Chapter 822: 209: Transfer Chapter 822: 209: Transfer There were many shops on the street, but few needed part-ti workers.
After all, the economy at this ti wasn’t as developed as in later tis, and the businesses weren’t booming. Many shops could barely make ends et, so how could they afford to hire people?
Moreover, Wu Yanyun was still underage, so even the shops that needed part-ti workers wouldn’t dare to hire her.
As she walked, Wu Yanyun ca across a noodle restaurant with a long queue at the entrance, and next to it was a milk tea shop, both swarming with people.
Business was booming.
The milk tea shop was called “NY Milk Tea,” and the noodle restaurant was called “Sour Fish Noodle Restaurant.”
Both establishnts had beco popular in Beijing over a year ago and had spawned many imitators in Beijing’s streets, yet the originals had never been surpassed.
NY Milk Tea and Sour Fish Noodle Restaurant had significantly influenced the dining scene.
Wu Yanyun entered the restaurant where two aunties were efficiently cleaning the tables, “Auntie, do you hire part-ti workers?”
The aroma inside the restaurant was so tantalizing that Wu Yanyun couldn’t help but swallow saliva.
Your business is thriving for a reason.
Coincidentally, the store Wu Yanyun visited was managed by Zhou Qingshang.
Zhou Qingshang had a daughter about Wu Yanyun’s age. “Girl, would you like to co work here?”
“Yes,” Wu Yanyun nodded in a hurry, “Auntie, don’t worry, I can do anything! You can pay whatever you think is appropriate. I really need this job!”
Zhou Qingshang then asked, “How old are you this year, young lady?”
“Seventeen,” Wu Yanyun replied.
Zhou Qingshang’s daughter, Wang Xiaoya, was 16 and in her final year of junior high school, “Young lady, aren’t you going to school?”
Wu Yanyun shook her head.
Zhou Qingshang had also faced tough tis in the past. If it weren’t for Ni Yang and her daughter coming to Jinghua Village, Wang Xiaoya probably would have dropped out of school by now. Seeing Wu Yanyun, she felt sympathy.
“Just wait a mont for , young lady.” Zhou Qingshang quickly cleaned up the table and headed towards the kitchen.
Wu Yanyun stood there waiting for Zhou Qingshang with a nervous heart.
Zhou Qingshang soon ca back with a bag in her hand, “Young lady, this is so leftover buns and noodles from our lunch. If you don’t mind, you can take them ho and eat, otherwise, it would just be a waste if we throw them away.”
“Thank you, Auntie.” Wu Yanyun took the bag with both hands.
Wu Yanyun continued, “Young lady, we have never hired part-tirs before, and I’m not sure if the boss will hire you. Co back tomorrow afternoon at two o’clock, and the boss will be here.”
Although Zhou Qingshang was now the store manager, hiring part-ti workers wasn’t sothing she could decide.
Even more so since Wu Yanyun wasn’t of age yet.
She was afraid of causing trouble for Ni Yang.
“Auntie, thank you! Thank you!” Wu Yanyun held the bag and kept bowing to Zhou Qingshang.
“You’re welco,” Zhou Qingshang replied. “You should head back now, and co again tomorrow.”
Wu Yanyun left with the food in hand.
Zhou Qingshang had given a lot.
There were ten at buns and a large bag of soup noodles.
Actually, these foods were not leftovers from lunch but were bought by Zhou Qingshang herself.
Looking at Wu Yanyun’s condition, she knew she hadn’t eaten enough. Zhou Qingshang had also experienced being hungry before and knew how painful that could be.
Wu Yanyun was very hungry and couldn’t resist eating a at bun as she walked.
The at bun was truly delicious, bursting with juice at each bite.
The flavor of the at bun lingered in her mouth.
Wu Yanyun ate three buns in a row before gradually regaining her strength.
Just then, a car suddenly rushed around the corner—
“Screech!”
The sharp sound of an ergency brake echoed, and Wu Yanyun’s face instantly turned pale, frightened and collapsing to the ground, the noodles scattering everywhere.
Fortunately, the car stopped just 0.1 milliters away from her.
Wu Yanyun swallowed nervously, thinking she was about to be hit a mont ago.
“Go and check.” The man in the backseat, holding Buddha beads, spoke faintly.
The sunlight shone through the car window and cast a faint glow on him, making the already ethereal and elegant man seem even more unreal.
“Alright.” The driver nodded, opened the car door, and stepped out.
“Are you alright, young lady?” The driver walked over.
Wu Yanyun couldn’t care less about herself, crying out in distress, “My noodles, my noodles…” Those noodles were enough for a al for her family, but now, they were all spilled.
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