When the sound fell, a muffled chuckle came from the quiet cafe.

Ying Wanwan: "."

She was a little embarrassed, she raised her hand to scrape the broken hair that fell on her cheek, coughed, and asked openly, "Doesn't your cafe provide uniforms?"

Her entire net worth is only a dozen yuan, even if she does not eat or drink, it is not enough to buy a decent dress.

Ronnie said unhurriedly, "Yes, the uniform will be deducted from your salary."

How stingy!

I didn't expect such a musician to be such a person!
Ying Wanwan secretly rolled her eyes at him, thanked him, greeted him, and walked out of the cafe with her back straight.

Passing by the bar, he paused and glanced at the business hours. From ten in the morning to two in the morning, there were shifts during the period.

She wondered where to go after work.

If you go back to the base, there will definitely be no cars at nine o'clock.

She thought about staying in the coffee shop until dawn and returning home, so she would be on the night shift.

The indoor temperature was pleasant, and when she went out, the cold wind hit her face, and her neck was immediately shrunk from the cold.

Nero, who kept his eyes on her, smiled quietly.

Because she wasted a lot of time in the cafe, Ying Wanwan was complained by everyone in the supply truck when she arrived at the stop.

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