"Yes, this idea is good!" The dwarf stood on the chair and could already stretch his fingers to the face of the waiter who was not tall. "And you should give us at least 50% off, otherwise I will break your boss."

"Who wants to break me?" Someone touched the back of the bar, and then a middle-aged man in a black suit came over.

As soon as Guan Qianjian met this man, he immediately had the urge to drill into the table. Wasn't he the one he met the day before yesterday?

But even if Guan Qianjian really got into the table, it would be useless, because the middle-aged man had already seen him and the enemy met him, he was extremely jealous and immediately raised his eyebrows angrily.

"It's you again! I broke my glass last time and came to eat free food again today. It seems that you are thinking about our house. - someone, drag it out for me!" The middle-aged man waved his hand, and seven or eight people responded at the same time and rushed over from all corners.

Leng Ning had never seen such a scene. She looked panicked and asked Guan Qianjian in a trembling voice: "What should I do? Let's give the money to others, there is no need to discount..."

Guan Qianjian sat down without moving, and said with a smile: "Regularly, we should give the money to others, but their style of bullying the few people at any time must be changed. Let's go first and let my bodyguard talk to them."

He suddenly stood up, raised his seat and smashed it into the window. With a crisp "slam" sound, the glass broke a big hole.

The middle-aged man roared angrily: "My glass, I broke it again after just changing it. Damn it, I caught it today and let you taste blood debts and blood!"

Guan Qianjian turned around and waved to him, and said with a smile: "Boss, I heard that a person cannot step into the same river twice, but I broke the same window twice. This has to be said to be a fate. When I have money, I will definitely accompany you. But before that, you have to be with me first."

He said as he pulled Leng Ning's hand, jumped out of the gap, and told the dwarf: "Don't make a fortune, just have a fight. This boss likes the trash can at his door. After the matter is done, remember to invite him inside to recuperate."

"Okay!" The dwarf responded, touched the head of the first thug, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

At six o'clock in the evening, Guan Qianjian, accompanied by the dwarf, visited the Golden Palace again.

"Brother two." The waiter at the door almost said that it was good morning. They just started working and were still sorting out their internal affairs.

"Uh, I'm here to apply for the job." Guan Qianjian said embarrassedly.

"What position are you going to apply for?" The waiter showed a charming smile than her thighs wearing black stockings. She seemed to be happy that she might become a colleague of a handsome guy like Guan Qianjian.

"What position do you have?" the dwarf interrupted.

"Singer, actor, model, and dJ. I see that you look special. If you are a singer, you will definitely be very popular." The waiter replied to the dwarf.

"Is that?" The dwarf was excited and raised his tone several octaves. "You really have vision. Actually, I also feel that I have the talent to be a singer. I have loved singing since I was a child!"

"So you must be very good at singing. Do you want to have a part of it on site?" The waiter obviously wanted to see a joke. The security guard at the door and several waiters who were cleaning also surrounded him.

"I'll do it once," the dwarf was not at all nervous. "But, I have a problem with singing, that is, I can't sing it without the guitar in my hand."

"You can still play guitar?" The crowd who were determined to watch the show began to show respect, "I am really disabled and strong!"

Although Guan Qianjian didn't know what the guitar was, he could probably guess it was a musical instrument. I heard that the dwarf also had this craft, so he was also impressed by him and wanted to see his high skills.

"But our guitarist didn't come, where did the guitar come from?" The waiter felt a little regretful.

"Who said there is no guitar? I have it here," a sweeper raised the broom in his hand.

"Haha..." Everyone laughed.

The dwarf didn't laugh. He made a decision with the courage of a man: "Okay, that's it, just have it!"

"A broom is OK?"

This is even more mysterious: "Is this person actually a folk master who can play beautiful music with a broom?"

The sweeping buddy trotted and handed over the broom to the dwarf, retreated three steps, and looked at him with anticipation.

Everyone held their breath and focused, waiting to see the master's magical skills.

The dwarf coughed, and the big horse's golden knife looked the broom in front of his stomach, imitating the posture of playing the guitar, holding it firmly with his left hand, pressing a chord, lifting his right hand, making a sweep shape, and waiting for it, as if a thousand pounds of gravity was condensed.

After two seconds, his right hand still did not sweep out, but raised his head and closed his eyes, falling into deep intoxication.

He is brewing. Aren’t the big singers all like this?

Everyone was even more impatient.

Finally, the dwarf bowed his head suddenly—

"Your father has a big belly, your mother has no belly button..." He finally started singing.

However, after singing these two sentences, none of his listeners were left. It is said that three days later, an employee in the Golden Palace committed suicide, which was one of the listeners of the dwarf at that time. Others, including Guan Qianjian, all had no idea of ​​the taste of meat in March.

...

The manager of the Human Resources Department was thin and small, but his arrogance was very strong. When Guan Qianjian and the dwarf were brought in, he did not look up or say anything.

Ten seconds later, he rolled his eyes at Guan Qianjian and asked, "Are you applying for the job?"

"Nonsense!" Guan Qianjian muttered in his heart and replied respectfully: "Yes."

"what for?"

“Waiter.”

“Do you have work experience?”

Guan Qianjian choked. He didn't know what "working night" was.

"He means asking you what you did before." The dwarf quietly reminded.

"Oh, work experience, I used to travel around the world..." He immediately told me about working in the Li Mansion and delivering letters to Liurumen.

The dwarf was afraid that others would think he was a lunatic, so he hurriedly walked around the desk and walked to the manager of the Human Resources Department: "He used to be a world champion and a boxing player."

The manager fell into the chair in a fright, "Where did you come from the monster?"

The dwarf said: "I'm not a monster, I'm his bodyguard."

"My dignified human resources manager doesn't have bodyguards either. He, a unemployed waiter, still needs bodyguards?"

"But he used to be a world champion, and many people challenged him, so he had to hire a bodyguard."

"The world champion of boxing?" The manager looked at Guan Qianjian suspiciously: "He is really the world champion?"

Guan Qianjian didn't quite understand the origin of the world champion, but thought he must be a big official, so he straightened his chest and clenched his abdomen and replied: "I am the one, I'm just like a fake one!"

"So you can do it very well," the manager stood up and walked towards him. "Why applying for a waiter? Isn't that a waste of talent? You should at least be an internal security guard."

The manager stood in front of Guan Qianjian, pinched his arms and rubbed his shoulders. "He is quite plump and has strong muscles. I don't know if it is a silver-like wax-headed gun or a cow dung egg with a light surface."

Guan Qianjian ignored other people's doubts and insisted: "I don't do anything for internal security, I have to be a waiter." After hearing the introduction of the dwarf, he knew that only by being a waiter could he be a waiter to watch Leng Suspicion anytime and anywhere.

The manager tilted his mouth and showed a contemptuous smile: "Why is this? The salary of the internal security guard is much higher than that of the waiter, and he doesn't have to do anything in normal times." He concluded that the two were swearing.

"No reason, I just want to be a waiter and serve the people."

"You are still serving the people?" The manager's eyes twisted into big and small. "Do you know what kind of people are qualified to serve the people?"

"What kind of person?" Guan Qianjian and the dwarf were both curious.

"That's good-looking, big breasts, bulging and long legs, the most important thing is that it's a woman."

"I would like to hear the details." Guan Qianjian humbly asked for advice.

"You think, only such a beautiful woman can report corrupt officials as a mistress and recover losses for the country and taxpayers; if you are far away from the world, you can open up to the outside world and help the people, especially male compatriots solve their physical needs. This is the real service to the people!..."

"Cough," Guan Qianjian became more and more outrageous when he heard him say it. He coughed and pointed to the sticker on the wall and said, "Don't talk about state affairs."

The manager was interrupted when he made an important political comment. He couldn't help but feel angry. He frowned, turned his head and rushed back to his seat angrily, and raised his airs and said, "You want to apply for a waiter, right? Let me tell you, there is a requirement for our waiter here to work, that is, you can beat ten one at a time. Can you?"

Guan Qianjian was dumbfounded: "Are you recruiting waiters or special forces?"

"We require every waiter to have the qualities of a special forces player. Aren't you a former world champion? It's logical that one fights ten, it should be a piece of cake."

Guan Qianjian was so arrogant: "That was the past. Before, let alone ten people, even thousands of troops, what can I do to me!"

The manager sneered: "Why can't it work now? Now that I'm old, it's useless?"

Guan Qian Jiantou was once said to be useless and was furious. He stretched out his index finger and wanted to scold the other party.

The dwarf was afraid that he would be in trouble and lost the great opportunity to hang out in the nightclub. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sir, listen to me, there was a story in between. If you listened, you might even have a huge change in the world view of life and love..."

The dwarf begins to tell the story of Guan Qianjian.

Halfway through, the manager interrupted him: "Okay, okay, don't talk about those useless things. Now I'll ask a few private insurance companies to come over and practice with him."

Guan Qianjian hurriedly said, "If my bodyguard can beat ten, it will count the same as if I can beat ten?"

The manager looked at the dwarf like a mouse, and smiled disdainfully, "He? You ask him to beat ten ones? - I don't care about this, you decide for yourself." It means that it is up to fate, and he is not responsible if he beats him to death.

After saying that, the manager hung up the phone: "Hey? Niu Zi, count yourself and bring ten people to my Human Resources Department. - No, no one makes trouble, someone is here to apply for a job. He said he could hit you ten of you alone, come over quickly."

When the cow on the other end of the phone heard this, someone dared to brag like this. He was so angry that he instantly thought of ten candidates. They were: cowhead, horse face, elephant, little tiger, wild boar, male wolf, family lion, bitch, fat cat, and sexy chicken.

There is only one reason for choosing these, that is, they are the most capable and the most cruel. Even the names are all wild beasts.

After a while, ten people arrived, and the office of the Human Resources Department manager, covering an area of ​​40 or 50 square meters, immediately seemed very congested. Not to mention fighting, even sleeping, it was a bit unstoppable.

"Go out first," the manager waved impatiently, "Come in one by one."

"Didn't someone say that one wants to play ten? We can't be a single man when we come in one by one?" Niu Zi - that is, Niu Tou is puzzled.

"Then go out and fight outside." The manager made a wise decision.

There is a corridor outside, and the corridor is very wide. If you double the width, you can compare to the basketball court.

It is the place where heroes come into play.

Ten people stood sideways, lined up in a long snake formation, all lifting their chins very high, and the lower plate was tightly stretched. Niu Tou said: "Who said he wanted one to hit ten?"

Although I asked this, all ten pairs of eyes stared at Guan Qianjian without exception.
To be continued...