Unintentional Words

He was excited.

After staying up all night, Tang Hao finally had to get off the computer in the morning at 6:30 am. Although his face was tired and his eyes were red, he still felt energetic and reluctant to leave the computer.

Unfortunately, he had to leave. He really didn't have a single cent left in his pockets. Moreover, he had been playing overnight for two nights. If he continued to stay here, his body wouldn't be able to take it.

'I'm afraid I will sleep through the day again. It's a shame that Dad and Mom will be back tonight…'

Tang Hao, who felt like he had lost out on more playtime, walked through the narrow passageways of the black internet cafe, carefully avoiding his 'comrades' who were sleeping after gaming all night.

After leaving the internet cafe, the sky was only lightened up with a hint of morning light. When the cold morning fog blew, he shivered.

However, not only did this coldness not make him more awake, but it also made him feel like his energy had been sucked out of his body.

The consequences of gaming overnight for two days finally erupted. The surging fatigue and drowsiness made him speed up his pace, and he chose to take the shortcut home.

He was surrounded by villages in the city, so the pace of life was relatively slow. The streets were still deserted at around six in the morning, not to mention some small alleys.

It was dark, quiet, and cold.

Normally, Tang Hao might have been afraid of this kind of situation, but right now, he didn't care about this at all. He just wanted to quickly go home and fall asleep so he quickly walked through the alleyways.

Suddenly!

Whoosh!

A black shadow pounced over and disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

And at the same time, Tang Hao also disappeared!

"This is what I should be eating, hehe…"

Sniffing and panting, intoxicated and crazy, cold and cruel, strange hoarse whispers echoed in the darkness, and the eyes that were like pearls of luminescence emitted a green light.

Afterwards, there were screams and sounds of chomping.

…

"Here, buns."

At 7:30 am in the morning, Xia Xu rushed to the consulting firm to open the door.

Tang Youxin came a little later than yesterday, but she still brought him breakfast.

"What's wrong with your face? Didn't you apply your makeup properly? There's still powder."

Xia Xu took the milky white plastic bag from Tang Youxin and pointed to her right cheek with a smile.

There was a trace of white powder.

"No… no, I just forgot to wash my face."

Tang Youxin quickly wiped her face with a look of embarrassment, but even if she didn't wipe away the powder, the redness that gradually climbed onto her cheeks had already covered most of it.

"This… is so ugly."

Xia Xu suddenly said.

Of course, this was obviously not directed at Tang Youxin.

The little white flower was the kind of pure beauty that was naturally embellished. Even without makeup, she could never be ugly.

This ugly remark was directed at the 'buns' in his hand.

Normally, even if the buns sold outside didn't have nice creases, they would at least have a uniform size and have the size of a bun.

However, the buns in his hands were like cranes in a flock of chickens. None of them had the same size. Some were like dumplings, some were like steamed buns, and some were like biscuits, but none of them looked like buns.

But soon, Xia Xu suddenly realized what was going on and quickly corrected himself. "No, this is… refreshing and refined. Yes, refreshing and refined, very artistic. Using one type of food to make another kind of food, this kind of advanced cooking concept is even more advanced than molecular cooking."

After finding a few words of praise, Xia Xu tentatively looked at the little white flower. "You made these?"

"I was just learning coincidentally."

The white flower avoided looking at him and quickly fled into the shop.

"That's quite a coincidence."

Xia Xu chuckled and did not follow.

So as to not make her awkward, Xia Xu stood at the store entrance for a moment. Some time later, Yang Bowen drove a blue truck over.

"Boss, please help me."

"Coming."

Xia Xu quickly went forward to help unload the goods.

He had booked some sofas, chairs, and reception tables that were now on the truck. Since Yang Bowen was a cargo driver, he might as well make a trip.

Although the consultation company was not really open for business, he still had to do what needed to be done. After all, this was a matter of reputation. Even if Yang Bowen often went out to find people, he still needed a place to rest his legs, play cards and work. Only then would he have a sense of belonging.

At the same time, he could also find something for Tang Youxin to do. Normally, she would clean up the place and wait at the front desk for the weekend. If she didn't do something, she might not be willing to come to work and receive her salary.

Even if they didn't talk about the benefits of friendship, it was always right to recruit a five-star genius in advance. The salary he paid was nothing.

'But this much money can't sustain us for long…'

After calculating the balance in his card, Xia Xu began to worry again.

People who had money in their pockets did not need to panic. The strength of people in modern society often depended on the thickness of their wallets.

With money, everything could be done with half the effort. Without money, everything else had to be put aside. One had to consider one's own financial situation before doing anything.

His savings, which were close to 60,000 yuan, were more than enough to cover his high school career, but as his expenses increased, he was running out of money.

The cost of deposit, rental and furniture was about 10,000 yuan, while Yang Bowen's basic salary was 8,000 yuan a month. If he did a good job, he still had to give him some bonus.

Coupled with his own expenses and the salary he gave Tang Youxin, 60,000 yuan was not enough.

He thought he could make some money from the old man at the construction site, but until now he didn't even see any traces of the old man. If this continued for a while, he might not even have enough money to buy any antiques from him.

"Old Yang, speed up the progress with Zhang Jianmin. Also, go to the nearby construction sites every day and see if you can find an old man selling antiques…"

Xia Xu remembered that he had to attend classes tomorrow, so he could only give Yang Bowen more responsibilities.

"An old man selling antiques?"

Yang Bowen nodded to show that he understood, but after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "Boss, you're not going to buy antiques, are you? Although I don't know much about this, when I was delivering construction materials for the construction site, I heard that the people selling antiques next to the construction site are all scammers. They pretend to be workers at the construction site to scam people."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid. I can even judge a person clearly. How can I be fooled by a scammer with a fake antique?"

Xia Xu broke out into a smile.

"That's true, I spoke too much."

Yang Bowen scratched his head and smiled.

Come to think of it, his young boss's eyes were very sharp. Even if he couldn't understand antiques, Yang Bowen had personally experienced how good he was at judging people. He could easily see through a scammer.

"This is the key to the shop, take it first. If you have time in the morning, open the door yourself. It doesn't matter if you don't have time. The key is that Zhang Jianmin's whereabouts must be known as soon as possible, and also try your best to find the old man at the construction site."

Xia Xu continued to instruct while throwing a spare key for the shop to him.

Yang Bowen caught the key precisely and said doubtfully, "I'll open the door myself? Boss, you have something to do these days?"

"No, I just have to go to class."

Xia Xu shook his head.

Yang Bowen was surprised. "Boss is still in university? No wonder you look so young."

"It's high school. Youxin and I are classmates."

Xia Xu rolled his eyes speechlessly when he heard such an obvious compliment.

"High… high school?"

Yang Bowen did seem a little surprised and flattered just now. After all, Xia Xu had an immature-looking face. Even if he wore a suit, he could still feel the aura of a student from him. He knew that he was a university student at most.

But now that he heard 'high school', he was really shocked.

Although college entrepreneurs were not common, there were still a lot of them, but a high school student was starting a business?

This was unheard of! If he hadn't experienced how amazing his boss was, he would have suspected that he had been tricked.

There were not many motivational stories of a high school dropout succeeding big in life from their garage in this country compared to the foreign countries.

Forget about how difficult it was to have a 'garage' in this country, it was difficult to even allow a high school student to delay their studies. Their family would neither agree nor feel at ease.

Moreover, even if they agreed, how many parents could casually give their children so much money? How many high school students could rent a shop and give their employees a salary of 7,000 to 8,000 yuan?

"Boss, are you some rich second-generation heir who is doing this to gain experience?"

"No, but don't worry, I can still afford your salary. As long as you work hard, your future will be bright."

"Then why did you say you're not a rich second generation?"

"That is because I'm a rich first generation, do you get me?"