Come to modern times to be a boss

Chapter 42
Looking at the time, it was almost noon, and it was estimated that the people below were also busy, so Zhu Quan put the computer to sleep, and then went downstairs to help.

Although Lao Wang didn't let him take care of the restaurant and Xiaotian would do all the chores, Zhu Quan didn't think so.

According to the statement here, the money earned from writing is only the first pot of gold, that is, the starting capital. Can he write for a lifetime?cannot,

What's more, he was born in the Guards Department, so all his skills are buried in front of the computer?He doesn't want to.

What's more, he is really getting more and more interested in this cooking skill.

At the beginning, they also had field training, and they would throw people into the barren mountains and mountains, leaving them alone for a month, leaving you to fend for yourself.

At that time, he also learned how to eat, but the food and the food here are completely two worlds.

Not to mention the ingredients, the richness of those seasonings is completely crushed.

And after sitting for a long time, I always feel that my body is not strong enough. It is also very good to come out, turn the pot, and serve food.

"Eh? Little Zhu, why are you down? Hurry up and write a book." When Old Wang saw him enter the kitchen, he wanted to drive him away.

But no, he made more money typing in a day than he made in a month.

"Uncle Wang, I'm very tired from typing. Let me relax. What is this, braised fish? Let me do it." Without any explanation, he grabbed Lao Wang's right to hold the spoon, and drove him out of the kitchen instead.

"Hey, this is the first time I've seen a person like you. If you have money, you have to eat dirt. It's up to you." Knowing that he couldn't persuade him, Lao Wang just said a few words, and then went out to greet the guests.

In Zhu Quan's view, writing novels is only for those who are bored, but cooking is for those who want to fill their stomachs.

The weight of the two, in Zhu Quan's eyes, is not of the same magnitude at all. Food is the most important thing for the people, and they can't get enough to eat. Even if you give him a good novel, he will not talk to you, and he will even kick you. , because he feels that you are mocking: brother (dei), come to this book as spiritual food.

Now that Zhu Quan no longer worries about eating and drinking, writing novels has simply become a hobby. When the copyright is sold, it will basically solve all his current money needs, so why not put more energy into cooking? on it.

And he always remembers what Lao Wang said back then: If you are good at cooking, you will find a partner easily!

Only now did he know that the object meant a woman, and he also learned a saying from the Internet: If you want to capture a person's heart, you must first capture her stomach.

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and the greatest thing is to have no offspring. A traditional man will definitely miss women. Although there is no suitable one now, he can't go wrong if he plans ahead. (Hoohoo, where is the heroine, where is the heroine!)
When there were not many people, the three of them finally sat down, and Xiaotian made some food for himself, and ate deliciously while eating.

No matter how he didn't want to talk to him, Zhu Quan still made him his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.

There is no way, although this child is worthless, but the crime is not worthy of death, so he can't starve to death.

Besides, judging from his performance in the past few days, he is much better than before, at least he is not so lazy, and he is not often stubborn, Zhu Quan sees this.

Of course, that's all. If you want to get Zhu Quan's approval, there is still a long way to go.

"Xiao Zhu, it's not busy here, why don't you go up and code?" Lao Wang wiped the sweat from his neck and asked out of breath.

Even if there is air conditioning in the house, try it next to the stove in the kitchen, it is no different from steaming in a sauna.

"Don't worry, I have half a day's free time. I have manuscripts, so I can relax once in a while. It's good. I'll sort out the things behind me by the way." After taking a sip of mountain spring water, Zhu Quan replied lightly.

"Brother Quan, can you teach me, I also want to write novels." After wiping his mouth, Xiaotian stretched out his head with a smile.

"Do you know what it means to be overestimated?" Zhu Quan asked after glancing at him.

"I know, it's just..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhu Quan, "Do you know what water dripping through stone means?"

"Um, I know." Xiaotian's voice was much weaker this time.

"Do you know what it means to maximize strengths and avoid weaknesses?"

What a triple question.

"..." Xiaotian lowered his head disheartened, it seemed that he was hit hard.

Seeing him like this, Zhu Quan suddenly felt that he was going too far?Forget it, call him a few words.

"It is said that you are overconfident, because your literary quality is not up to that level, and what you write will only make you laugh."

He drank another sip of mountain spring water, tasted it slowly for a few seconds, and then continued, "The meaning of asking you is to tell you that if you concentrate on doing one thing, you will make money after you achieve great success, and you will make a lot of money."

After pausing for a while, feeling that Xiaotian had almost absorbed it, he continued, "The so-called exploiting strengths and avoiding weaknesses is to tell you that it is impossible for a person to have no shortcomings. The key is how to highlight your own strengths. Please understand these three words slowly. .”

After saying the last sentence, Zhu Quan didn't care about Xiaotian's reaction, so he went upstairs to type.

Leaving Pharaoh a semi-literate man in a daze, and a pensive Xiaotian.

. . .

On Tuesday, by the West Lake in Hangzhou, it was still the manor.

Lao Zhou ate something casually, and came to this place again. After resting last night, his condition has improved a lot.

If that person still doesn't see me today, then he can only force his way in.

Lao Zhou secretly planned in his heart.

Although it is said to be by the West Lake, because it is a private residence, and it is a private residence of a big man, there is no communication with the scenic spot.

If you haven't been here, you don't even know that there is such a quiet and leisurely place here.

After ringing the doorbell, Lao Zhou stood in the same position as yesterday, still the same marble floor tile, and Lao Zhou could even remember that there was a corroded hole the size of a button.

"Mr. Zhou, please wait a moment, Mr. Chang hasn't gotten up yet."

The expected reply, even if you wake up, you won't see him so soon, not to mention, maybe he didn't plan to see him at all.

This wait took another two hours, from eight o'clock to ten o'clock.

The sun is already hanging above the head, and the temperature is gradually rising. It is indeed a bit embarrassing for a man in his 50s and [-]s to stand under the sun.

Inside the manor, several nannies were chatting in low voices.

"Who is that man? Why does he keep coming?" Nanny A.

"I don't know, I haven't been here for long." Nanny B.

"I heard from the security guard that this is Mr. Xu's enemy. He even beat Mr. Xu to vomit blood back then." C, a pretty nanny.

"What are you talking about, all the work is done?" An old nanny who seemed to be of a certain age came over, probably seeing these people muttering here, and gave a warning.

"Mother Wu, it's almost finished, why don't you rest here for a while." Nanny C hurriedly flattered her, and went over to rub her shoulders.

"I know what you guys are talking about here. That person outside is also a poor person." As if she knew something but couldn't say anything, Mama Wu sighed.

"Mother Wu, tell us, there's no one around anyway." Nanny B also urged.

"There is no one, but there is surveillance. Don't inquire if there is anything, hurry up and get to work!" The old man was still sensible, dismissed the thoughts of a few girls, and Wu Ma walked towards Lao Zhou.

"Mr. Zhou, right? Mr. Xu asked me to tell you that you won't see the old man or the eldest lady. You'd better go back." After saying this loudly, Mama Wu didn't turn around, and then lowered her voice. After saying a few words, "They don't even know you're here. The old man lives a little far away from here. Missy should be able to hear some voices."

After saying these few words, Mama Wu turned around and left.

After being stunned for a moment, Zhou Weimin understood what Mama Wu meant.

This is to make him make a lot of noise and make some noise. It seems that not letting him in is not the old man's intention, but a bad move by that bastard.

When Mama Wu disappeared, Zhou Weimin looked up at the sun, it was almost 11 o'clock.

Hmph, it's 11 o'clock on time.

At that time, everyone who should get up has got up, and what should be busy is also done, so it is suitable to go out to watch a show.

It's almost time, let's start, this old face, don't want it!

I saw Lao Zhou slamming the doorbell. After seven or eight times, regardless of the shouting and cursing inside, he grabbed the iron gate with both hands and shook it.

While shaking, he was still kicking and shouting: "Chang Lei, come out for me, I want to see Ayu."

Seeing that the movement was not loud enough, he took a few steps back and kicked heavily at the fence gate.

"bang"

The sound was really loud, which startled Lao Zhou himself.

Hey, some more kicks then.

Seeing a security guard running over in the distance, Lao Zhou seized his time and kicked a few more times, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to vent his anger later.

"哐" Let you bastard not see me.

"Kuang" let you bastard snatch my wife away.

"Kuang" makes you a bastard full of bad water, and you can't see others being good.

The security guards finally opened the door and surrounded Lao Zhou.

Lao Zhou stared at the bastard who was slowly walking over from the villa, and the anger in his stomach became even more intense.

"Xu Lei, you bastard, give me back my Ayu!"

Lao Zhou directly broke through the encirclement of the security guards, ran towards the "Xu Lei" he called, and killed him.

The security guards didn't dare to let him touch a hair on their boss, so they ran after him.

After all, Lao Zhou is old, although his physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary middle-aged people.

But in front of professional security guards, it was almost meaningless.

It was just that they were negligent just now, who would have thought that he dared to directly attack their Xu Dong, so he took a loophole.

If he was prepared, Lao Zhou would not be able to break through the encirclement.

. . .

(End of this chapter)