Come to modern times to be a boss

Chapter 26

"Xiao Zhu, the bank card is ready?" Old Wang dragged the floor in the hall. Originally, Zhu Quan had been doing this job. Didn't he go to apply for the bank card just now?

"Well, it's done." Zhu Quan completely put away his emotions, lest Lao Wang see something again.

"Uncle Wang, I'll go up and fill in the information of the novel, if you need anything, call me."

"Go on with your work, there's nothing to do now!" Lao Wang waved his hand and continued mopping the floor.

Wake up the computer, complete the information, move your body, take a few deep breaths, and when all the preparations are done, Zhu Quan sits down on the chair and starts to crackle the coding work.

An hour later, after writing two chapters, Zhu Quan got up and poured a glass of water, and checked the time by the way, hey, it's late, why didn't Uncle Wang ask him to go to work?

When I went downstairs, I found that Lao Wang was working alone, humming and humming.

"Uncle Wang, you called me!" Zhu Quan felt a little embarrassed as he hurried forward to take the bag of flour that Old Wang was holding.

"You can just go and do your work, this work is not tiring, and I just lost weight." Lao Wang wiped his sweat and said out of breath.

"If you want to lose weight, just practice boxing with me, and I'll adjust it for you, isn't it more reliable than this job?" Pouring the flour into the noodle bucket, Zhu Quan bewitched Lao Wang again.

"Then how long will it take for me to become as fat as yours?" Old Wang seemed to be a little interested.

"That depends on how much you can endure." Zhu Quan patted the flour on his hands and looked at him with a smile.

"I'm not afraid of suffering. I was also from a poor family when I was a child. Come and sit!" Greeting Zhu Quan, Lao Wang sat down on the chair and drank a big mouthful of water.

"The suffering I'm talking about doesn't mean putting in a little effort. That's not suffering." Zhu Quan shook his head. In his opinion, compared to their original training mode, working hard is simply enjoyment.

"You don't want to train your Uncle Wang as a special soldier, do you?" Lao Wang glanced at him suspiciously, why did he think this kid wanted to play with him.

"Ahem, that's what I thought, but come on, seeing how busy you are, I'll just order something more ordinary." Seeing through his mind, Zhu Quan was also a little embarrassed, so he had to cough to cover it up.

"Hmph, I know you have no good intentions, kid." Lao Wang rolled his eyes at him, but he seemed to really want to lose weight, "The general difficulty, with your conditioning, how long will it take to return to a normal body shape? It’s not your kind, but it’s better than now, and it’s fine to lose thirty to fifty catties.”

"Thirty to fifty catties..." Zhu Quan was a little speechless.

Lao Wang's current weight is about 220 catties, and his height is about 1.8 meters. According to normal standards, it is 160 catties, and he has lost [-] to [-] kg. Although he is still slightly fat, it is acceptable.

"You have to work every day, that is, if you have time at two o'clock in the morning and evening, the effect will be greatly reduced." Zhu Quan explained to Lao Wang a little bit, and then continued. "One hour of boxing practice in the morning and one hour in the evening, together with my conditioning, within three months, you are guaranteed to lose [-] pounds, and your body will look great, and it will taste delicious!"

"Do you have to practice boxing for two hours a day?" Old Wang trembled a little when he heard that, let alone practicing boxing for two hours, it would be exhausting for him to stand for two hours!
"If it takes one hour, it will take half a year." Zhu Quan was helpless.

"What about half an hour?"

"It's nowhere in sight." I rolled my eyes, why don't you say 10 minutes.

"Hey, I also want to lose weight, but I can't make up my mind." Old Wang said with a sad face.

"Uncle Wang, I just want to ask you, do you want to lose weight?" Zhu Quan asked in a very serious tone.

"Of course I want to, but..." Before he finished speaking, Zhu Quan interrupted, "Yes, you can just say you want to, and leave the rest to me!"

With a smirk that succeeded in trickery, Lao Wang looked a little panicked, "No, you won't be cruel to your Uncle Wang, will you?"

"That's not true. Starting from today, one hour before going to bed every night." Zhu Quan raised his index finger, and then got up and went upstairs to continue typing.

It's not very busy at the moment, and if it's noon, there's basically no time.

"An hour is an hour, a man, spit and nail, it's done!" Old Wang screamed loudly, and he didn't know whether he was guilty or deliberately trying to cheer himself up.

Zhu Quan, who had already run to the second floor, burst out laughing when he heard this, alas, finally someone will practice boxing with me in the future, this way is not alone!

At noon, Lao Wang was no longer polite, and sent him a message directly, asking him to go downstairs to work!

When receiving this news, Zhu Quan was still a little happy. This is how he regarded himself as a family member, and then quickly went downstairs to work.

Just as he closed the door, Qiwen's system information button flashed.

Since it just rained a few days ago, the sundries in the air have been cleaned, the sky is so blue, but the air is so hot and dry.

Even though the air conditioner was turned on in the noodle shop, the temperature reached 16°, but it still couldn't withstand the heat waves.

The glass door was pushed open time and time again, finally getting a little bit of coolness, and it was immediately extinguished by the rushing heat wave.

Zhu Quan is like a big quail, shuttling back and forth among the guests, with a plate of dishes here and a bowl of noodles there, probably because he found a job that can make money, he is in a good mood, and he is full of motivation to work .

Originally, I planned to give Aunt Chang's legs some rest at noon, but there were too many people in the shop today.

Wave after wave, there are still some people eating slowly, which is similar to Zhu Quan's purpose of mixing air conditioners at the beginning. Of course, these people will at least give money.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the number of guests gradually decreased. They ate all the food that should be eaten, and those who didn't eat probably had to endure it, so they simply ate it with dinner.

Lao Wang was finally able to take a little rest and drink some cold beer to relieve the heat.

"Uncle Wang, it is said on the Internet that drinking beer will make you fat." Zhu Quan stabbed Lao Wang with a "poof".

"..." Lao Wang was speechless, just a little bit in a better mood, and instantly lost his beauty, and by the way, he gave Zhu Quan a big roll of his eyes.

"Drink more cold water for nothing, it's good." Another knife was added.

"Eat yours quickly, you can't stop your mouth even if you eat." Old Wang became furious, wishing he could stuff the beer can into his mouth.

"By the way, I have to go to Uncle Zhou's house later. Auntie Chang hasn't done today's treatment yet." Wiping the corner of his mouth, Zhu Quan muttered.

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To predict what will happen next, please read the next chapter!
(End of this chapter)