I was a fortune teller in 90

"This is a club, people come and go every day, how can I be lonely?" Dai Qing shook her head. Isn't it because she doesn't want to worry about anything?

Unfortunately, his free time will become less and less in the future, because he has to be involved in so many things.

This is the price of joining in the fun.

"I'm the owner of the club. How can I squeeze into the track with the guests? I can't have fun there."

Not only does he have to guard the club, but he also has to wait until the customers get tired of playing there before the venue belongs to him. It's miserable just to think about it.

This seems to be somewhat contrary to his original intention.

Thinking of this, He Ning rubbed his face. What went wrong?
He couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I'll give you a day off when I come back from my business trip." Ji Hengan glanced at him and shook his head.

"Who knows whether what you said is true or not?" He Ning hugged the helmet in his arms and snorted. He suspected that this guy was deliberately trying to trick him, but he had no evidence.

Ji Hengan asked people to put the motorcycle into the warehouse, watched the truck leave, and then sat down under the shed.

A few people discussed the opening of the business again, and after confirming that everything was correct, he changed into his equipment, rode his bike down the track, and had a good time.

"Sister Dai, I feel like I've been cheated by this guy. What do you think?" He Ning looked at Dai Qing eagerly, his tone full of resentment.

"Hey~, you and Ji Hengan are childhood friends, it shouldn't be that serious, it's normal for him to be busy."

Dai Qing curled her lips. Ji Heng'an's family was engaged in import and export trade, so business trips were commonplace for them. He Ning had known this for a long time.

"Forget it, I'm destined to work hard." He Ning looked at the orange-red on the track, snorted, and asked for a bottle of soda in a hoarse voice. He tilted his head back and drank it. Only then did he suppress the anger in his heart.

Ji Hengan drove around the track a few times and then parked the car.

"It's getting late, should we go back first?" Ji Hengan glanced at his friends who were racing crazily on the track and chuckled.

"Whatever. I'm going to retreat with my friends."

He Ning glared at him and turned his head away in disdain. This untrustworthy guy actually left him alone to guard the club. Giving him a cold shoulder was the least of his worries.

Watching him throwing a tantrum like a child, Dai Qing curled the corners of her mouth.

"Then you wait patiently. I'm going to take Ji Hengan's car back."

"Everyone go, leave me alone to fend for myself." He Ning waved his hands angrily and stopped talking.

On the way back, Ji Hengan glanced at Dai Qing through the rearview mirror and said, "It's getting late. Should I treat Sister Dai to a meal?"

"No need, just drop us off at the intersection. Your time is precious and you can't afford to waste it." This man is a big boss. Time is money. He can sign a bill in the time it takes to have a meal. It would be a waste to eat with them.

"Sister Dai, aren't you making fun of me?" Ji Hengan smiled and shook his head, not so anxious.

"I'm telling the truth. Being a boss hardly gives you any time for yourself. Even though you can make money, it's hard work."

Dai Qing chuckled. Every big boss has the livelihoods of hundreds of people on their shoulders. If they make a small mistake, it will affect more than just one person.

Hearing this, Ji Hengan's eyes warmed up. Many people said that they were big bosses, had money and free time, could do whatever they wanted, and were very carefree.

But everyone only sees the glamour on the surface, but fails to see the sadness behind it.

Sometimes, in order to get a deal, they often lead their team to stay up all night to write proposals and plans. They are so busy that they don't even have time to eat, drink water or go to the toilet.

Even if you try so hard, you may not be able to sign the order.

Moreover, they are a private enterprise and have to rely on themselves for everything. The burden on their shoulders is heavy. No matter how much pressure there is, they have to grit their teeth and endure it without complaining about being tired or in pain.

Whenever the boss makes any unusual move, the hundreds of people under him will panic.

"Thank you for your understanding, Sister Dai. Most people don't care about this. They only care about how much money we make and how many conveniences we enjoy, but no one ever pays attention to how busy we are behind the scenes." "This is normal. People in other industries don't know the hardships of other industries. It's enough for you to understand it in your heart."

Everyone has his own responsibilities. The size of the responsibilities depends on how broad your mind is.

"Talking to Sister Dai is refreshing."

To be honest, he likes dealing with smart people. It's simple, convenient and not tiring.

It is indeed as Sister Dai said, his time is very precious and generally he will not waste it on unnecessary trivial matters.

The car stopped at Cotton Spinning Street. Dai Qing and Juanzi got out and waved to Ji Hengan.

"Thank you, go get busy, I won't take up your time."

"What are you thanking me for? It's just on the way. See you at the opening."

After Ji Hengan finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and left.

Looking at the car going away, Juanzi let out a sigh of relief.

"From what you guys said, it seems like rich people don't have an easy life either."

For the sake of money and to make life better for the employees below, they don't even have time for themselves. It's quite pitiful to think about it.

Seeing Juanzi's sigh, Dai Qing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What an innocent child! No matter how difficult their lives are, they are more comfortable than the average worker."

After all, they have money in their hands and generate tax revenue for the local government, so they have a say in everything.

If we are just like ordinary people, working hard and getting no thanks, why do we all strive to get ahead?
"Forget it. I don't understand the world of rich people. I don't have money anyway, and I won't have any in the future. There's no point in wasting my time on it."

Juanzi shook her head, straightened her clothes, and walked home with her arm around Dai Qing.

"You can come to my house for dinner tonight. My mom's cooking is pretty good."

"No need, Xiao Hei is waiting for me at home. Speaking of Xiao Hei, I really treated him badly. He doesn't even get two meals a day."

Many times, I can only get one meal a day, which is much more aggrieved than the little flower raised by Juanzi.

"That's true. Fortunately, your little black dog has good food, otherwise, he would have been pissed off by you and run away long ago."

What can you do when you meet a busy master?
Fortunately, dogs are loyal to their owners and generally will not run away from home.

Seeing that it was still light outside, Dai Qing asked Juanzi to go back by herself.

When I got home, I stewed the chicken rack in the pot first, then changed clothes and took a shower.

By the time I came out of the shower, the aroma of the chicken soup had begun to brew.

I cooked half a pot of noodles for the dog, plus a poached egg, as compensation for my debt to it.

Then I fried myself a plate of rice noodles and added a fried egg.

There were still a few days before the opening, so Dai Qing went to the flower shop early and ordered six flower baskets to add some festive atmosphere to the club.

November 10th, the club’s opening day.

Early in the morning, Dai Qing got up and put on new clothes, which were also Chinese-style clothes that she had custom-made a while ago.

A light purple padded jacket, paired with a skirt of the same color, small leather shoes, and hair tied up and secured with a peach wood hairpin.

Dressed like this, with Dai Qing's cool temperament and fair face, she does have a certain elegance and beauty. (End of this chapter)