Chapter 1: Fraudster X Overbearing President (1)

Penglai Xiang Restaurant is located in the most remote alley in city B. It covers an area of ​​only more than 50 square meters. It has been in business for ten years and has never been renovated. The paint on the exterior walls has fallen off a lot, looking mottled And squat.
Compared with the flourishing western restaurants and Korean and Japanese food shops in City B, it is really not a countertop, but this is the case, this restaurant can still stand tall after years of baptism.
The owner of the shop is a gray-haired old man who is nearly sixty years old, known as Boss Xu.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Boss Xu opened the store door on time. As soon as the door opened, he saw a particularly beautiful young man standing at the door, wearing a hooded sweater and jeans, like a college student who had just stepped into society.
Thinking it was a guest, he smiled and asked people to sit in, while he posted the job advertisement on the wall next to the door.
The young man did not go in, but leaned over and looked at the job postings he posted on the wall.
Boss Xu glanced at him: "Dare to love not to eat, but to find a job, right?"
The young man nodded shyly. The harmless face of humans and animals combined with this expression was too good for favorability. Boss Xu tore off the job advertisement again with a smile.
"Come in with me."
Boss Xu greeted people to come in, while still saying: "I'm old, I'm a little too weak to get things done. Sooner or later, this world belongs to you young people."
The young man glanced at him hesitantly, and said embarrassingly: "Boss, I just came to this city, and my wallet was stolen. I think I can wash the dishes for you, and I will go there tomorrow. I'm looking for relatives."
Boss Xu sighed, "Yes, how can you be willing to stay in my small restaurant for a long time, and you can do it all day, so you can be sure that you are full."
After ten o'clock, guests came one after another. Although there were not many people, all of them were in suits and shoes, which seemed incompatible with this small restaurant.
After Zhai Zongting stepped into the restaurant, he found a bright place and sat down.
In the kitchen, Boss Xu said to the youth while cooking,
I’m a small restaurant, but the menus are all uploaded by our ancestors. The taste of the recipes is not comparable to those of five-star hotels. So those who come to eat here are all regular customers."
The youth's gaze fell on Zhai Zongting, who was by the window, and suddenly asked, "Is that gentleman also a regular customer?"
"Yes, that Mr. Zhai is the owner of Tiansheng Real Estate. His favorite is the sweet and sour short ribs and pork bone noodles in our restaurant. He will come here at least three or four times a week..."
After Boss Xu finished a dish, the young man swiftly delivered it to the guests. The two connected seamlessly, and the speed was much faster than before.
These guests are all regular customers. In the past, they were served by old people alone. When they saw a young handsome guy, they laughed and joked: "Boss, when did you accept such a handsome little apprentice?"
"No one is willing to worship me as a teacher. This is coming to work today. The young man got his wallet picked off as soon as he arrived in this city. I saw him pitifully and let him help me for a day."
When the few people were talking, Zhai Zongting looked away from the phone and looked at the busy young man.
The appearance is really good. If you are a plane model, you will definitely be more promising than staying in a small restaurant.
However, the brokerage company under his hand was for his cousin to practice his hands. Someone took care of business matters and he didn't need to worry about it. Therefore, as soon as this idea emerged, he turned his attention to the phone again.
Twenty minutes later, the young man came over with his sweet and sour short ribs and pork bone noodles.
Both of these are Zhai Zongting's favorite foods on weekdays. After attending cocktail parties more times, he thought about this bite. Basically, the food was still in the pot, and he began to salivate when he smelled it.
But at this moment, Zhai Zongting looked at the green celery and coriander floating on the bowl of pork bones, and suddenly lost his appetite.
Seeing that he hadn't moved his chopsticks, the young man asked: "Sir, why don't you eat it, do you think the taste is not enough? I'll add some chili noodles to you."
This smell is enough for him, and God knows how much he hates the strong smell of these two vegetables.
"Enough..." Zhai Zongting opened his mouth, trying to stop, but he took a step behind.
God knows what the young man did before, and his hand speed was so fast, he just uttered a sound, and in the next second, a small bottle of chili noodles was already piled in his bowl.
Zhai Zongting looked at the red, red, green and green stuff floating on the noodles, and a brow wrinkled in an instant.
I accompanied a cooperating client to a banquet last night. That person preferred greasy dishes, a large table of dishes, all the birds and animals, there was no vegetarian food, after a meal, his face was almost blue. I didn't even eat breakfast this morning, so I wanted to try the craftsmanship of the owner of Penglaixiang.
However, the good mood that he had brewed when he entered this store disappeared at this moment.
Zhai Zongting took a deep breath. At any rate, there is a small sweet and sour row, which can save his mood a little.
The next second, the remaining half bottle of chili noodles flew into his sweet and sour small row.
While adding chili noodles to him, the young man smiled and said, "I can't tell, sir, you don't even have an acne on your face. Unexpectedly, the taste is quite heavy. I like spicy food so much."
Zhai Zongting couldn't help it anymore, he took out his wallet, took out two red tickets, and patted them on the table.
However, the young man looked at the man's back, but he cocked his mouth and muttered in a low voice: "I thought he would slap the banknotes directly on my face. I didn't expect that the self-control is pretty good."
Boss Xu came out after frying the last dish. He happened to see Zhai Zongting from behind and asked the youth: "How did Mr. Zhai go?"
The young man shrugged innocently: "I don't know, maybe there is something important to deal with. Didn't you say that he is a big boss?"
"The big boss of Tiansheng Real Estate."
Boss Xu replied, and his gaze recovered from Zhai Zongting's back. When he saw the red bowl of noodles on the table and the sweet and sour rows of the same color, his wrinkled face was almost cracked. .
Seeing him like this, the young man smiled and asked: "What's wrong with you, boss?"
Boss Xu sucked the saliva stimulated by the chili noodles and said to the young man: "Mr. Zhai will not eat chili, celery and coriander. I told you just now. Didn't you hear?"
"Sorry to trouble you."
The youth apologized with a guilty expression on his face, put the money that Zhai Zongting had put down into the hands of boss Xu, and bowed deeply.
"I made a mistake when I was just working. I don't think I can afford to earn this meal. I'll leave now, so you won't continue to trouble the boss."
Boss Xu was dumbfounded again, he didn't scold anyone, why did he leave? This kid is really.
He hurriedly chased it out, but there were young people everywhere in the empty alleys.
...
As soon as Chen Lin walked out of the restaurant, he ran forward quickly. The youthful figure seemed to be stepping on a gust of wind, and soon he went out of the alley. After he came out, he slowed down.
The zipper of the sweater was opened by him, and the two sides of the sweater were pulled down by his hand, and he took it off neatly. When he passed a trash can, the sweater was balled up, and the three-pointer was just right into the frame.
The gentle and jade youth disappeared, replaced by a street fighter wearing a short-sleeved floral shirt with a blue dragon and white tiger painted on his arm.
He took a box of crumpled cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans, straightened it with his hand, and held it in his mouth, but did not light it.
A group of school girls just came by and saw Chen Lin dressed up like this. They suddenly showed three-point disgust and one-point fear, and they turned to the other side of the street.
Chen Lin was very satisfied with this, he even hummed a song.
Amidst this singing, a mechanical voice rang.
[Host, after you have been delayed for three days, the first time you confront the target person, you have achieved a good result. 】
"How many points?"
[Current score: 20 points. 】
This score was in Chen Lin's expectation. The look in Zhai Zongting's eyes when he was looking at him in the small restaurant just now was as if he wished to cut him with a knife.
Chen Lin touched his face and thought, if he paints heavy make-up before going to work in a restaurant, he guesses that this score can be raised a little bit.
However, if he really wears heavy makeup, it is estimated that the restaurant owner will not let him work there.
[The host is the most efficient one among the newcomers. If you don't delay the previous three days, according to the estimation of this system, your efficiency will be higher. No matter what, please keep working hard. 】
Chen Lin snorted lightly, and chose to turn a deaf ear to the complaints faintly contained in the system's praise.
If he didn't delay the previous three days, he wouldn't be so smooth.
As Chen Lin walked to the house he rented, he calculated in his mind that he just got the hatred value of 20 points from the first contact with the target person today. According to the information he has at hand, it can be as much as Zhai Zongting. Swing in front of you a few times, it is estimated that the hatred value can be easily full.
For the future, Chen Lin was once again full of hope.
Before, he was suddenly pulled into the world by a voice called the system to do a task. The whole person was trapped, but when the system showed him his death in a car accident, Chen Lin did not hesitate to accept the system's proposal. The proposal of going to various worlds to do tasks, as long as he is not passive, he can continue to live in this way.
In every world, there is a core character, also called the target character, who can retreat with a full 100 points of hatred.
Chen Lin is the kind of character who indulges and loves freedom. He is also an optimist and can live well no matter where he goes.
In this world, his identity is a fraudster, and Chen Lin could not be more satisfied with this identity.
Under the circumstance of ensuring that the target person is not harmed, what can be more hateful than being deceived?
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