Chapter 126 Add Drinks
Duan Haonan chuckled and shook the unfinished doll in his hand:
"No, I have to work overtime tonight to make dolls. Tomorrow is Xiao Baibai's birthday, so let's do it the day after tomorrow."
"That's fine."
He turned around, his eyes fixed on the phone screen, but the doctor had not yet approved his friend request.
After a while.
He opened the chat page with Ji Zhen and tapped his fingers quickly on the screen.
I sent a few messages and transferred some money.
Only then did he put down his phone, turned his eyes to the computer screen, and continued to work.
Nowadays, the products he makes have gained a certain degree of popularity, and more and more wealthy people come to him to ask for design drawings.
As the orders increased, he became busier and busier.
Every time you complete an order.
He always gets paid handsomely, earning tens of thousands of yuan for an ordinary order.
A more difficult order could earn at least over 100,000 yuan, and the highest profit was nearly 200,000 yuan.
All in all, he has been doing this for nearly a year and a half. He has earned five to six million yuan from designing drawings and occasionally designing games.
He is skilled in drawing and his speed is fast, so he can complete an order in a very short time. Even the slowest one can be delivered in just three days.
Recently, many companies have extended olive branches to him and sent him recruitment invitations.
He declined them all.
After all, he is still in the learning stage. If he goes to work in a company, he will already be working three jobs and he definitely won't have enough time.
After a while, he plans to set up his own studio to take orders, so that he can arrange his time more freely, earn more income, and have more energy to take care of his sister and plan for the future.
Ji Beichi finished the design draft at hand, and in a blink of an eye it was around 5:30 in the afternoon. After packing up his things, he left the dormitory and headed to the dessert shop.
He had originally thought about quitting his job at the dessert shop, but he felt that the employees there were all very nice and it was not bad to stay in the shop. He was also able to handle the work now, so he thought that any money he could earn was good, so he continued to work in the dessert shop.
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The dessert shop is having a promotion tonight and business is booming.
Plus, the desserts in this shop are delicious.
At this time, there were so many people queuing that they lined up outside the store, but many students still continued to join the queue.
In front of the cashier.
Ji Beichi had a smile on his face and greeted every guest politely.
Seeing the booming business in the store, he was in a good mood.
The smile is also very sincere.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Ji Beichi handed the receipt to the customer, glanced outside the store, and seeing that no one was coming for the time being, he bent down and pulled over the chair next to him.
He has been standing since he started working, and his legs are numb.
After he sat down, he raised his hands to pound his sore and swollen knees and rubbed his tight calves.
After a short rest, I turned on the computer and prepared to work on the order I just received in the morning.
Not even five minutes had passed.
A boy with an incredibly red face suddenly raised his hand and waved vigorously in the direction of Ji Beichi, then shouted:
"Cashier, come here and fill my drink!"
Ji Beichi raised his head when he heard the voice and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw that the boy's cheeks were red and his eyes were blurred and distracted.
Obviously drunk.
A little drunk.
There were two girls sitting opposite him, eating cake and chatting.
Ji Beichi thought that there were no new guests at the moment.
If it's just a drink, it won't be a big deal.
So he stood up and walked to the boys' table.
He bowed slightly, with a polite smile on his face, and asked softly:
"Hello, sir, which drink would you like a refill on?"
The boy's head shook and he looked up at Ji Bei.
He burped loudly towards Ji Beichi's face.
He picked up a half-drunk glass of grape-flavored drink and handed it to Ji Beichi.
He said impatiently:
"Go ahead and fill it up for me, you hear me?"
Ji Beichi took the cup, nodded, and said calmly:
"Yes, sir. Please wait a moment."
The boy waved his hands irritably, his face full of disgust:
"Go, go, go, don't call me Mr. or Mr., what's the point of calling me Mr., you sound so cultured, do you think you are so cultured?
It’s so annoying. If you want to get a drink, just go get it for me. Do you understand? Stop buzzing in my ears. ”
Ji Beichi lowered his eyes, didn't say anything more, turned around and was about to leave with the cup.
However, the next second, the boy's legs suddenly stretched out without warning, blocking Ji Beichi's way.
The boy burped again, staring at Ji Beichi with his eyes fixed, with a fierce drunken look on his face. He pointed at Ji Beichi and poked his finger in the air:
"Fuck! How come you can't even say 'yes sir'? Are you dumb? Who do you think you are? Do you think I'm giving you face?
You are just a cashier, so you should show me the right service attitude. I asked you to fill the drinks, but you had a cold face and didn't answer me. What's your attitude?
As a worker, why do you pretend to be so noble? Do you understand service attitude? Do you understand that the customer is God? ”
Ji Beichi lowered his eyes and looked at the legs blocking the way in front of him.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly.
He turned slightly sideways, bent slightly towards the boy, and raised a professional smile on his face:
"Yes, sir."
The boy said "huh" disdainfully, as if he was shooing away a fly, impatiently:
"Go get some more drinks."
Ji Beichi smiled and nodded:
"Yes, sir."
The boy slammed the table hard, causing the cups on the table to shake. He yelled at the top of his voice:
"Fuck! Are you crazy? Go get some drinks! Don't stand here and answer my questions. Do you understand what I'm doing? I want you to get some drinks now, not to reply to me, 'Hello Sir.' I want a drink."
Ji Beichi lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids, and whispered:
"Yes, sir."
Turn around and prepare to leave.
As a result, the boy stood up suddenly, staggered, reached out and grabbed Ji Beichi's arm, and yelled at Ji Beichi:
"Fuck! You idiot, I told you not to answer me, go get some drinks! Why are you still answering me?"
Seeing this, the two girls sitting at the same table with the boy felt that something was going to happen, so they quickly stood up and frantically grabbed the drunk boy.
One of the girls said to Ji Beichi with an apologetic look on her face:
"I'm sorry, Ji Xiaocao. He just broke up with his girlfriend today and is in a bad mood. He also drank a lot of wine just now. There is something wrong with his brain and he is a little crazy."
"Get lost! I don't want you to pull me, get away! You're the one who's going crazy."
The boy shook off a girl's arm, increased the strength of his hand, and pulled Ji Beichi's arm hard. With his other hand, he pointed at Ji Beichi's nose and cursed:
"Ji Campus Prince? It's you, right? It's because of you that that woman doesn't like me. She likes you, right?
grass! You look just like that, nothing special. I thought you were so beautiful, like a fairy. But now I see that you are just like that. You are the school hunk, but you look like this, not even worthy of carrying my shoes. ”
As he spoke, he leaned forward and the saliva in his mouth splashed onto Ji Beichi.
Ji Beichi tilted his head to look at the boy's arm, which was tightly held by him despite his drunken strength. He then tilted his head to look at the boy again, and said politely in a calm voice:
"Sir, I'll get you a drink, please let me go."
But this boy seemed to have completely lost his mind and wouldn't listen to anything.
Suddenly he raised his fist high and punched Ji Beichi's face hard, cursing angrily:
"Fuck! I told you to stop calling me sir! Are you deaf? If you want to get a drink, just go get it! Why are you still arguing with me?"
Ji Beichi reacted quickly. Seeing the sandbag-sized fist coming towards him with a whistling sound, he slightly turned his head to avoid it, and his hair was blown by the wind.
He looked at the boy calmly and said again:
"You have to let go of my hand so I can go and get you a drink. How can I get you a drink if you hold me?"
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