Two days later, Xu Wenfeng went to Yilihuicheng Tiangong Advertising Company again. The familiar little Geng took others to order two fast food out of face, and Xiao Geng said that now the advertising company’s
Everyone ate the farm buns and enjoyed them, and every day everyone took turns queuing up to buy them.
The steamed buns sold by that steamed bun shop currently have three kinds of fillings, and everyone eats them in rotation. The steamed buns are paired with soy milk packaged in paper cups, which is sweet and delicious and is also very popular.
Moreover, the bun shop issued an in-store notice saying that it will soon add varieties of steamed buns, as well as spicy cold noodles, which will also be launched soon.
This is good news for people in advertising agencies, and they are also looking forward to the new flavor.
But to Xu Wenfeng's ears, it was like a slap in the face. It seems that there is no hope for these people to turn around after they get tired of eating steamed buns in the short term.
The trouble is, Xiao Ding's side isn't much better either.
In the days that followed, Xu Wenfeng came up with various ways to get orders, made friends with customers with a smile, gave free mineral water when ordering meals, boasted that his fast food was nutritious and hygienic, worked hard to develop new customers, etc., and tried his best
.
But all this failed to reverse the decline. The number of orders received every day has never been able to increase, not even half of the original.
With the decrease in orders, Manager Zhang's face of Dinghaoli Branch became increasingly ugly, so much so that Xu Wenfeng did not want to face it. On this day, the suppressed anger finally broke out, and he and Manager Zhang had a fierce quarrel.
"Get out of here!" Manager Zhang cursed.
Without saying a word, Xu Wenfeng turned around and slammed the door away. The door hit the door frame hard, and Manager Zhang's roar came from behind.
On the street, Xu Wenfeng unbuttoned his shirt. The sultry weather made him feel even more irritable.
It seems like it’s time to change jobs again, what else should I do?
He thought over and over again and had no idea.
Unknowingly, Xu Wenfeng came to the small square outside Guanghui Building. By the way, since I have nothing to do now, I might as well go and have a look at that farm bun shop and what it is like.
Crossing the small square and walking east, not far away, you saw a three-story building on the roadside with an eye-catching signboard.
"The bun shop at Youran Farm doesn't look that good." Xu Wenfeng muttered these words.
It's only around four o'clock in the afternoon, and it's not yet time for dinner, but there are already people queuing up at the takeout window of the bun shop.
Looking inside through the glass window, there are many customers dining in the lobby of the store.
The business is really good. It’s not even lunch time, but there are so many customers coming. What kind of steamed buns are so attractive? It’s so enviable. Xu Wenfeng shook his head and wanted to get closer to take a look, but he heard this
Someone is talking next to me.
"I've told you before, farm buns are delicious. If you still don't believe it, now you know."
"Haha, it tastes good, but you have to come here early, otherwise there won't even be a seat. I bought more this time and will take it to the company for lunch tomorrow."
"That's good. The unit has a refrigerator and a microwave. You can just heat it up when the time comes."
When Xu Wenfeng heard this, a wave of evil fire rushed upward. Yes, his job was ruined by this bun shop.
Suddenly, as if by chance, he picked up half a brick from the ground and threw it towards the window in the corner of the bun shop without thinking.
"Boom, crash." The sound of breaking glass was mixed with a woman's scream.
Xu Wenfeng was stunned, his mind went blank.
"It's him, this kid did it!" someone shouted.
The store door opened, and several men in white overalls rushed out, grabbed Xu Wenfeng, and twisted him into the bun shop.
When Xu Wenfeng came to his senses, he had been taken upstairs and into a small room. There was a table in the room, which seemed to be used as an office.
There was a young man in a suit sitting behind the table. He looked about the same age as him. His eyes were bright and he looked very smart and capable. He should be a responsible person.
Xu Wenfeng was forced to sit down on a wooden chair.
"Tell me what's going on. What's your name and what do you do? Why are you causing trouble? If you have a good attitude, we don't have to send you to the police station." The man in the suit said in a low tone, but there was a hint of dignity.
Xu Wenfeng sat on the chair and calmed down now. He understood that he had done something stupid and he should admit his apology.
He felt that the person opposite might not be too difficult to talk to, so he took a deep breath and tried to use a calm tone to briefly describe his name, experience and the reason for today's accident.
After listening to his statement, the man in the suit frowned slightly and remained silent for a while.
Xu Wenfeng didn't say anything either, and the room suddenly fell into silence.
After a while, the man in the suit sighed and took the initiative to break the silence.
"It's really not easy to make a living in your profession. I understand that. However, you are too impulsive. Have you ever thought about the consequences if you hit someone today? Can you afford it?" At this point,
, his tone became stern.
Xu Wenfeng lowered his head. In fact, he had long since regretted his impulsiveness, but after hearing what the other party said, it seemed that no one was hurt, which made him secretly relieved.
"However, there are rules for everything. If you cause losses to our store, that piece of glass costs hundreds of dollars. You must compensate for this. We will not pursue the rest. We will let you go after paying the money." Suit.
The man said without any doubt.
He still had a few hundred yuan. Xu Wenfeng was about to agree when his mind suddenly changed and he immediately swallowed the words that came to his lips.
"Well... I've lost my job, and now I don't even have money for food. Where can I find the money to compensate?"
"Manager Zheng, I think this guy named Xu is not a good guy. Don't talk nonsense to him and just send him to the police station." The stout man behind him yelled angrily.
Manager Zheng waved his hand to signal him to stay calm. Then he said to Xu Wenfeng:
"That's not easy to handle. What do you want?"
"Manager Zheng, I think your store is doing very well, but it must be short of manpower. Otherwise, I can work here and make money to pay for the glass." Xu Wenfeng suggested.
After hearing what he said, Manager Zheng frowned and considered.
"I can do any job, including doing odd jobs, washing dishes, and serving dishes. I will definitely do it well." Xu Wenfeng continued to plead.
"Okay, our store does need work now. In this case, you hand over your ID card and leave it with me. I will return it to you when your wages are enough to compensate for the glass." Manager Zheng thought for a while, and seemed to
There was no other good way, so I finally nodded and agreed.
"Hey, okay, I just happened to have it with me." Xu Wenfeng said, quickly took out his ID card from his pocket, stood up and put it on his desk.
Manager Zheng took the ID card, looked at it, and then put it in his pocket.
"Xiao Wu, take Xu Wenfeng to the backyard, get some work clothes, and then see if you can arrange some work for him. Let's start now." Manager Zheng told another man in the room.