Two people who were about to take action saw the boss suddenly enter and quickly put on honest expressions, stepping back two paces.
Min'er, looking wronged and afraid to speak, bowed to the boss.
"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. I accidentally lost my grip and dropped the bowl."
"Am I blind? Did you drop it yourself, or did someone snatch it from your hand?"
The boss fell for Min'er's veiled words.
"You're too useless. You don't even dare to tell the truth in front of so many people?"
"And you two, what's going on? I said you weren't doing your jobs well, and you're not happy about it? You have the nerve to settle accounts with others?"
"Get out, get out, don't come in this afternoon, and don't let me see you again. Hurry up and leave!"
After driving away the two dishonest employees, the boss instructed Zhan Bei Jue to deliver dishes in the afternoon, and Min'er would wash dishes alone.
Although they both had work assignments, their workload increased significantly. They didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
His left shoulder hadn't fully healed, and carrying trays with bare hands for a long time was tiring.
In the afternoon, Zhan Bei Jue simply took out a trolley for carrying plates.
He placed two shelves of iron plates on it, pushed the trolley, and elegantly delivered dishes to everyone.
Some customers praised the boss.
"This new equipment is great. Not only is the living room much quieter now, but it's also more spacious."
"And the young man delivering the food is very neat and handsome. It's a breath of fresh air. Very good."
Gaining their praise, Zhan Bei Jue worked even harder.
He smiled at every customer and was responsive to their requests.
He didn't even react when guests, regardless of gender, reached out to touch him.
He received quite a few tips that afternoon.
Min'er wasn't as fortunate as him.
She was constantly busy, washing dishes until she felt dizzy.
Finally, after Zhan Bei Jue finished his work, he went in to help her wash dishes for half an hour before they finished.
Straightening up, Zhan Bei Jue's first action was to stuff all the tips he had received into Min'er's hands.
Then he apologized to her.
It was all his fault for being too clever, which caused her to have more work.
Seeing that he had earned money on his first day, Min'er no longer cared about feeling uncomfortable.
Her face was distorted with joy.
"Delivering dishes is a good job. I knew you could get tips! But the boss wouldn't let me do it. I didn't expect you to achieve it on your first day."
"You earned so much? That's more than my wages for two days! You're amazing!"
"If you're a little sweeter tomorrow, maybe in three days we can pay the rent!"
What?
So he was this useful?
Zhan Bei Jue was encouraged by her.
"Okay, I'll work harder tomorrow."
As they spoke, they untied each other's aprons, left the kitchen, and were about to walk out.
A motorcycle roared past the restaurant entrance with its throttle engaged.
With a loud "crash," the glass shattered as the vehicle passed.
Min'er and the boss, who was calculating accounts behind the cashier, were startled.
Zhan Bei Jue, agile as ever, rushed out and chased a few steps.
If not for his leg injury, he would never have let those people get away.
However, his leg hurt badly, so he could only return.
"Who? Did you see clearly? Who was so inconsiderate to smash my glass?"
"I didn't see the person clearly, only the license plate."
Zhan Bei Jue recited a motorcycle license plate number.
The boss frowned.
"Isn't that Goth's motorcycle? Revenge! It's definitely intentional revenge! He's not allowed to work here, so he came to smash my glass? He's tired of living!"
"Since they haven't gone far yet, the surveillance cameras at the entrance should have captured it. Should we call the police?"
Surveillance cameras?
Zhan Bei Jue thought too highly of the boss.
All the electrical equipment in the house was ten years old and should have been replaced long ago.
But the thought of spending a considerable amount of money made him hold back.
There were no surveillance cameras at the store entrance, and the police wouldn't pay much attention to such a minor incident.
It would be better to teach them a lesson himself.
To avoid delaying his work the next day, the boss called someone to replace the glass immediately.
He asked the two of them to stay and watch.
After speaking, the boss stepped out.
Zhan Bei Jue followed him.
"If they deliberately came for revenge, isn't it very dangerous for you to go out like this? Let me accompany you. Two people can look out for each other."
Although he had only met Zhan Bei Jue on the first day, the boss felt that he was very reliable and reassuring.
The boss looked at him gratefully for two seconds and nodded.
Soon, the glass installers arrived.
The boss directed them while calling a friend, muttering in the local language.
Although he couldn't understand, he could guess from the body language that they were definitely going to retaliate.
The glass was installed.
The boss started his car to leave.
The car had started, but he suddenly stuck his head out and looked at Zhan Bei Jue.
"Hey, I'm still short a bodyguard. You seem capable. Do you want to come with me? I'll pay you."
Zhan Bei Jue was now in a state of seeing money and being eager.
He didn't care if his legs were good or not; as long as he could make money, he was willing to do anything.
Upon hearing this, he slung his bag back onto Min'er's shoulder, rested his hands on the boss's passenger car window, lifted his feet, and smoothly slipped inside like an eel.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Then he turned back and waved to Min'er.
"You go back first, I'll be back soon."
The boss had called three friends. Including Zhan Bei Jue, four bodyguards followed him, swaggering to the Goth brothers' house.
Regardless of whether they had smashed the glass or not, without a word, they raised clubs and began to swing them at the house.
After a round of smashing and beating, the brothers knelt and begged for mercy, but the boss still didn't let them go.
"You didn't just smash the glass; you smashed my dignity! My prestige on this street!"
"If I don't punish you properly, how can I continue to work here? Enough said, you have two options."
"One: return all the wages you've earned from me, not a penny less! Two: send you to eat national food. Choose one yourself."
The boss did have some influence on this street.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hire so many illegal employees to work for him.
The Goth brothers knew very well that they couldn't afford to offend him and could only pay to avert disaster.
Zhan Bei Jue earned another sum of money with almost no effort.
When he returned home and quietly slipped in, Min'er was waiting for him on the bedside.
He handed her the money, and seeing how much it was, they hugged each other excitedly.
"I knew I didn't misjudge you back then... Are you injured?"
A significant portion of a man's drive comes from a woman's encouragement.
With her encouragement, Zhan Bei Jue felt a sense of accomplishment.
"Since I can earn money, you don't need to go to the convenience store anymore. If you keep struggling like this, you won't be able to bear it."
Min'er felt a sense of security, like a small boat reaching shore. "Okay."
Actually, the boss had stopped her from going long ago; she had begged to stay.
The two of them slept, one on the bed and the other on the floor.
Min'er was too tired and fell asleep in an instant, but Zhan Bei Jue couldn't sleep.
He knew that if he wanted to help Min'er escape this predicament, relying on these small, trivial matters would not suffice.
He needed to earn big money.