Ah Mian was so confused by what was being said that she knew the meaning of each word, but when put together, she couldn't understand the whole thing.
Ah Mian, who had been slow to join, suddenly became seen as less "successful" and outdated in the circle of the boss's group. Seeing that he couldn't persuade Ah Mian, the boss, Song, now always looked at him with a "disappointed" expression when he and his companions passed by the shop. They all felt that they were destined to become great merchants, and their vision was naturally different from that of Ah Mian, a small business owner.
After strolling around the food street, Ah Mian discovered that once the initial novelty wore off, customers no longer liked overly flashy shops.
Many waiters in restaurants are complaining that they are already tired enough from working every day, but now they have to dance and "attend meetings" every day, and they are not allowed to sit down and rest when there are no customers.
Even more remarkably, the shop removed all the chairs and stools that could be used for sitting behind the counter.
Even if there isn't a single customer in the shop, the servants are not allowed to rest.
"I think Mr. Song has changed a lot. The atmosphere on the food street is weird now."
Amian lay on Meng Chijian's lap, who was drying her hair with a large, dry towel, and asked, "Was it that success guru who did this?"
"Yes. When I was working at the fish soup shop, Boss Song treated us very well. She would often treat us to food, and we worked very hard. Even after Wangwang and I stopped working at the shop, we were still friends and would get together to chat from time to time. But the other day when I went to her shop to make fermented bean curd sauce, I found that she had changed a new batch of employees. She said that the previous employees were too lazy..."
Amian frowned and muttered to herself, "What does success really taste like? I wish I could be successful too."
In short, people eager for "success" come and go every day, shouting in the courtyard until their throats are hoarse.
"However, it doesn't matter that the shop isn't fully decorated yet..." Ah Mian thought of something and excitedly slapped the bed, "Let's sell mung bean soup for a while first!"
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