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"You are the new little..." Song Qinghui couldn't remember his name.
Lin Xu obediently said, "Hello, boss, my name is Lin Xu, you can call me Xiaolin."
"Lin Xu Ah, not bad, he's a spirited young man." Song Qinghui smiled.
Lin Xu also smiled.
"Are you used to life?" Song Qinghui continued to ask.
"I'm used to it."
"Tell me if you need anything."
"Okay, boss."
"You and our Xiaocheng are very close, right? Her aunt-in-law said she went to your room the night before last."
Lin Xu was shocked, feeling like he was being set up.
Just wanted to say that he didn't know Bai Jiachen at all before, and now they can only barely be considered friends. I didn't expect Song Qinghui to smile and say, "If you didn't want to be friends with Xiaocheng, you probably wouldn't have come here to help. The few young people we hired before didn't stay long."
"Don't worry, boss. I'm definitely not like they. I especially like quietness and think this place is great," Lin Xu hurriedly expressed sincerely.
"Really?"
"Really, the mountains and waters here are good... and the people are even better." Lin Xu forced out a few words.
"Okay, okay, it's okay." Song Qinghui completely relaxed: "I'll be in the store from now on, you can come after ten. It's the time when young people are most sleepy, and nothing is more important than health."
Lin Xu agreed, and his heart went up and down, then up again.
He felt that Song Qinghui was quite a remarkable person, understanding amidst confusion, and yet with clarity shining through the confusion. He seemed like a "Fo Ye" at first glance, but upon getting to know him, one couldn't bring oneself to deceive him.
Lin Xu's idea of slacking off completely disappeared.
In order to prove that he is worth the three thousand yuan salary, he deliberately showed enthusiasm, mopping the floor and wiping the table. He even took the chess pieces to the bathroom, washed them with soapy water, and dried them with a soft cloth. Finally, he pulled out the game record book and started to calculate the income.
"Boss, how many students do we have in total?"
Song Qinghui looked up and gently replied, "Fewer than previous years, thirteen in total."
"Thirteen?"
Lin Xu was instantly terrified.
In Hangzhou, a Go classroom needs at least fifty students to barely operate, and thirteen are not enough to cover the utilities.
Thinking about offering one-on-one classes at a rate of fifty sessions, with a tuition of two thousand per semester, he instantly concluded, "It will be a loss..."
"Shouldn't be at a loss." Mr. Song adjusted his glasses, "Xiao Cheng is taking care of the accounts, she said the returns are still acceptable."
This is called... acceptable?
Lin Xu remembered Bai Jiachen's heroic act of digging a pit and repairing a bicycle in junior high school, and began to doubt whether these two people, who were so different, were really related by blood.
What's annoying is that just as Lin Xu thought of Bai Jiachen, he heard the woman calling her name: "Lin Xu, Lin Xu."
The voice was crisp and delicate, with a lingering tail.
Lin Xu cursed himself for being sick, hallucinating in broad daylight, but the next second he saw Bai Jiachen's fair and tender little round face.
"Come with me to a place, right now, immediately!"
Bai Jiachen urgently reached for the man's arm, but he dodged.
Lin Xu stood up and leaned against the counter, his head slightly lowered, making eye contact with her.
Now there was only a foot of distance left. Due to the height difference, Lin Xu could clearly see the moist shine of her panting red lips and her sparkling white teeth.
So his throat suddenly felt a little itchy: "What are you doing? Can't you see I'm still working here—"
The two of them arrived at the front of the little white car, Bai Jiachen carried the sketch bag and got into the back seat, throwing the car keys to Lin Xu.
Lin Xu leaned against the door and said somewhat timidly, "I haven't driven in two years."
"You can drive slowly, sir."
Lin Xu quickly knelt down to her and said, "But we have to take the highway, Miss. Aren't you afraid of risking both our lives in a car accident?"
Bai Jiachen still insisted, and Lin Xu knew there must be a reason behind it, so he asked her what was really going on. After thinking for a moment, Bai Jiachen told him with a serious expression that she seemed to be... about to become famous.
Lin Xu figured out what she meant: "Is your perennial pit going to be reopened?"
Bai Jiachen couldn't help but laugh and cry: "That's not related to that. My new comic has passed the audit, and the Starry APP plans to serialize it on Saturday, plus a full-channel promotion package. Do you know what that means?"
Lin Xu is confused, and Bai Jiachen has decided to help him out.
"If the company strongly supports it, the results should be fine. I will publish a single volume, then attend the comic exhibition, release peripheral products, and finally produce an animated film or TV series, reaching the peak of my life."
"Is it really that good?" Lin Xu expressed doubt, this sounds too much like a Mary Sue protagonist.
Bai Jiachen then took off the Pikachu keychain from his keys and handed it to him, saying, "Guess how much I bought it for?"
"Ten yuan?" Lin Xu held a plastic block in his hand and estimated eight yuan in his heart.
"Guess again."
"Twenty?" he said again.
"I think your thinking can be more open."
"Lin Xu boldly guessed fifty, but Bai Jiachen told him the correct answer: 'The Christmas limited edition is one hundred and ninety-eight yuan, that's what I meant by peripheral products. Other stationery, blind boxes, clothing, home goods... anything you can think of or can't think of, as long as the work is popular, there will be collaborations.'"
Lin Xu is very shocked. This thing sounds more worthwhile than being a world champion. I wonder if it's too late for him to switch to painting now.
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