"Xiao Wu, after I finish moving these two boxes, I'll give this table a box as well."
The boss wanted to save trouble, so he took the order from the table next to him and couldn't move his hand away, so he asked the worker who came to deliver the beer to help.
The worker was wearing this hat and couldn't see clearly what he looked like, except that half of his face was very tanned.
The guy was carrying a box of beer into the house. Yang Ling just glanced at it and turned back when he suddenly heard a scream behind him.
"What's going on with you? You stepped on my newly bought skirt like this, and it's all oily!"
Yang Ling turned around and saw the table of customers he had just seen. A girl stood up and grabbed the worker to prevent him from leaving.
The beer worker was still holding a box of beer in his arms and kept admitting his mistake.
"Miss, I'm sorry I didn't see clearly. Let me wipe it clean for you."
As the worker spoke, he put the beer at his feet and took out a very dirty handkerchief from his pocket to wipe it with.
As soon as the girl saw the handkerchief, she immediately screamed and took a step back.
"What are you doing? Do you want to ruin my dress?"
The worker stood there awkwardly holding a handkerchief.
"Miss, I really didn't mean it, otherwise I would take it home and help you wash it."
"You have a beautiful idea. I bought this skirt for more than 2,000 yuan for you to take home? I don't even know who you are."
Many male guests at the table stood up one after another and stared at the wine delivery man with unkind expressions.
"Do you have eyes?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I really didn't see it."
"It's over if you don't see it?"
Several men surrounded the wine delivery worker.
"Sir, I'm so sorry. Otherwise, how about I take you to the laundry? I'll pay for it!"
the workers begged.
"laundry?"
The woman gritted her teeth and said meanly.
"My skirt was completely ruined by you. Look, you stepped on my skirt and tore it apart. What's the point of sending it to the laundry?"
"Miss, it's fine and not rotten. Just wash it and it'll be fine."
One of the strongest men suddenly took action and pushed the worker onto the other companions.
The companion opposite him was very disgusted and kicked the worker on the back and said dissatisfiedly.
"It's all ashes, who are you sticking it on?"
The worker staggered to the ground, raised his head and begged for mercy: "Brothers, can you give me some face? I know there is a laundry nearby. The clothes are washed very clean, and they can help mend the clothes. I can definitely do it."
Repaired."
"Are you deaf? Xiaomei said that if this dress is broken, it is broken and can no longer be had. You kid, hurry up and come up with 2,000 yuan. I will kill you today!"
"That's right, if you step on other people's things, you have to pay for it. Come up with 2,000 yuan quickly, or you won't get a good harvest today!"
Seeing that group of people gathering together to bully such a worker, Yang Ling was very dissatisfied.
The fabric of that skirt is really good. Even if the light is so dim at night, you can see that the color is very bright.
But just such a skirt is only worth 200 yuan at most, which is a lot.
Just asking for 2,000 yuan, isn't this robbery?
"Sir, I'm just an alcoholic worker. My monthly salary is less than 200 yuan. Where can I get 2,000 yuan?"
The worker begged hard, but those people had no intention of letting him live.
Instead, they all gathered around him, stroking him with their hands and feet.
"You don't have any money, do you?"
"You, a big living person like you, only have 20 yuan in your pocket. Where did you hide my money?"
"Hurry up and hand over the money honestly, or else you'll have something nice to look at!"
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The threats and actions of those people prevented the workers from resisting.
They took off the workers' coats, revealing the worn-out vests underneath, and the exposed skin was covered with large tattoos.
"Ouch? So many tattoos?"
"Social person?"
"Haha, he has a green dragon on his left and a white tiger on his right, and he really thinks he is something?"
"Look at this tattoo, it's pretty scary."
Yang Ling couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to stand up and stop him.
Wang Luyao immediately grabbed Yang Ling and said timidly.
"Boss, we can't afford to offend these people, so let's forget it."
Chen Waner also said: "They are all residents nearby and have many connections. If we provoke them, we will be ready to eat."
"Boss, you don't think they are good people, so it's better to stay out of it."
Song Xiaoliang has also been working outside for many years, and has seen a lot of these things in society. If he had to stand up for justice in everything, he would have been in trouble a long time ago.
Several employees persuaded the boss in this way because they liked the boss and was a kind-hearted boss that they had rarely encountered in so many years.
If Yang Ling provokes these people just because of such a sense of justice, it will be too much.
While the internal communication was going on here, the guests at the next table became more and more arrogant.
"You have no money, right? If you don't have any money, I'll chop off one of your arms. An arm is worth 2,000 yuan. I think that's enough!"
"Boy, you'd better call for the money honestly. If this matter doesn't come to light tonight, you'll get some good results!"
"Hurry up and kowtow to Xiaomei and apologize, you bitch, you ruined our mood tonight, it's really disgusting!"
Not only did those guys verbally insult me severely, but they also punched and kicked me, showing no mercy at all with their skills.
The worker was lying on the ground with his head in his arms, motionless, and his already worn vest was covered with mud.
If he were asked to pay 2,000 yuan in compensation, wouldn't that cost his life?
The boss came out of the room with a plate of dishes and saw the situation in front of him. He immediately lowered his head and walked back, pretending not to see it.
A customer even grabbed the boss and dragged him back.
"Old Chen, this guy trampled on our little girl's skirt. It costs 2,000 yuan. This happened in your store. You can't run so fast!"
The boss stumbled and said: "Sir... that... he delivers beer, I have nothing to do with him... That is all his responsibility and has nothing to do with me!"
"You old man, your relationship ended pretty quickly, didn't you?"
"You were quite familiar with it when I ordered people to carry beer?"
Seeing that he couldn't escape, the boss said: "The worst thing is, we won't have to pay for the meal tonight."
The man pushed the boss out and shouted: "The dress was ruined in your store. We didn't plan to give you the money in the first place! Come out with the 200 yuan quickly, or you won't be able to escape!"
Seeing this situation, Yang Ling couldn't bear it anymore, so she slapped the table and stood up.