People always have to take a break. In this noisy and chaotic world, work, communication, bosses, colleagues, teachers, wives and children, in short, there are too many things that make us tired. Some people choose to have a drink in the bar when they are rarely free, while others choose to sit in the cafe for a while.

There is such a cafe on Shell Street, but it uses some pink decorations and a few black and white work clothes to define a unique style. Well, there is also a cake that tastes great but has a really bad appearance.

In short, those who can sit here are usually young people who are quietly looking at comics and have a little large-sized figure.

But today, this store welcomed the oldest customer since its renovation.

An old man who was dressed meticulously and leaned on a crutch that seemed valuable at first sight, pushed open the door and walked in naturally, with a faint smell of sulfur on his body, but it was soon covered by the sweetness. Some people looked up and looked at him, thinking how could such an old man like this tone, but then he seemed to think there was nothing worth caring about, so he lowered his head and turned his attention to the comic in his hand.

The old man came to the bar and sat down. Boss Xiaoyu behind the cashier did not ignore the old man like everyone else, but was stunned for a moment. Of course, he would not care about the age of the customers in the store and immediately changed into a standard smile.

"Sir, what do you want?" he asked.

The old man hesitated for a moment: "Well, although your food may not necessarily meet my appetite, let's just come some of the most popular ones." He said slowly. Although the content sounded a little despised the meaning of this small shop, it was not so annoying when it came to people's ears, but it only had a faint sense of incongruity.

"Is it the most popular?" said the fat owner: "If you don't care about the appearance of the food, our cakes here taste great."

"I want one." The old man stood up with his crutch against his feet and said politely

Soon, the cake was delivered.

"Please use it slowly." Xiaoyu said the same as all other guests, and then started working on the next meal.

But the old man was not in a hurry to eat: "By the way, don't you want to know why I came here for this age?" He fiddled with the fork and tugged on the sugar on the upper layer of the cake.

Boss Xiaoyu felt a little unhappy. He had seen such a guest. Maybe because he had no friends or just broke up, he always wanted to find someone to express his feelings and complain. Anyway, they urgently needed to communicate with others, and often didn't order anything. They just sat here and kept talking. This old man seemed to be such a person.

But there was no way. As the owner of a shop, he should meet the needs of the customers, add sugar, change the tableware, serve tea and water, chat, and do this. This kind of thing should be considered a matter of separation. So Xiaoyu responded politely: "Maybe just come in and take a rest." But he started to keep muttering in his heart. This old man probably was a strange and hobby of an old girl who was still a girl.

"Haha, of course it's not just a rest, nor is it my girlish heart that hasn't died. In fact, I don't have that kind of thing at all." He pointed to his heart and said, "I'm a businessman, and I'm here just to make a deal."

He said it very calmly. Boss Xiaoyu didn't even realize how he knew what he was talking about in his heart? He didn't care whether he said he didn't have an ambiguous words like "girl's heart" or "heart" that he cared about was the words "businessman" and "trading".

Could it be that this old man who looks very valuable at first glance is attracted by his store’s business and wants to buy this store?

At this moment, Boss Xiaoyu's face seemed to be less friendly.

"Well, please forgive me for not understanding what you mean, but speaking of it, I seem to be a businessman too." He did not retreat, and even stared at the old man's face impolitely and said, "Look, I have a store, I also sell cakes, and this is almost my favorite thing to do. I plan to continue selling like this. In this way, the word businessman doesn't seem so intimidating, right? By the way, you haven't finished talking just now, are you here to come?"

Boss Xiaoyu said, his tone was full of gunpowder. He was not afraid of the movie scene where he was polite and then soldier, and found some marginal forces to find fault in order to buy a house. At this moment, he had seen all kinds of freaks. He heard that there were a bunch of strange things, and the guardians under his hands were not simple characters. In addition, there was also a seemingly awesome "Agent of S.H.I.E.D., who owed him several months of money for the cake.

Hey? Thinking of this, Xiaoyu seemed to suddenly realize that in this atmosphere, Xiaonan and Jingjing should have felt something was wrong, but they seemed to be busy with their own things, as if they had not noticed the situation on their side at all.

After hearing this, the old man was silent for a moment

"Haha" he suddenly smiled: "Sure enough, you are also an interesting person."

Boss Xiaoyu still frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It's not what you think. I came here because I didn't like your store. Sorry, I'm not saying that this store is not good. I just said that I'm more interested in you than the coffee cake here."

Boss Xiaoyu's face froze suddenly: "Ah? Are you pervert?" He obviously understood the other party's meaning and looked at the other party with shock: "I want to call the police!"

The old man didn't know how to take on this conversation for a moment, so he had to lower his head helplessly: "Hey, young people nowadays have such strange thoughts." He muttered: "Let me simply say that, my surname is Zhou, you can call me Boss Zhou, and I want to make a deal with you, of course it's not the kind you think. I want to give you a kind of strength."

Next second

"No!" Boss Xiaoyu said immediately: "Please ask you to go out, oh, by the way, the cake is 30 yuan."

Boss Xiaoyu said with a disgust, obviously treating Boss Zhou as a church propagandist or selling newly packaged employees in the organization.

Boss Zhou was speechless again, thinking to himself that there are only two people in this world who can make me look at actively investing, and the last guy is the same. He has always rejected my strength, and this even drove me away. Hey, how many people have worked hard to meet me, but this kid doesn’t want to give it to me for free.

He shook his head earnestly, then slowly stood up, stretched out a finger, and tapped Xiaoyu's eyebrows lightly.
Chapter completed!