Brother in Japan mixed club

When I returned to my third uncle's house from 3v in the afternoon, my third uncle was lying in the inner courtyard living room with a remote control in his hand, watching a football game. After I came in, I pressed the TV to death, got up and started doing it. 【】

When he came to me, he couldn't help calling out, "Third Uncle."

"Well, how is 3v doing recently? Is the store manager still getting used to it?" Third Uncle asked, picked up an apple, picked up the fruit knife, and began to peel the apple.

"It's not very satisfactory yet. 3v's current performance is still a bit difficult. I plan to work harder before the start of school and strive to improve sales performance first."

"Oh, that sounds like a man's tone." As the third uncle said, he continued to peel the apple in his hand. The sharp blade kept cutting along the outer skin of the apple. Longer but no trace of breaking.

"Ha ha."

"Whose Porsche is that?"

"A Taiwanese friend gave it to me. It was Ma Zhichen from Taiwan's Kowloon Gang. I remember I told you about him earlier. Do you still have any impression of Uncle San?"

The third uncle didn't reply, and kept peeling the apple in his hand, but accidentally broke it, so he continued to peel, and said, "Remember."

I don't know why, every time I talk to my third uncle, my heart is always up and down, I am afraid that he will suddenly throw me a difficult question, and I hear my third uncle continue to say, "When will I return the car to others?" ...I really want to come here...

"Back... back?"

Third Uncle handed me the finished apple, I took it subconsciously, held it in my hand, stared blankly at Third Uncle, wondering why he asked me to return the car, Third Uncle put down the fruit in his hand after handing over the apple Dao, clapped his hands, leaned back on the sofa, raised Erlang's legs to look at me, and said, "Yes, go back."

"Well, I have withdrawn it, but he didn't want it anymore, saying it took up land or something."

"His house is so big that it can't fit a Porsche? Also, you can accept it as you say. You are such an old man, you should know the relationship."

"I……"

"Don't keep mine every time. If you can't return it, store it in the garage. You can't drive this car again."

"why?"

"This is Japan. You are now a member of the Kawaba Club. Do you understand? What does it mean for you to drive a Porsche? Let me tell you, tomorrow you will allocate 3 million yen from 200v to buy a low-end car. As for your Porsche, don’t think about it. If you drive it, you can’t appear in front of other people in the Kawaba Club, understand? The cars of the Japanese underworld are set according to their own status. I used the extended Mercedes-Benz from Honda to now. Nearly 20 years. And you, who are still in the internship period, will be criticized for driving such a good car."

"This... okay." After the third uncle said this, I remembered that I had indeed heard about this before, but I didn't remember it at the time, thinking that the car was still far away from me.

"You are so old, I don't want to teach you everything, let alone beat and kick you, so I hope you will think carefully about what you do." The third uncle exhaled heavily, obviously suppressing his anger, and stood up Back to his room, third uncle is indeed very gentle today.

I picked up the apple in my hand, naked like a prostitute, took a few bites and went out to the Porsche parked in the yard. I touched the smooth black metallic paint and felt a little hot from the sun. I thought to myself, I have only opened it for 3 days, and my hands are not warm yet, and I had to seal it up just to get used to it.But I also blamed myself for accepting this gift without thinking too much at first. Although the third uncle didn't scold me, he must have blamed me for being so careless in his heart.Goodbye, my Porsche.Then he opened the garage and drove it in.

In the following days, I never touched this Porsche again. Except when my hands were itchy, I went out for a drive at night, and I almost never showed it in front of people. I also told the 3v staff that a friend lent me to play for two days.I know Uncle San is thinking of me. Everywhere there are people who like to chew their tongues. Their life is to create other people's right and wrong. The best way is not to talk about it. After all, in the Kawaba Club, there are still people who have not passed the internship period.Rumors are not terrible, people who listen to rumors are terrible, but in the eyes of some people, rumors are like green vegetables, just believe in them, they never go through the brain, and taking them out of context is a must for such people, and it seems to be an indispensable part of life. The same "talent" is missing.So people always say that rumors stop at wise men, but wise men are a minority.

3v's performance didn't improve during the half month I was the store manager. While I worked hard to learn business management knowledge, I was thinking about the problem with Shibata and the others.Finally, limited to our experience, we have not found any essential factors or better sales models.My heart fluctuates with the sales performance, and it is less than a month before I leave school. I must make the 3v performance change better during this period. The magic of money will always lead people astray. When I am in a hurry When seeking success, I also lost in the face of money. Facing the expectations of my third uncle, the well-being of employees, and the position of my store manager, etc., these factors made me choose an improper way of doing business To increase performance, and it was this improper way that almost made me lose the trust of the clerk, and also added a stain to my personality.

Yes, fake wine.In the 3v store, our wines are of guaranteed quality. Apart from continuing to order from wine merchants who specialize in supplying 3v, I also obtain fake wines from other channels. The profits of fake wines are huge profits. The huge profits made me see results in less than half a month. I started to ask Shibata and Okamoto Yoshi to be in charge of several promotional activities, providing customers with valuable foreign wines at relatively low prices, but the wines in them were either Whether it is blended wine or fake wine, as the sales performance increases day by day, I feel happy day by day, thinking that I can finally stop worrying about sales performance. If someone knows that this is fake wine, he will not dare to do anything. The same, because we are the Japanese underworld. Except for the right-wing people, the Japanese are generally timid and fearful, and they don't want to have conflicts with the underworld.

After all, my dream was shattered before the dawn of the sales performance. It was not because of outsiders, but because of my own people. It was not because of other people's denunciations but...

Just as I was immersed in the joy of a good harvest at my desk in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

"Manager Ando." A bartender came in, bowed to me, and said.The bartender is the head of the store. He has lived in various parts of Europe and knows all kinds of wine matching. He is in his 30s and has a beard. His sideburns are neatly trimmed by him. , with a faint smell of French perfume on his body.Call Uehara Sanji.

"What's the matter Sanji? Is there something wrong?" I leaned back and asked him.

"Yes, manager."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Sanji looked hesitant, crossed his hands in front of his lower abdomen and kept kneading, as if there was something unspeakable, "This..." After Sanji finished speaking, he shook his head left and right and looked at Yin Huimei and Shibata.I asked Yoon Hye-mi and Shibata to go out first. After the three of them left the office, Sanji relaxed a little, but still looked hesitant.

"Just say what you want to say, there is nothing to be embarrassed about." I said with a smile, and my tone was as gentle as possible.

"The store manager, I want to resign...and they also..." Before Sanji finished speaking, four more people came in through the half-open door, all of them were bartenders, plus Sanji, the three main bartenders, Two bartending assistants.

"What!? Resign?" When I heard it, I thought I had heard it wrong, so I couldn't help but leaned over the desk, looked up at the hesitant Sanji Uehara, and glanced at the four people who came in from the corner of my eye.None of them are members of the Chuanye Club, they are just bartenders recruited by 3v, but they have an immeasurable role in 3v, the taste of the bar's bartending depends entirely on them.After Sanji and the others listened to my question, first Uehara Sanji knelt down, and then the four of them knelt down towards me with both knees. I was panicked by their kneeling, and hurriedly asked, " What's going on with you? Get up and talk."

"I'm sorry, Manager Ando, ​​please forgive me."

"You didn't do anything wrong, what do you want me to forgive you for?"

"No, Sanji has no way to forgive himself. My profession is a bartender. I devote my life to this profession. I can't forgive myself as a senior bartender for mixing fake wine in my customers' drinks. This is an insult to my profession, and more importantly, an insult to my personality and soul, please forgive me for not being able to take on this responsibility, so Sanji begs the manager to fire me." Sanji sat on his knees after finishing speaking posture bent down.

"Please forgive us, manager." The rest of the people followed Sanji in the same pose.

"What's the matter? It's just mixed with a little fake wine. These fake wines are not harmful to the human body, and no customers will sue us. Besides, I gave you 5.00% more salary this month. Is it added? Are you still not satisfied?"

"Sorry, store manager, we are bartenders, I just want to mix the wine that my customers like the most, to make them happy, and we can also find our own value. Money can't bring me this kind of joy."

own value?Isn't one's own value the performance of sales?What the hell are they talking about?I can't understand it at all?I gave them so much salary increase, they didn't thank me, they were ready to resign.Just because it's fake wine?

"Okay, Sanji, I can understand your feelings, let me think about it, and I'll give you an answer tonight, okay?" I leaned hard on the pillow of the chair and stopped going to them.

"This... ok. Sorry to bother you." Sanji said, and then he heard footsteps and finally the door closed.

Hearing a "squeak", the door opened again, I didn't see anyone else, I just said, "Go out first, let me be quiet."

Try to update as much as possible these days...

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