Author: Lost Dragon

Song Huanxi stiffened her neck and slowly turned her head. She clearly heard the clicking sound as her neck twisted——

I happened to see Mr. Lu nodded slowly.

When she looked back at the center of the restaurant, Scar had already relaxed: "Okay, then it's 10%, no more!"

"Now that you're here, let's get a bowl of noodles for all the brothers!"

Boss Chi could only respond with a smile. These dozen people, each with a bowl of shrimp wonton noodles, have all worked for nothing tonight!

But fortunately, he gritted his teeth and accepted the 10% increase. At worst, the time for selling the shop would be postponed for another two years!

Song Huanxi was busy again. This time, he didn't need to order. He just had to wait for Boss Chi to cook the noodles and serve them to Scar and others.

This group of vicious guys ate the noodles in a hurry. After finishing the noodles, they raised their legs and walked away, as if they were being chased by evil spirits!

Now it seems that Mr. Lu is the evil ghost!

Mr. Lu drank the long-cold coffee in one gulp, casually placed a five-yuan note on the table, and turned around to leave the noodle shop.

Boss Chi frowned and looked at the mess in the room. Knowing that he could no longer do business today, he sighed and told Song Huanxi: "Take some time to clean up and close the shop!"

Song Huanxi quickly packed up the dishes, picked up the dishes, and sent them to the kitchen. Boss Chi hired another grandma to wash the dishes, so she didn't have to do anything.

Wipe the tabletop, sweep the floor, turn the chair upside down on the table, and mop the floor again. Today's work is considered completed.

The work ended early today. Boss Chi settled the accounts according to time and gave Song Huanxi a two-dollar coin. It was heavy in his hand and very weighty.

The first reason why I like working at Chiji: I get paid every day for my daily work!

Boss Chi picked up another pack of oil paper and handed it to Song Huanxi: "Take this pack of wontons home for a midnight snack!"

The second reason why I like Chiji: There are often free late-night snacks!

Song Huanxi took the wontons, hesitated, and pointed to a pile of old newspapers in the corner: "Can I take these newspapers home and take a look?"

These old newspapers were left behind by customers after reading them. The proprietress, Aunt Chi, saved a pile and sold them to the scrap collector.

Before Uncle Chi could speak, Aunt Chi shouted: "No!"

Song Huanxi knew her very well and immediately added: "I just took a look and brought it back to work tomorrow!"

Aunt Chi was speechless for a moment, but Uncle Chi made the final decision: "Take it, take it!"

After a pause, he added: "Remember to bring it back tomorrow!"

Song Huanxi: "...Okay."

Although Uncle Chi is equally frugal, he is still much more generous than Aunt Chi. It seems that today's monthly increase has really stimulated Uncle Chi.

Song Huanxi carried a large bundle of old newspapers in one hand and an oil paper bag in the other, left the noodle shop and walked slowly towards home.

Most of the shops had closed, and every household was starting to smoke. The streets were empty and dark, and Song Huanxi couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Just after passing half the street, a tall figure came into view on the side of the road, and the young man's magnetic voice sounded: "Did I scare you?"

Song Huanxi paused. The Mr. Lu in front of him looked both familiar and unfamiliar. What was familiar was his appearance, but what was unfamiliar was his dress and temperament——

The buttons of the three-piece suit jacket and the waistcoat underneath were all unbuttoned, and the tie was torn off, hanging casually on the collar.

The top two buttons of the white shirt were also undone, revealing the eye-catching Adam's apple and collarbone.

The bangs that were originally slicked back were scattered in front of the forehead, and the eyes without glasses were bright and sharp.

Mr. Lu——

Younger and more aggressive.

Song Huanxi spoke softly, for fear of disturbing the young tiger who had woken up: "Should I call you Mr. Lu, or Brother Quanxing?"

Yes, she has already remembered the name that her senior brother told her - Daquanzai, Quanxing!

The only one who can make Scar, who is leading a group of younger brothers, give in is his immediate eldest brother.

Mr. Lu was stunned for a moment. He had gained a bit of fame with his fists in this area. He even had a nickname, Quan Xing. But such a young girl who only worked in a noodle shop could call him by name.

Nickname——

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then came up with the answer: "I didn't expect that Tiejipeng's junior sister would be so young and beautiful."

Song Huanxi: "..."

Is your senior brother’s nickname Iron Leg Peng?

She took a step back cautiously. It was not a good word to be praised by such a person for being young and beautiful!

Mr. Lu burst out laughing. He coughed twice and said jokingly: "Don't be afraid, girl, Xiao Ke. Xiao Ke just listened to the girl reading the newspaper for a long time. Today I saw the girl tampering with the original text. I wanted to listen silently, but I really couldn't.

Stay curious—'"

Song Huanxi was a little scared at first, but after being stunned for a moment, she gradually realized that this bastard was actually imitating her!

The girl was immediately ashamed and embarrassed, and also felt an indescribable secret of joy.

Most of her fear of Mr. Lu had dissipated, so much so that when Mr. Lu reached out and took the bundle of old newspapers in her hand, she did not resist.

Mr. Lu asked naturally: "Which direction is home?"

The dizzy Song Huanxi pointed directly to the front of the street.

The two people walked slowly along the street.

The heavy old newspapers were as light as nothing in Mr. Lu's hands. He asked casually: "What are you doing with this bundle of newspapers? Do you want to read them?"

Song Huanxi was a little happy. As soon as Mr. Lu came up, he asked her if she wanted to read it instead of asking her if she wanted to sell it.

She was about to respond when she heard Mr. Lu ask again: "Is it easier to adapt it after reading it?"

His voice is full of laughter and a sense of humor.

Song Huanxi: "..."

This person is really annoying, he just picks out people's sore spots and targets them!

She hummed twice: "Only read! No changes!"

Mr. Lu couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Song Huanxi thought of Uncle Chi and his wife, and asked tentatively: "The monthly payment that Uncle Chi originally paid is already quite a lot, why today -"

The next second, the somewhat lazy young tiger suddenly entered hunting mode. Mr. Lu stopped, his smile faded, and he asked instead of answering her:

"Do you know how much money Boss Chi made from me?"

He sneered: "Malay coffee is the cheapest when it comes to Hong Kong City. Two spoons a day and boiled water cost me five yuan."

Mr. Lu stared at the girl with deep eyes, and said meaningfully: "My money is not that easy to earn."

Song Huanxi was speechless. Boss Chi, who was selling coffee, was indeed a little dark-hearted.

The atmosphere between the two finally became colder.

Mr. Lu simply handed the old newspaper back to Song Huanxi, "Home is not far away, right? Go back by yourself!"

Song Huanxi took the old newspaper, thanked her, and turned to leave. Mr. Lu stopped her again: "My surname is Lu, and my name is Xingbang. From now on... you should call me Mr. Lu!"

Song Huanxi followed the good advice: "Okay, Mr. Lu."

There is another chapter tonight.
Chapter completed!