Chapter 448: Her name is Shi Han

After Qin Haodong sat down, he ordered a few breakfasts. He had to say that it was a hundred-year-old shop, and the breakfast tasted really good.
While enjoying the food, while watching the beauty, while listening to the melodious ancient songs, I have to say that eating breakfast here is indeed a great enjoyment, no wonder so many people come one after another.
The magic is the economic center of China, and the consumption of this tea house is also very high. Most of the morning tea here is a successful person with a lot of money.
At this moment, a middle-aged fat man hurriedly walked in. He looked around and there was no space. Qin Haodong sat alone on this table and came over and said, "Brother, can you fight with you?" At the table, you can rest assured that your breakfast is counted in your brother's account."
Seeing the politeness of the fat man, Qin Haodong did not care, said: "Please sit down!"
"Thank you!"
The fat man sat opposite Qin Haodong and ordered a breakfast. He immediately couldn’t wait to look at the girl who was playing the guzheng.
Seeing the appearance of the fat man, Qin Haodong knows that he has to come here to see the beauty of the ingredients more than breakfast.
"Big brother, it seems that you often come here to eat early?"
The fat man is also a very talkative person, saying: "Of course, I come to the poetry every day."
"Poetry? Are you talking about this girl who plays the piano?"
The fat man moved his eyes back from the girl and looked at Qin Haodong's strange saying: "Little brother, don't you come here for breakfast?"
Qin Haodong said: "I am a Jiangnanese. I just arrived at the Magic Capital last night. I just heard the sound of the piano."
"No wonder, I said that people who eat here don't know poetry." The fat man said, "I tell you, come here to eat breakfast, one hundred and ninety are all directed at the poetry." Come."
Qin Haodong said with great interest: "Is it not because the morning tea here tastes good?"
The fat man said: "Heming teahouse tastes good early, but what is the magic? Huaxia's economic center, there are many similar places with this kind of tea house, why is the business here good?"

Why?
Qin Haodong asked very cooperatively.
This mysterious girl has evoked his interest and wants to get as much information as possible.
"Obviously, because there are poems here."
Referring to this girl named Shi Han, the fat face of the fat man is excited. "Poetry is the popular star here. Since she came to this restaurant three months ago, the business here is day by day. it is good.
To tell you the truth, everyone used to come here to eat breakfast, now is to listen to music to see beautiful women.
Just like my brother, I will run every day to give poetry. Last night, because I was dealing with some special things, I only got up late today, or my brother would definitely sit in the closest position to Shi Han.

At this time, it was the end of the song. As the fat man said, the poetry was indeed the popular star here. The scene immediately applauded and applauded.
Some diners have ordered some foods in order to sit for a while, especially those who are closer to the poems. They are reluctant to leave anyway.
Qin Haodong said: "Is Shi Han girl an employee in this store?"
He is a bit strange in his heart. This poem is deeply rooted in the ancient songs. I am afraid that the famous ancient Chinese masters of China can't match it. There is also an elegant and classical beauty from the bones. Why do you run to the city? ?
The fat man lowered his voice and said: "Poetry is the employee here. I heard that she came from a foreign country. It seems that the first time I went to a big city like Modu, I didn't know anything. I was directly signed by the boss for three years. The contract, now I want to go, can't go, otherwise I have to pay a large sum of liquidated damages."
Qin Haodong nodded secretly, so pure piano sound, it really is not from the city.
After listening to the news, he asked a little strangely: "He just played the piano here, but also need to sign a liquidated damages?"
The fat man said: "You can't underestimate the poetry girl. After she came, I heard that the turnover of the tea house has doubled. Now she is the cash cow of Heming Tea House. The boss is very smart, how can it be casual? Let her go."
During the speech, his eyes never left the exquisite face of Shi Han. "If I am the boss, I will not let her go. Like this kind of beauty, even if I look at it every day, I will be refreshed."
Qin Haodong said: "Since it helps the tea house to make money, it will not be less than her salary?"
The fat man shook his head and whispered: "It is not the case at all. The owner of this store is very dark. He signed a three-year contract with Shi Han in advance. The salary is very low and he does not raise his salary.
Moreover, the owner of the tea house has a black background, and the poetry can't be hard, otherwise she will be very miserable.

For this point, Qin Haodong is not unexpected. It can be passed down to the old store for a hundred years. Generally, there must be energy in both black and white. Otherwise, it will not be pleasing to the eye by the local hooligans. If you play it several times, you can’t open it again. Going on.
At the same time, he also had some pitiful poetry and girl. Just entering this complicated society, he was engulfed by the black-hearted boss.
He also asked: "According to the poetry and music of this poem, it is not difficult to enter the entertainment circle. Why did you choose to play here?"
The fat man shook his head and said: "I don't know about it, maybe it is a personal hobby, maybe it was cheated by the boss, and the water in the entertainment circle is very deep. It is difficult to get in without a door."
Speaking of this, he sighed: "With the poetry of the face and body, as long as the beckoning, there will be countless grandfather to save money for her, can completely live a life without worry, but she did not do so.

He seems to be pity for the poetry, but Qin Haodong knows that it can be heard from the sound of the piano, this girl's heart is pure and incomparable, how could this kind of secular thing contaminate himself.
When the two talked, the breakfast was almost finished, and Shi Han also ended the last piece.
She stood up and said to many diners: "Everyone, today's ten songs are all finished, welcome everyone to come tomorrow."
The voice of the voice is as good as the sound of her piano.
After she said that she picked up the guqin, she walked toward the back hall of the tea house.
"Poetry, don't go, come and chat with your brother."
He spoke of a middle-aged bearded man with a sly look. He said that while he was still stroking the back of the poem, he touched the air. Although it only touched the air, this movement seemed to satisfy him.
Seeing him like this, there was a burst of laughter around.
At this time, another dry man reached out and stopped the poetry. He said with a smile: "Poetry, brother is here for you, and a meal is spending more than a thousand here. How can you thank me?"

Qin Haodong could not help but secretly shake his head. He said that he would like to thank you for a woolen line. You are here only to harass people. People can't get a penny of commission. It is too late for you. Why should you thank you?

Shi Han seems to have been accustomed to this situation, she did not take care of the thin man, just took a step to the side, and then continue to move forward.
Although these diners frequently provoke poetry, they are all just around the corner, and no one has made too much action.
But at this moment, suddenly a young man stood up and stretched his hand to the poem of Shi Han.
"Poetry, don't go, chat with Laozi, and give a thousand words in a sentence. How do you see it?"
The young man is a famous brand on his body. He wears a million-dollar gold watch on his hand. His eyes reveal the obscene color that is difficult to contain. At first glance, he is the cousin who ran out to find happiness.
The fat man said in the ear of Qin Haodong: "This is Huang Cailun, the son of Huang Jianye, the real estate developer of our magic city. Everyone calls him Huang Shao, and the money can kill people.
Recently, he ran here every morning to give poetry and confession, a price of one thousand yuan, which the young master can open.

Qin Haodong didn't have a good look at the fat man. These people are a kind of awkwardness for poetry. He doesn't understand that it is a common character of a dusty fairy. Why do you want to go to this downtown city to get rid of these worldly things.
"Please be your own weight!"
Shi Han said, opened a yellow talented arm, although her internal strength was completely sealed, but after all, there is a martial art foundation, which is stronger than ordinary women.
Huang Cailun saw that Shi Han did not give face, and could not change his look. He reached out and slaps on her ass.
This slap is not too heavy, but the sound is very loud, and the meaning of the representative is completely different. The original and lively tea house is quiet.
Huang Cailun took back his right hand and smelled it very slyly at the tip of his nose. Then he said with infinite taste: "It feels good and tastes better. I don't know what it feels like to be pressed on the bed?"
After he finished speaking, he first laughed himself, and then other people followed the sly laughter. These people must have the same thoughts as Huang Cailun, and want to experience the feeling.
Qin Haodong frowned slightly, and from the inside, he did not want to see these people poetry.
Seeing these people getting more and more excessive, the poem's face instantly cooled down, his eyes filled with inexplicable anger, and his hands raised and slap in the face of Huang Cailun still laughing.
"Snapped!"
The strength of this slap is great, the crisp sound is louder than just now, echoing in the entire restaurant.
Huang Cailun was laughing very happily. He never thought that he would be slap in the face, and he almost didn't beat his mouth.
There is still anger on the face of Shi Han. Although she is bleak and elegant for human nature, she has been ridiculed since she came to this tea house. From no stop, the anger of the heart is finally completely ignited.
After Huang Jinglun’s horror, he was instantly furious. He used to be arrogant during the week. When he encountered such a thing, the whole wretched face became distorted.
At the same time, the laughter in the hall came to an abrupt end, and everyone was shocked by the slap of poetry.
None of them thought that this very elegant girl in the week would have made such a rude move.
Moreover, here is the tea house, the door is open to welcome customers, the customers are God, and the consequences of beating God are very serious.
The most important thing is that she is not the one who is playing, but the notorious young master Huang Cailun. This Huang Daxiao is a well-known rich second generation. On weekdays, only he is a slap in the face, but today he is being beaten in public, I wonder how he might swallow this breath.
Sure enough, the violent Huang Cailun went back to the table after kicking the gods, and looked like a swearing swearing: "Smelly scorpion, I am going to hit you with your ass. You dare to beat Lao Tzu, you this. Is looking for death!"
Everyone was nervous, but the poetry still stood in the same place, looking at Huang Cailun with anger.