I have special communication skills

Chapter 2
At the same time, Jing Chu had also obtained information about Yang Mianmian. When he saw it, his original impression of her today was immediately overturned.

To put it bluntly, this little girl was a tragedy.

Her mother was also a former college classmate of Jing Chu's mother. She was originally a child of a rich family, but later her business went bankrupt, and she fell into the mud all of a sudden, and married someone, but that man treated her badly. Violent tendencies, she died of illness not long after giving birth to Yang Mianmian, her father remarried, and her stepmother had a troublesome son with a domineering personality, so Yang Mianmian was not allowed to enter the house.

Her father only gave 300 yuan a month as alimony, and now he died in a car accident. Although the perpetrator paid a sum of money, her stepmother didn't give Yang Mianmian a penny.

In this way, it is reasonable for her not to feel sad about her father's death at all.

"What are you looking at?" Sitting in front of him drinking coffee is Jing Chu's current girlfriend, Luo Peipei.

Jing Chu put away the phone, smiled and said, "It's nothing."

"Could it be another case." Luo Peipei's tone could not help complaining, "You didn't accompany me to handle that case."

"Sorry." There was not much sincerity in his tone, or Jing Chu had long been mentally prepared for this relationship—after all, this was not the first girlfriend who quarreled with him because of work.

"Okay." Luo Peipei is a sensible person, and she is just acting coquettishly with him, because she also knows very well that even if she is coquettish and complains, there is no way for this man to give up work to accompany him, and it is his responsibility to be serious and responsible for work. One of the advantages.

Speaking of which, she is satisfied with everything about Jing Chu, except for his job, but how can there be the best of both worlds?Jing Chu looks talented, his family is rich, and he doesn't have the messy problems of men. He is also very competent as a boyfriend. Apart from workaholics, he really has no regrets at all.

She should still hold on to this man.

She took a sip of cappuccino from her coffee cup and asked with a smile, "Are you free tomorrow? I know there is a good restaurant."

"Okay." Jing Chu agreed after thinking for a minute, because the previous case was overtime, and this time the director specifically said to give him three days off to comfort him.

Today has been spent writing the closing report, but tomorrow can be used for dating.

Waking up the next day, it was a sunny day. Yang Mianmian woke up early in the morning, washed his face and brushed his teeth, the cup was an enamel cup with a piece of porcelain missing, and so was the washbasin. There were two goldfish on the bottom of the basin, and several pieces of white porcelain were missing from the side. , are all old things.

The enamel washbasin has a gentle personality: "Mianmian, did you wake up so early?"

Yang Mianmian wiped the towel with a toothbrush in her mouth, and said vaguely: "I'm looking for a job, I have no money."

She rummaged through all the drawers at home yesterday and found that she only had 62 yuan and three cents left on her body. This is all her belongings. Today is August [-]st, and school will start on September [-]st. Not yet.

She changed into her newest looking clothes, a dark blue T-shirt that has faded into light blue, a pair of denim cropped pants (the original cropped pants can only be worn as cropped pants, but fortunately she is only long Gao did not gain weight), and a pair of 30-yuan white sneakers that I just bought at a discount in the supermarket. A tooth was missing from the comb, but I still dutifully combed her hair into a ponytail.

But the tragedy is that the five cents three black rubber bands that had lasted for a long time broke with a whimper.

In desperation, Yang Mianmian found an old dress of her own, cut a strip of cloth to tie her hair, and used the rest as a rag.

The TV set was worried: "You are going to work again, why don't you sell me?"

"If you sell it, you won't be able to pay enough for the tuition, so don't worry about it." Yang Mianmian only brought ten yuan with him, "Just watch TV when you're bored, I won't be back until very late."

She walked all the way downstairs, and there was a bustling breakfast stall at the entrance of the community. It was summer vacation, and there were a lot fewer stalls. After school started, the whole street would be full.

"Two white steamed buns." She bought breakfast at a steamed stuffed bun shop. It used to cost three for one yuan, but now it costs seventy cents each. But everyone is a neighbor, and the proprietress generously gave her a discount, two for one yuan. .

The proprietress grabbed her two white and fat steamed buns in a plastic bag: "Mianmian eats white steamed buns again, it won't grow tall."

"It doesn't matter." She thought, she ate a bowl of fried rice noodles that cost five yuan extravagantly yesterday, and now she can save as much as she can, but it's a shame that the bowl of rice noodles is so expensive and so unpalatable.

"I'll give you another meat bun." The proprietress gave her an extra bun, which cost thirty cents each. The small meat bun was only as big as a fist.

"Thank you."

She wolfed down steamed buns and steamed buns into her mouth. She was in the puberty period, and her appetite was much larger than before. Considering what the bun shop owner said, she felt that it was urgent to make money.

No matter what, I have to make sure that I can drink soy milk and eat eggs every day.

"Honey, throw me into the trash can!" The white plastic bag babbled and emphasized repeatedly, almost jumping up, "You must remember, you can't just throw me away, or you will cry! "

I don’t know why, although the personalities of the plastic bags are very different, they all like to emphasize "throw me into the trash can" once again. The chatty ones will read it all the way, and the shy ones will never forget to beg at the end The owner threw himself in the trash.

It's like it's something they've been born knowing.

Yang Mianmian destroyed the steamed buns and buns, rolled up the thin white plastic bag, tied it with a bow, and gently threw it into the trash can on the side of the street.

The contented plastic bag blew her a kiss: "(づ? 3?) づ╭～Goodbye dear, see you in the next life."

It cost one yuan for breakfast and two yuan for the bus, Yang Mianmian thought when she got off the bus in the busiest commercial circle in the city, she had to find someone who would do more with less.It is very common for students to work part-time now, and coffee shops or restaurants are good choices.

She fell in love with this high-end restaurant right away, with gorgeous decoration and an elegant atmosphere. There are violinists and pianists to enhance the atmosphere, and it is said that it is very expensive.

But this also means that the wages will not be low, and there may be tips.

The gorgeous and huge sign shouts to passers-by: "Today's caviar is so fresh! The dessert of the master chef is soufflé! 30 servings a day, once sold out, there will be no more!"

As the signboard of a high-end restaurant, it is so down-to-earth, it is really rare, and the signboards of many big hotels are quite cold.

By the way, this restaurant is called "Time".

Yang Mianmian heard her stomach growl, and then saw the guard looking at her strangely.

Today, although she has tried her best to dress up not to be shabby, but it can only be described as simple. Although it is not impossible to get in, it is inevitable that people will take special care of her.

She pushed the door open, looked up at the environment, and asked, "Where is your manager?"

"Student, did you go to the wrong place?" A receptionist asked kindly.

Yang Mianmian didn't expect them to tell her, but a passing red wine glass told her very enthusiastically: "Go straight in, the innermost room is there."

Then she went straight in.

Red wine glass: "Σ(っ°Д °;) oh my god, can she hear me?!"

The manager is a man over [-] years old, and he didn't lift his head when he heard someone knock on the door: "I'm busy."

"Hello." Yang Mianmian glanced at his office, and probably had an idea, "I'm here to apply."

"Application? We didn't recruit anyone." He raised his head, was a little stunned when he saw her face clearly, and unconsciously lowered his voice, "Student, did you make a mistake?"

Yang Mianmian's voice was that of a girl's melodious voice: "I'm not mistaken, I want to work here."

The manager couldn't help but looked at her carefully, she was a very beautiful girl, she was so rare, she was still young, and youth seemed to emanate from every pore, her skin was as thin as a freshly peeled egg, standing In a crowd, it's hard not to see her.

He felt that his tone was more kind: "You want to work here, do your parents know?"

"My father died in a car accident, and I have no money to pay the tuition." When Yang Mianmian said that, the manager immediately showed sympathy for her: "So, are you an adult?"

"It just passed last month."

"In that case, you come to work first and are responsible for ordering food for customers. We have to change into a uniform uniform here. The daily fee is 100 yuan, and the tip is your own."

"Okay, thank you."

But not everyone welcomed her arrival. Several girls said behind their backs: "I didn't hear the manager said that he wanted to recruit people. Why did you come here suddenly?"

Some people also showed kindness to her: "Your name is Mianmian? This is for changing clothes. I'll find you something similar. Can you wear a small size?"

The clothes fit well, a shirt and short skirt, and a pair of slightly oversized mid-heel leather shoes. The manager came over and took a look and thought, this girl probably won't be able to stay. As the saying goes, never offend a beautiful girl. Children, because no one can predict their future path.

When she came out after changing her clothes, a tall and beautiful girl rolled her eyes at her and snorted with a look of disdain.

Yang Mianmian has learned all about her within 5 minutes. Wang Lu, 23 years old, graduated from a third-rate university. She works here as a waiter in order to find a chance to be a rich man. She also has this capital. Apart from a beautiful face, she The bust has a D.

It's no wonder that Wang Lu is hostile to her.

Especially Yang Mianmian's first day at work today, she originally had the mentality of watching a joke, but who would have thought that Yang Mianmian would perform better than she imagined.

She doesn't seem to be stage fright at all. Although it is the first time to use an iPad, she can use it immediately after learning it once, and the guests have not made any mistakes in the process of ordering.

However, this time, Wang Lu took away the iPad that ordered food first, and left it for Yang Mianmian to declare that it was out of battery and shut down when the customer reported the first dish.

When Wang Lu came back from ordering, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and she glanced at Yang Mianmian calmly.

She handed the iPad to the waiter at the front desk: "It's out of battery."

"I'll charge it up," the handsome waiter at the front desk didn't forget to ask her, "Have you ordered all the dishes?"

"No," Yang Mianmian squatted under the table waiting for the iPad to turn on, "but I wrote it down."

"Don't remember wrongly." Wang Lu stepped on high heels and came over, condescending, "Otherwise, everyone will suffer from complaints from customers."

Yang Mianmian looked up at her, didn't make a sound, just opened the ordering software silently, and entered the long list of menus just now, exactly.

Probably seeing that the goal was not achieved, Wang Lu's expression darkened, she turned around and left.

The chair next to the receptionist brother couldn't help saying: "You have to be careful, she has already chased away several girls."

Yang Mianmian patted it, indicating not to worry.

Life is full of all kinds of tribulations, which are really nothing to her.

(End of this chapter)