Two people preparing to make a move saw the boss suddenly enter and quickly put on honest expressions, stepping back two paces.
Min'er, looking as if she had been wronged and dared not speak, bowed to the boss.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I accidentally dropped the bowl."
"Do you think I'm blind? Did you drop it yourself, or did someone snatch it from your hands?"
The boss was taken in by Min'er's subtle words.
"You're too useless. You don't even dare to tell the truth in front of so many people?"
"And you two, what's going on? I said you weren't doing your job well, and you're not happy about it? You even have the nerve to settle scores with others?"
"Get out, get out, get out! Don't come back this afternoon, don't let me see you again, just get lost!"
After driving away the two dishonest employees, the boss instructed Zhan Bei Jue to serve dishes in the afternoon, while Min'er washed the dishes alone.
Although they both had jobs, their workload increased significantly. It was hard to tell whether they should be happy or worried.
His left shoulder hadn't fully healed, and holding trays with bare hands for a long time was tiring.
In the afternoon, Zhan Bei Jue took out a dish cart.
He placed two layers of iron plates on it, pushed the cart, and served dishes to everyone slowly and elegantly.
Some customers praised the boss.
"This new equipment is great. It not only makes the living room much quieter but also more spacious."
"And the young man serving dishes is very clean and handsome. It's refreshing for everyone. Good."
Receiving their praise, Zhan Bei Jue worked even harder.
He smiled at every customer and was responsive to every request.
He didn't even react when people, regardless of gender, reached out to touch him.
He received quite a few tips that afternoon.
Min'er wasn't as fortunate as him.
She was busy non-stop, washing dishes until she felt dizzy.
In the end, Zhan Bei Jue finished his work and helped her wash dishes for half an hour before they could finish.
Straightening up, Zhan Bei Jue's first action was to stuff all the tips he received into Min'er's hands.
Then he apologized to her.
It was all his fault for being clever and causing her to have more work.
Seeing that he had earned money on his first day of work, Min'er didn't care about feeling uncomfortable anymore.
Her face was contorted with joy.
"Serving dishes is a good job. I knew you could get tips! But the boss wouldn't let me do it. I didn't expect you to achieve it on your first day!"
"You earned so much? That's more than my wages for two days! You're amazing!"
"If you're a little sweeter tomorrow, maybe in three days we can pay the rent!"
What?
So he was that useful?
Zhan Bei Jue was encouraged by her.
"Okay, I'll work harder tomorrow."
As they spoke, they untied each other's aprons, left the kitchen, and were about to walk outside.
A motorcycle roared past the restaurant entrance.
With a "clang," the glass shattered the moment the motorcycle passed.
Min'er and the boss, who was calculating accounts behind the cash register, were startled.
Zhan Bei Jue, agile, immediately rushed out and chased a few steps.
If it weren't for his leg injury, he wouldn't have let those people get away.
Unfortunately, his leg hurt badly, so he could only return.
"Who? Did you see clearly? Who is so unethical to smash my glass?"
"I didn't see the person clearly, only the license plate."
Zhan Bei Jue recited a motorcycle license plate number.
The boss frowned.
"Isn't that Goth's motorcycle? Revenge! It's definitely intentional revenge! He smashed my glass because I wouldn't let him work here? He's tired of living!"
"They haven't gone far yet. The surveillance camera at the entrance should have captured it. Should we call the police?"
Surveillance?
Zhan Bei Jue overestimated the boss.
All the electrical equipment in the house was ten years old and should have been replaced long ago.
But thinking of the considerable expense, he held back.
There was no surveillance at the store entrance, and the police wouldn't pay attention to such a small matter.
It was better to teach them a lesson himself.
To avoid delaying work the next day, the boss immediately called someone to replace the glass.
He asked the two of them to stay and watch.
After speaking, the boss got up to go out.
Zhan Bei Jue stepped forward.
"If they really came to retaliate, isn't it very dangerous for you to go out like this? I'll accompany you. Two people can look out for each other."
Although he had only met Zhan Bei Jue on the first day, the boss felt that he was very reliable and reassuring.
The boss looked at him touchedly for two seconds and nodded.
Soon, the glass installers arrived.
The boss directed them from the side while calling friends, muttering in the local language.
Although they couldn't understand, they could guess from his body language that he was definitely going to retaliate.
The glass was installed.
The boss drove away.
The car had already started, but he suddenly poked his head out again to look at Zhan Bei Jue.
"Hey, I'm still short a bodyguard. You seem to have some skill. Do you want to come with me? I'll pay you."
Zhan Bei Jue was in a state of greed for money at this moment.
He didn't care if his legs were good or not, as long as he could earn money, he was willing to do anything.
Hearing this, he slung the bag back onto Min'er's shoulder, placed his hands on the boss's passenger car window, lifted his feet, and slid in like an eel.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Then he turned back and waved to Min'er.
"You go back first, I'll be back soon."
The boss had called three friends, and with Zhan Bei Jue, four bodyguards followed him and swaggered to the Goth brothers' house.
Regardless of whether they had smashed the glass or not, without a word, they grabbed clubs and started swinging them at the house.
After a round of beating and smashing, the brothers knelt and begged for mercy, but the boss still wouldn't let them go.
"You didn't smash the glass, you smashed my dignity! My prestige on this street!"
"If I don't punish you properly, how can I do business here in the future? Don't say anything else, you have two options."
"One: return all the wages you earned from me, not a penny less! Two: send you to eat national food. Choose one yourself."
The boss had some influence on this street.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hire so many illegal employees to work for him.
The Goth brothers knew very well that they couldn't afford to offend him and could only pay to resolve the disaster.
Zhan Bei Jue earned another sum of money with almost no effort.
When he returned home and sneaked in, Min'er was sitting by the bed waiting for him.
Handing her the money, they were so excited to see how much it was that they hugged each other tightly.
"I knew I didn't misjudge you back then... Are you injured?"
A significant portion of a man's drive comes from a woman's encouragement.
With her encouragement, Zhan Bei Jue felt a sense of accomplishment.
"Since I can earn money, you don't need to go to the convenience store anymore. If you keep struggling like this, you won't be able to bear it."
Min'er felt a sense of security like a boat reaching shore. "Okay."
Actually, the boss had stopped letting her go long ago; she had begged to continue.
The two of them slept, one on the bed and one on the floor.
Min'er was too tired and fell asleep instantly, but Zhan Bei Jue couldn't sleep.
He knew that if he wanted to get Min'er out of this predicament, these trivial matters wouldn't be enough.
He needed to make big money.