Chapter 86: Duty

Good Jiaji also gradually on track, hired two waiters. Even the usual has a steady flow of customers, the next thing to do is to slowly introduce new products, win word of mouth, take off the hat of the cottage, open a chain store, hit the brand effect.

It is a long process and there is no room for impatience.

Zhan Qiaoyun, as the nominal store manager and the de facto chef, has performed well in all aspects, is hardworking and simple, and knows how to repay, and is a reassuring person, and it is really hard to find a replacement for her in the short term.

The only instability is his husband, Huang Yong, and the debts he owes.

Although she had advised her to divorce, she ignored it and Cheng Ming would not say it a second time.

The fear was that Huang Yong would put his hand in the store, and whether it was to take the money, or to attract that group of punks to cause trouble, it was something Cheng Ming didn’t want to see.

Cheng Ming learned from Shen Xiao’s side that Zhan Qiaoyun and her two daughters didn’t go home after Huang Yong came out and didn’t make a point to see him, and have been staying at the store.

On the contrary, Huang Yong got the news from somewhere and hovered in front of the store.

Zhan Qiaoyun ignored him, Suzume and Suzaku did say that their dad was outside, but Zhan Qiaoyun ignored that as well.

Huang Yong is very unkempt, ragged clothes, hair and beard are not taken care of, coupled with a limp on a wooden stick, looks no different from a beggar, close to will also smell a strange odor.

It was a very disfiguring look for the store, as it looked like a man and a ghost.

Zhan Qiaoyun pretends not to see, but Shen Xiao can’t be cruel enough to be the bad guy. She spends a lot of time with Zhan Qiaoyun, and she’s afraid that she’ll be hated for it, so she has to let Cheng Ming, the “big bad guy”, step in.

Cheng Ming asked expressionlessly, “Huang Yong, do you still remember me?”

“You are ……”

“The little kid who sent you the money is also the one behind sending you to the police station for tea.” Cheng Ming said bluntly.

Huang Yong did not get angry, perhaps even the essence of anger was gone, and asked with a face like death, “Why?”

“Because your presence is in the way, I wanted you to be locked up for a year and a half, but unfortunately it was only ten days.”

“See your wife and kids? They’re alive and well here with a bright future, but stay with you and what’s there? A bottomless pit of debt?”

“If you’re still a man, show some manliness, dare to act, fight all alone or not, the prodigal son returns and cleanses his heart, don’t put on a pitiful face to gain sympathy, and don’t affect the business of my store.”

Cheng Ming waved his hand in disgust and said, he didn’t take his handlebar out to drive people away, it was already considered giving face to Zhan Qiaoyun and Suzume and Suzaku.

“By the way, Huang Yong, if someone wanted to pay a million dollars for your life, would you sell it?”

“What’s the point of asking for money when your life is gone.”

“If you die, the million dollars will go to your wife and daughter, of course; will you sell your life?”

Cheng Ming was verifying his suspicions about how Ye Bin Song had sent Huang Yong to his death.

“Is my cheap life worth a million dollars?”

“Suppose your dog’s life was worth a million dollars, would you sell your life for your wife and daughter?”

“Maybe …… it will, but what in heaven’s name.”

“Then sell me this dog’s life of yours, and of course, I won’t pay you a dime. And you don’t have to die, or do anything for me, as long as you try to appear as little as possible in front of your wife and daughter, it’s important to me and them to be without you.”

With that said, what Huang Yong will do is up to him.

And the neatly dressed Huang Yong took the initiative to file for divorce with Zhan Qiaoyun at the store two days ago, which Cheng Ming only learned about afterward.

This time Zhan Qiaoyun is agreeing to a divorce, and the process is extremely simple.

Zhan Qiaoyun only wants custody of her two daughters and nothing else.

Huang Yong pushes the cart that Zhan Qiaoyun once used to sell egg cakes on the street during the day, and then goes to the casino to spend money at night, so I don’t know if it’s considered a change, or no change at all.

By mid-June, it was even hotter.

The young cat’s music teacher, He Dan, changed into a pleated skirt and black stockings with a knee-length hemline, which wasn’t too short, and didn’t leak anywhere.

This way of wearing it Cheng Ming had seen it all before, but it was kinda edgy nowadays.

Especially for the young boys in the class, it’s the first time they’ve seen something so exciting, and the more precocious male students are already plotting to confess their love to He Dan when they graduate.

However, when Ming was tired of studying, he didn’t mind taking a couple more looks at it as a reference for buying a dress for Jing Jing during the summer vacation.

Cheng Ming’s forehead ate a ball of paper, Cheng Ming broke the ball of paper, inside it was written, “Look at the teacher colorfully again, and I’ll gouge the corners of your eyes out.”

It didn’t sound like Chen Ziyi, but it didn’t quite sound like Jing either.

But no one should be paying attention to themselves except these two.

Cheng Ming looked around the class, only to see Zhang Jiajia making a face at him.

It’s true that the main man is not in a hurry for his best friend.

There’s also bad news. It’s about to be Cheng Ming’s turn on duty.

There is always a feeling of bad luck when it’s your turn to be on duty near the end of the semester.

Especially for the graduating class, there is no more next semester, and after counting the days it’s not their turn the students will say they’re lucky.

Cheng Ming, who doesn’t have a deskmate, still has to do his duty alone, and one person is contracted to sweep the floor, wipe the blackboard, and take out the garbage.

After all, it wasn’t good enough to negotiate that the female student who was pregnant at her desk participated in the class cleanup and was exempted from one of her duties.

You can’t have too many days when you’re left alone to work overtime when you’re a social animal.

Cheng Ming was on duty and the one who complained the most was her sister.

“What’s the point of getting up so early, sleep for another ten minutes.” Cheng Li closed his eyes and rolled around in bed pampered.

Getting to sleep in every morning since getting a motorcycle is kind of a bad start.

“I’m on duty today, so why don’t I go to school first, and I’ll give you the money so you can get yourself some breakfast.”

“Do you want me to be late, brother, or do you want me to be hungry.”

Cheng Li hands propped up on the bed, hard to get up and said: “All this time, I walk to school is definitely too late well.”

When Cheng Ming arrived at the classroom, Jing was sweeping the floor with a broom.

“Eh ……”

“What are you waiting for, go clean the blackboard.”

“Jing, I love you so much.”

Cheng Ming really wanted to hug the thoughtful Jing Jing.

“Why are you saying such things again, what if someone hears you?” Shamed and annoyed, Lin Jingyi swept the floor as hard as she could to vent her frustration, resulting in the dust being raised and getting dirtier and dirtier.

Because Lin Jingyi was cleaning the classroom, the walk-ins who had arrived in the classroom early also ran out into the corridor, so there was no need to be afraid of being heard.

“It’s appropriate to be so enamored so early in the morning, isn’t it?”

An emotionless voice came from behind, Chen Ziyi stood in the back doorway with her arms wrapped around her hands and a cold face.

“Chen Ziyi, you’re here really early today, does that mean you want to help me with my duty too?” Cheng Ming asked narcissistically.

“You’re daydreaming, I was going to come and laugh at you sweeping the floor alone, now it seems like there’s no chance.” Chen ZiYi spread her hands and said, “You guys hurry up and finish cleaning, I’m waiting to enter the classroom.”

“If you have time to rush us you might as well help us clean up together.”

“The classroom is too crowded for three people.”

“Isn’t this a big classroom?”

“Idiot.”

Chen Ziyi cursed uncertainly and leaned over the guardrail of the corridor with one hand on her cheek, sighing and slightly furrowing her willow brows.