Chapter 308 Another Bowl (Third Update)

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Fu Dajun stared at the woman with sharp eyes: "Master Guo offered you such a good offer, why didn't you consider it?"

Zheng Xiaolan's face was slightly cold: "Do you think there is a free lunch in the world? If you force me to go, I will resign and go back to my hometown."

Her attitude was very firm: "In the worst case, it would be better for me to go back to plow the fields than to work for Guo Dongyang."

She obviously knew better than Fu Dajun what kind of person he was.

"With a villain's heart, what kind of woman, Mr. Guo, has never seen before, would fall in love with someone like you?"

Fu Dajun sneered: "He is just looking at my face and giving you a chance. OK, if you don't like it and don't want to go, then don't go."

"But if you don't go, then you don't have to worry about having no money, because you asked for it yourself."

He added: "Don't think that I bought so many clothes today and holding the Apple Seven is just to show off."

"It's for social needs. I have been in close contact with Mr. Guo recently. I see that we are all sons of powerful people. Without a fruit machine, we can't even talk. You must support men when they strive for career."

"As long as I succeed, you will be happy."

Zheng Xiaolan took a deep breath: "Dajun, can you please stop interacting with Mr. Guo and the others? You are completely different from their circle. If you squeeze in, everything will be hard."

"It's better for you to face reality and strive to graduate early and work early so that we can take root in this city."

"As long as you promise not to interact with each other, I will go buy Apple Seven with you later."

She followed Fu Dajun and met Guo Dongyang twice. Each time, the undisguised lust in his eyes made her resist from the bottom of her heart.

"Are you out of your mind again?"

Fu Dajun's face darkened: "How can you talk such nonsense without entering the water? Mr. Guo, do you know who he is? One of the four young masters of Mingjiang."

"As long as I have a good relationship with Mr. Guo and he points his finger at me, my graduation results and career path will be ready. If I do a little more, I will have a house and a car."

Zheng Xiaolan begged in a low voice: "Don't have any contact with him anymore, okay? I beg you." Then she reminded again:

"Don't you always look down on those powerful children? Do you think they are all parasites and dandy young masters? Why are you hanging out with Guo Dongyang again now?"

Fu Dajun was slapped in the face and was very angry. He twisted his words: "Shut up! I am learning skills from the barbarians to control them."

Then, he stopped looking at Zheng Xiaolan, slapped the table and stood up shouting: "Waiter, where is the noodle number 38? Why aren't you here yet?"

"Zanshou, why don't you serve it to the guests? Why bother?"

The boss's hoarse voice sounded: "Are you feeling uncomfortable again? When will you ever feel better? Hurry up and bring the things to the guests."

Soon, the middle-aged waiter came forward with a tray. After just a few steps, he frowned, as if his waist was injured.

He protected the tray, carefully squeezed through the crowd, and approached Fu Dajun's table.

"Xiaolan, do you see? In this society, you have to be loud enough and have strong connections before anyone will take you seriously."

Hearing that his food was coming soon, Fu Dajun danced and instilled ideas into Zheng Xiaolan: "You have to learn more, do you hear me?"

"boom!"

Fu Dajun's large body movements instantly knocked off the tray held by a waiter. With a loud noise, the tray and two bowls of noodles fell to the ground.

Two large porcelain bowls and a large plate were broken into seven or eight pieces, and the edges became extremely sharp. Miscellaneous noodles and a portion of the sauce skeleton were also scattered on the floor.

The waiter's body was still stained with a lot of soup and sauce, and the hotness made him frown, but he quickly regained his composure.

Fu Dajun also said "ouch" and shook his finger, which hurt a little.

The middle-aged man heard Fu Dajun's ouch and hurriedly took a step forward to greet him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Did I burn you accidentally?"

Zheng Xiaolan waved her hands hurriedly: "We are fine, are you hurt?"

"Shut up!"

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to speak, Fu Dajun scolded Zheng Xiaolan for sitting calmly: "What do you mean it's okay? Have you asked me?"

Zheng Xiaolan immediately bit her lip and stopped making any sound.

"How do you carry things?"

Seeing the middle-aged man's weak and bully attitude, Fu Dajun touched his fingers, and his originally relaxed face immediately changed to a look of pain:

"Don't you have eyes? Are you looking at me bumping into you here? Damn it! Not only did the food I ordered fall off, but my fingers also hurt and may be broken."

"I want to complain. Not only do I want to complain about you as an incompetent employee, I also want to complain about the noodle shop for hurting my body."

Fu Dajun obviously knows how to bluff: "I will post on Weibo and WeChat immediately to let everyone know that you have a bad attitude here."

Ye Tianlong had a look of disdain on his face, this bastard was a perfect example of someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

The middle-aged man bowed repeatedly: "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I will compensate you for your loss. I just ask you not to complain."

"Canshou, what did you do?"

At this time, a noodle shop manager ran over quickly and scolded the middle-aged man with a straight face: "Wash dishes and break them. Serving noodles also hurts customers. Can you still do it?"

"If you can't do it, get out of here." Then he raised a smile and apologized to Fu Dajun: "Sir, I'm sorry, this is a temporary job."

"I'm not familiar with the business, so I offended you. I'll apologize to you on his behalf, and I'll also fine him a bonus."

The person in charge of the noodle shop did not ask the reason, and simply handled the crisis: "Finance, deduct 500 from the salary of the disabled person, and let him get away as far as possible."

"The five hundred deducted will be used as compensation for this gentleman."

When he heard that there was a compensation of 500 yuan, Fu Dajun sneered: "That's about the same. I tell you, once you deal with the injustice, I will immediately expose it to the media and my friends in the circle."

"Young Master Guo, one of the four young masters of Mingjiang, is my real buddy. When he gets angry, your noodle shop will be closed down."

"Seeing how sensible you are, let's forget it this time."

Zheng Xiaolan hurriedly warned: "Dajun, we can't ask for this money..."

"Shut up! I deserve this!"

Fu Dajun sat down proudly and waved to the person in charge of the noodle shop: "Hurry up and serve me the food."

"Remember, splash me once, five hundred yuan, you idiot!"

Then he looked at the middle-aged man squatting on the ground with disgust and said, "Also, tell him to get out of here and stop hanging around in front of me."

"Snapped!"

He also poured tea on the middle-aged man's head: "Bad luck."

The middle-aged man didn't react much. He stretched out his hand to touch his wet hair, then continued to tidy it up with his head down, resigned to the situation.

Ye Tianlong didn't say anything. He stood up with half a bowl of chicken soup that was no longer boiling hot, walked straight to Fu Dajun, and slapped him on the head.

Fu Dajun suddenly turned into a drowned rat.

Ye Tianlong took out his wallet, dropped a thousand dollars, and pointed his finger at the noodle shop owner:

"one more bowl."

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