Chapter 7: Chameleon Master VS Broker "Job Secrets"...
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A second ago, this was a secret known only to the Shen family.
The relatives around me carefully avoided this topic.
Like a newly printed book, with the inner pages smelling of ink, a misplaced comma suddenly appears.
The perfect young master of the Shen family is actually color blind.
The Maple Leaf Country's driver's license is color-blind-friendly, and the garage's top sports cars and antique classic cars are large enough to be used in a car show.
But in our country, which is known for its rigor, the young master who calls himself the driving god of Akina Mountain does not have a driver's license.
His childhood friend is a member of a famous supercar club in China.
"A-Che, the club's audited assets are only nine figures. That's not a big enough barrier for you, right?" His childhood friend was chattering. "Is your family bankrupt? Hey, brother, I only have this card. Use it to help out in an emergency."
Chen Che wanted to slap him a few times.
The words surged to my lips like a rising tide, then receded.
Having said that, can color blindness be cured?
He has this ability, so won’t the next Nobel Prize in Medicine be his?
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The man in front of me has not yet taken off his light yellow doll costume.
Chi Leyou raised his chin, and the framed field of view moved upwards, cutting off his funny lower body and focusing on his face.
Three-dimensional and vivid, with a straight nose, this is the illustrator's favorite real-life model image.
With just a few strokes, the astonishment in his expression was accurately captured, which became the illustrator's most popular work.
Chen Che was burned by her naked eyes.
She is really not simple.
In his left hand, he holds the shocking news that Du Yuanshan has a son, and in his right hand, he holds the code that he is color blind.
What will she do?
Negotiate a price with the paparazzi, and then schemingly——
"Oh, I also know that Queen Du's baby son has a genetic disease."
"This is a two-for-one explosive trending search, so we have to pay more."
By accepting this money, she completely achieved class transition.
Chen Che pushed the hood back onto his head and vented his anger on the imaginary enemy in his head.
"No, no, don't go on." Chi Leyou's heart was filled with a thousand touches of emotion. "You've been standing for me for half an hour. This is my job—"
The hood hid the man's slightly indifferent expression. "How can a part-time worker possibly win your favor? Boss Chi has lofty ambitions."
The sound waves transformed into vibrations, undulating in the invisible air. Chi Leyou didn't grasp the key to this, and waved his hands in self-deprecation: "Me? Become a boss? Maybe in my next life."
Shen Che let out a laugh.
interesting.
The girl added: "Color blindness is not a disease, there's no need to feel too inferior."
Topics like tether tennis, rebounding beginners' rackets, and the tendency of the heart to collapse.
Chen Che wanted to get angry because he was bringing up something that was not related to the topic.
But the simple-minded girl couldn't see it and just lowered her hands to pull up her trouser legs.
"Look."
It turned out that two ivory chopstick-like legs were supported by the wide functional pants.
She did a strange dance, tapping her feet one after the other.
"I was in a hurry to get to work this morning and wore the wrong color socks. Red and green look so ugly, right?" She spoke at top speed. "You're the only one who doesn't laugh at me."
People with color blindness cannot distinguish between red and green.
Like an extremely experienced tennis coach, she picked up the non-existent racket and blocked the high-speed tennis ball for him.
The corners of Chen Che's lips twitched: "...No."
The girl seemed satisfied. She closed her legs and loosened her fingertips. At that moment when her trouser legs fell, his eyes moved and he saw the two pieces of socks wrapped around the ivory chopstick legs.
The left foot is big and the right foot is small.
The ankle part is a protruding bear paw.
The "Bear Combination" stretched out their bear arms and gave a high five with their two bear paws.
For the first time, he realized how outrageous girls' socks could be.
They are clearly brown and beige socks, so why is there a traffic light?
Chi Leyou chuckled.
There is a naiveté in the smile.
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"Yuan Shannu Naah~~~" The owner of the Korean restaurant twisted his body into a pretzel with the sound of waves.
Next to the turkey pattern on the apron is the same twisted signature.
Du
Yuan
Shan
Happiness is that simple.
"Nuna~~~" The owner held the turkey, his palms happily overlapping with the tip of the chicken, and swung into the air like a swing.
The concentration of love particles in the air exceeded the standard. Chen Che felt a chill and suddenly pulled his hand back.
What? Is this too abrupt? Zhonggu Salami doesn't like Du Yuanshan? How could anyone dislike Yuanshan?! The shop owner's expression was like a rapidly swirling cloud on a windy day.
My fists are strong and hard, I want to beat all the haters to death.
Fortunately, he was wearing a hood. Chen Che blinked and raised his eyes from his mother's crooked signature to her crazy fans.
"Du Yuanshan concentration" exceeds the standard.
What would happen if Chi Leyou saw this? Would he secretly take a photo and post it on social media?
No.
She will definitely take this opportunity to reveal what she saw and heard while working yesterday.
"Boss, you're finally here." A soft voice came from another place.
The shop owner turned around.
"Hey Saisang—" He stopped in time and blurted out a word that remained in his brain, "twins?"
His eyes switched back and forth between the two identical turkeys like a fruit ninja.
Chi Leyou: "Boss, my companions have attracted quite a few customers, so we should stick to the original plan and serve two □□."
She’s serving the food! A curse word exploded in Shen Che’s head.
"My partner speaks good English and meets your Groovejob recruitment requirements." Chi Leyou spoke quickly, first presenting facts and then showing data. "Twenty-nine thousand dollars an hour. He's already worked for half an hour, so let's round it up. I'll work with him and help you finish your lunch break."
Shen Che couldn't hold it any longer. According to her, he would have to stand for another hour and a half?
Chi Leyou spread his wings, stopped Chen Che, and said in coded language: "60 dollars for two hours! You bastard who doesn't make money is a bastard."
Chen Che: Laying eggs while standing like a fool, what else could he be but a turtle?
"And more." The girl's voice was enchanting.
The shop owner's eyelids twitched.
"Don't try to deny my friend the C-train fare. Pay it all at once."
The shop owner mumbled incoherently, interspersed with gestures, not knowing a word of English. His voice was as loud as a three-wheeled motorcycle as he spoke with anger: "You Zhonggu Salami guys are too picky!"
Chi Leyou confronted him in English: "I only understand three words: Chinese, please stop being racist."
"You——" The boss quickly stopped talking halfway through his words.
There was a large shadow in front of me.
He raised his neck and slowly met Shen Che's gaze.
The other party used precise words, using the shop owner's language to hit back: "Chinese? Fattening?"
"You can speak Korean..." The boss smacked his lips.
Du Yuanshan is quite popular in the neighboring kimchi country, and Chen Che often went there to eat kimchi when he was a child.
"Be polite, understand?" Shen Che added.
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The shop owner sat back at the cashier's desk dejectedly, holding his chin and looking outside the shop.
There are two turkey goal gods, one tall and one short. The tall one speaks fluent Korean.
The back is like a vertical line of a triangle, and the standing posture is like a pine tree.
The shoulders are broad and straight, and the fabric of the doll costume falls down along the shoulders, and the soft fabric is stretched into a sharp blade shape.
Stand out from the crowd.
He stood at the door, not in an attitude to solicit customers.
The shop owner had a bitter face.
The clerk's eyes flickered back and forth between the two turkeys, one tall and one short. "He's certainly not as approachable as the little girl, but when he stands there, our store becomes even more impressive."
"It's truly extraordinary," the shop owner admitted. "It has the aura of Zeus becoming king after the Titan War."
The guests walked around the big turkey and gathered in front of the girl dressed as the little turkey. The girl interacted enthusiastically with everyone.
The clerk held the empty tray and said, "Boss, this is called aura."
"Yes," the shop owner said, his fate was extremely miserable. "He exudes an aura that says 'You rats, surrender immediately!'"
“…”
With the influx of people, Korean restaurants are experiencing a peak in customer flow.
By the time this peak passed, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.
The shop owner's face was flushed with joy as he handed out a stack of new money.
The foreign currency was made of plastic and felt very smooth. Chi Leyou checked it skillfully under the light.
As the light slants, the feathers on the banknote turn from gold to green.
She counted out a few and presented them to Shen Che.
The man with a sore calf was stunned and asked, "Why are you giving it to me?"
Seeing that he didn't accept it, the girl added: "Real money."
The two worked overtime for 3 hours and each made a small profit of $89.25.
After taking off the stuffy turkey suit, he did not feel the relief of a silkworm shedding its shell. The low-energy young master looked at her with lowered eyes.
There are many girls in his circle who go abroad to study in a spoiled way, with fully paid houses and accompanied by their mothers, nannies, drivers and nutritionists.
The eldest lady's study abroad is to exchange a piece of land for continued enjoyment.
While sitting in the classroom, my soul has already flown to the new season's product display shelves in the mall.
And this Miss Turkey.
Not squeamish, not complaining, her eyelashes flutter up and down like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
"That's a whopping ninety dollars!" she said cheerfully. "He's kind enough to round it up. But he's a bit of a haggler and insisted I give him the seventy-five cents change."
Chen Che: "Could it be that you still have change?"
"Of course!" She reached into her trouser pocket, and the coins made a series of clinking sounds. "I brought a lot!"
Her personality trait must be labeled as "watertight."
"I've been cheated before." The girl shared her secret working tips with everyone, saying, "Don't work for them—"
She suddenly moved closer and whispered three words at a distance of thirty centimeters from his ear.
She had just been denouncing the Korean restaurant owner, but Chen Che seized on her inconsistency: "Are the chosen workers engaging in racial discrimination?"
Her apple cheeks suddenly lifted, she wrinkled her nose, and defended herself: "That's why I muted it!"
"Please keep it safe." Her eyes darted around his pockets. "Don't show off your wealth. Do you have a zipper in your pocket?"
Doudou.
Chen Che lowered his head, looking at his suit. The decorative pocket where his suit handkerchief should have been was stuffed with four 20-yuan bills and a 10-yuan bill.
After three hours of "forced work", his straight suit was wrinkled. He had never been so miserable in his life.
"Hey, don't wear a suit next time."
"Well, I don't want this one anymore." It's so wrinkled that I'll just throw it away when I get home. Typical young master thinking.
Chi Leyou enthusiastically offered advice and another job secret: "You look like a real estate agent in this suit. Hey, I don't mean you don't look good. For example, that kimchi boss just now, he'll find fault with you and fire you, then you'll have come here for nothing."
"Real estate agent?"
The girl didn't read his expression at all and continued along with his words: "It's the agent guy from China."
“…”
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The scene changes to the rest corner of the shopping mall.
The tall man hid behind the Monstera, talking on his cell phone: "Master, the driver is waiting in the garage."
Bamboo bones refer to the gray tit on the hook canvas bag.
Chen Che: "I have something to do."
He was in a hurry to leave three hours ago, but now he has changed his mind. Uncle Zheng doesn't want to serve the chameleon master, but he can't go against the salary, so he patiently waits for further instructions from the eldest master.
Poking the bird's beak with his fingertips, Chen Che muttered to himself: "You've been gone for so long, did you fall into the toilet?"
Uncle Zheng: “Ah?”
The young master didn't bother to explain and changed the subject: "Do you have Chi Leyou's contact information?"
"Ah? I only have Miss Chi's cell phone number."
"Domestic?"
"This is the local number."
Uncle Zheng saw through everything and immediately asked, "Do you want to add Miss Chi on WeChat?"
"Who said that?" The sudden increase in volume attracted the attention of the men in the lounge area.
Who is she to him? Why should she let him look at her bag?
What good is a wrinkled canvas bag, no matter how cute it is? Dusty and dusty, that is the color gray he hates the most.
“Hey.”
There was that familiar friction sound again.
"My last name isn't Hei." He deliberately didn't look up.
"I don't even know your name."
Chen Che looked up suddenly.
Chi Leyou held a cup of fruit tea and sat down on the bench.
He looked away and realized that he had been gone for so long and had gone to buy milk tea.
Across from them was a couple who were tired from shopping. The girlfriend leaned on her boyfriend's shoulder, pressed her red lips against the totem tattoo on his neck, and gave him a kiss.
There was a sound from the other end of the bench, and Chi Leyou crossed the invisible 38th parallel and moved towards him.
Not far away was a passionate couple kissing each other, and next to him was a girl pressing towards him.
The huge Monstera deliciosa covered the two of them, creating a small tropical rainforest.
"Look, look," a soft voice penetrated into the ear, "that foreigner's neck."
She has no shame at all.
Chen Che turned his eyes away and did not look at anything inappropriate.
She tried to suppress her laughter and nudged Shen Che's arm with her elbow: "The tattoo on his neck says 'Peking Duck'."
Chen Che thought she was joking and replied without emotion: "Then his girlfriend will definitely get a tattoo of 'Kung Pao Chicken'."
After chewing for a long time without finding any new ways to chew it, the couple suddenly separated.
The foreign woman took the tattooed foreigner's arm and stood up to leave.
On the back of her neck were four Chinese characters: Kung Pao Chicken.
Chen Che: “…”
Chi Leyou: "..."
The broad leaves of the Monstera vibrated, and the laughter echoed over the small tropical rainforest.
The girl finally stopped laughing and pushed the fruit tea in her hand in front of Shen Che.
The marble-like green grape pulp sinks to the bottom, and the transparent green tea soup is covered with a thick layer of cream on the surface.
Like a cloud very close to the grassland.
"I'll treat you to some." She explained her departure. "I waited in line for a long time for Heytea's opening. Try it. Is the one in China better, or is the one here better?"
Two healthy rouge flowers bloomed on her cheeks.
She said, "You've worked hard today."
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Du Yuanshan was so exhausted from signing autographs that she was surprised by the enthusiasm of her foreign fans.
The skin colors were different and the age range was huge. The staff invited a white-haired old lady from the venue.
The old lady spoke elegant French, her eyes gleaming with the same light as the eyes of the enthusiastic fans in the audience.
There is no age limit for star chasing.
"Did you hear that?! Aaaaaaah!!!"
There was a sound coming from the receiver, and the music festival scene was just like that. Chi Leyou pulled the phone away.
After his friend calmed down for a moment, Chi Leyou said, "I've got the fare back for you."
The friend yelled, "Huh? What's the fare? Sister! Sister! Here, here—I love you, I love you!"
"Oh, you're not here to work." Chi Leyou said with a dull face, arguing with the stingy boss of the Korean restaurant.
"Are you off work?" my friend howled. "You're almost to the exit. She's leaving. You can still see her if you come now!"
"I'm not a fan."
"Come on, come on, she's so beautiful!"
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