On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

After dinner, I strolled around the mall to digest the food. It was the weekend so there were a lot of people there, and it was more lively than usual. I also ran into classmates who came to eat there several times.

Sun Cheng had a few things to buy, so they planned to go all the way from here to the supermarket.

"Hey, isn't that the squad leader handing out flyers?" There are always people squatting at the elevator entrance of the shopping mall handing out flyers. Chen Qian has also done this kind of part-time job. This place with a lot of people coming and going is the best place to hand out flyers.

"Team Leader, this is a part-time job. I'll get you two more." When the elevator reached the end, Sun Cheng took the flyers with a smile and stuffed them into everyone's hands. The squad leader also worked hard and handed out a dozen flyers. Ke Wu, who received one, was surprised: "No, if you want us to distribute it together, just say it directly. No need to be so secretive."

The squad leader's mouth was grinning from ear to ear, and without saying a word, he got three laborers to follow him and become rich.

Fortunately, there was nothing to do, so a few people helped to distribute the money. After the squad leader received his salary, he had to give some benefits to the temporary workers next to him. He hugged the shoulders of the two people next to him and said he would treat them to dinner. Sun Cheng glanced at him from the side and said: "Come on, you have to spend more on your salary after eating it."

"How could it be? It was originally 150, but I used my brother's leverage to extort money and raised it to 500. I told my sister-in-law that my brother forced me to hand out flyers, so my sister-in-law gave me more. It's so funny, I'm rich.

"Thank you all for your help, let's eat something good."

Come on, there's no need to feel sorry for him, he can probably take care of himself.

The squad leader shook his head and acted like a nouveau riche. Although he was wearing clothes that cost 39 yuan with free shipping, it did not prevent him from being a wealthy man. He randomly picked a high-end restaurant with a well-designed storefront and persuaded and coaxed four people into going in.

It is said that the class monitor's family wanted to raise their son in poverty, so they found a rough living expense line and fixed the amount of money his parents transferred every month, which made this guy go from a high-end lifestyle to a commoner lifestyle. Although he usually asks his brother and sister-in-law for money where his parents can't see, he is quite proficient in buying things. He bought a lot of discounted clothes during shopping activities. He said: cheap and good things, I can show off at school and sell them at home, the price-performance ratio is extremely high.

The T-shirt I’m wearing is the one I showed off last week. It’s super affordable and comfortable to wear.

The restaurant has a nice environment, but it looks expensive.

The dim and ambiguous lights, the candlesticks on the table, the light fragrance of incense, the melodious violin sonata in the background, the flowers in the vase on the table are fresh and delicate...

They were led by a waiter in suits to a small round table and sat down, heads touching, with the menu standing in front of them. They looked around the menu in silence for a long time, and finally asked the waiter guiltily for recommendations.

There is a French menu. What should we do if four people want to order five violin pieces together?

They waited until the waiter took the order before putting the menu down. Ke Wu took it and was about to put it aside. What a coincidence, he pinched it with his hand and just as he exerted force, the menu was silently split into two.

The four of them looked at the Chinese menu below and fell even more silent...

The menu was thrown to the far corner of the table, and the four people were joking around while drinking lemon-infused water.

The waiter brought bread and butter and cantaloupe and ham as an appetizer.

This was probably because wild boars couldn't stomach fine bran. They were given plenty of bread, filling their stomachs, but the dishes were only enough for two or three bites. A salad of ham and cantaloupe was served in a goblet, one for each person. The squad leader muttered, "Pretentiousness has a price." After a few bites, he quietly waited for his food.

They arrived early, and when they first sat down it was very quiet, with only a few tables. Sun Cheng even joked that few people liked dry rice. Now it was a little later, and several tables had arrived. The restaurant gradually began to feel a bit lively, but with the violin music playing, it was still much quieter than outside, and they could hear the conversations at the next table clearly.

One of them spoke fluent French mixed with Mandarin, the waiter responded, and the other person occasionally interjected.

"No, how can there really be someone who can use the French menu?" the squad leader whispered.

The four of them couldn't help but listen quietly to the ordering. Sun Cheng closed his eyes and shook his head, feeling grief-stricken. "This whole thing is making us feel a little inferior."

Chen Qian didn't say anything. He felt that the voice of the man who spoke occasionally was very familiar. It sounded very much like his brother Chen Tian. How long had it been since they last saw each other? Now he had given up the people and joined the petty bourgeoisie?

He picked up his phone and was about to test whether it was Chen Tian next to him, when a hand reached out from behind and pressed on his shoulder: "Hey, Xiao Qian'er, come out and play!"

Okay, there’s no need to test it this time.