Pixiu Restaurant, No Way Out

When he was swept away by gluttonous gluttons, Pixiu had a very depressed life, and later met Ren Jiao and Qiu Fu. The three cobblers lived longer than a hundred Zhuge Liang, and they soon hit it off. Clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch.

The history of the three brothers' fortunes is twists and turns. In order to make money, they went up the mountain of swords to hide in the sea of ​​fire to hide from the city management. During the process, they had to get rich by making a special program for them, saying that it would take three days and three nights to explain it.

After Pixiu realized that guerrilla warfare was not going to work, he decided to make more money by having a fixed turf.

But at that time, they didn't have enough money to buy a real estate. They had no choice but to do everything possible to make money. Only then did Pixiu learn how to sell sugar-fried chestnuts and make a pot one meter tall.

Ren Jiao wiped his hands and looked at him suspiciously: Your hands are all a hundred or two hundred years old, what's the matter? Has it reached the point where you can sell your hands to the museum for money?

Qiu Fu: Lao Pi, if you're really worried about getting married, I don't mind being an internet celebrity for your debut.

It's all messed up. Pixiu closed the kitchen door and said to the two of them, Isn't there a party on Friday? I have to perform at that time. The news I have here is that Jairui is also going, he wants to Show swallowing swords.

The surnamed Pi opened his mouth and gestured, and Ren Jiao snorted: You can swallow one too, it's not that you can't.

Maybe if you fail and poke a hole in the back of your butt, you can still be healthy.

You know shit. Pixiu said with a black face: Can this be the same? Besides, he did acrobatic acrobatics in front of me, just like ducks pulling carts, over his own abilities.

Qiu Fu took off his apron: I'll go look for it for you. I remember it was kept in a corner at the time.

Don't look for it, I guess it won't work if you find it. Just buy a new one. Ren Jiao snorted, But how did you know that Jairui would come? Can't you make a move?

Pixiu sneered: Is that because he wants to squat? It's because Tiandao doesn't feel good about him, because he is afraid that he will run around and cause trouble in the world, so he deliberately restricts it.

There was a continuous thunderstorm outside the window. Pixiu was upset, and he opened the window and shouted, Is this a praising you for doing good things? I can't understand what you are saying?

The thunder stopped, the dark clouds quickly retreated, and a rainbow appeared without rain.

Pi Xiu closed the window, hugged his arms and said, I looked at the voting list, and the three-eyed baby is only their dog. Nezha has no interest in this stuff. Other votes can't catch up. Only Jairui is still a threat to me.

He remembered the way Fat Yi had vowed to say that Jairui was here to receive the award, and he couldn't help sneering: I saw Fat Yi just now, and he looked like he should have won this award. There must be some tricks hidden behind him.

Hou Si, who had been listening for a while, suddenly raised his hand and said weakly, I guess he wants to come to the bottom of the sea with one hand, and finally turn around and crush Pi Ge.

Pixiu looked at him: Under the sea? The bottom of the underwater world?

It's not, it's just controlling the votes in the early stage, but I cast all the votes at the last minute, and I was caught off guard. Hou Si, who failed in the draft, sighed while chopping vegetables: Boss, you must be careful that the other party sells badly, Don't let them take passers-by sympathy tickets away.

Ren Jiao touched his chin: That's not the meaning of leaving behind.

Then what should we do? We also collect votes? Qiu Fu asked.

Pixiu shook his head. His tickets depended on the people who came to eat every day and the ticket exchange from Yang Jian, plus the dead Ah Wei who coveted his ** on the forum.

There is no fixed organization for the support club, and there is no way to control the balloting. Not to mention that he doesn't want to get any support clubs, in terms of time, it is too late to form a support club to organize ticket control...

His eyes suddenly stopped, turned slowly, and fixed on Su An, who was pressing the calculator diligently at the counter and making the sound of returning to zero.

Su An suddenly shuddered.

Whose eyes are locked on me?

He slowly turned his head and saw Pixiu smiling at him.

Pixiu walked to his cashier and asked in a low voice, Have you made a lot of money selling my photos during this time?

Su An's face was pale.

Does the old man know everything? !

How many copies were sold? Pixiu asked, Is there a report? I'll take a look.

Su An nodded and swallowed: Yes.

He opened the Excel spreadsheet on the computer and took the initiative to step aside for the boss to read.

Pixiu pulled it directly to the bottom of the form, and found that the abacus had a lot of good marketing, and actually sold it for a small three thousand, and there were still purchase news popping up in the notification bar on one side. Pi Xiu let go of the mouse and turned to look at him: How much did you earn from selling 3,000 copies?

Su An reported the number, and Pixiu nodded in satisfaction.

Friday's party is the last to vote for a sprint. You pull these people who have bought photos into a group, let them hold their votes, and wait until the last few minutes before voting for me. Pixiu glanced at the thought and was talking to Hou Er. Wenxi, who was in the midst of the event, lowered her voice and said, If necessary, you can send one or two photos, but you must ensure that they vote at the end.

The opportunity to make meritorious crimes was presented to him, and the abacus seized it, assured the boss that he would complete the task, and lowered his voice to apply to the boss for more raw pictures.

Although there was too much profit from selling photos, Pixiu refused, and Dingding said, I'm a family man now, and I can't go to sea anymore.

As for the money you sold the photos. He took the abacus's calculator and pressed the button, and used the calculator to tell the destination of the stolen money——

Return to zero.

All turned in, no concealment.

The abacus was clever for a while, and finally made a wedding dress for Pixiu. The old monster had already seen his secret filming behavior, but he didn't say it, just to fatten his fat sheep before slaughtering.

Pixiu, you are so cruel!

Su An was full of anger and was about to argue when he heard Boss Pi slowly say: The voting is done, the salary will be doubled this month, the bonus will be plus three days of vacation, and the monkey five will come to replace the shift for you.

The abacus master who had been tortured by 997 for many years immediately stood at attention and took a rest, bowing to the boss: Boss, don't worry, I will do it well.

After arranging this, Pixiu returned to the kitchen contentedly and continued to discuss with his brother--

What kind of performance can not only show his acrobatic strength that he has not forgotten his original intentions for many years, but also can do it without falling into the stereotype of magic.

The three of them scratched their heads in the kitchen until Wenxi knocked on the door.

The guests are urging the dishes, you...what are you doing? Wen Xi frowned, looking at the third brother who smoked, she couldn't help covering her nose: Hurry up and cook.

Pixiu stood up: It's alright, you'll be busy first, and I'll talk about it later in the evening.

Wen Xi was led out by him, there were more and more guests in the hall, Jia Suzhen and the monkeys shuttled through it, Pi Xiu simply said hello and led people upstairs.

As soon as the bead curtain was put down, Pi Xiu directly picked Wen Xi up, and placed the person on the back of the sofa just like holding a child.

What? Wen Xi pushed him.

Pi Xiu leaned in for a kiss, but was pushed by Wen Xi in disgust: A smell of smoke, it's unpleasant to die.

It's called masculinity. Pi Xiu was a little dissatisfied, and pulled him over to kiss again, Wen Xi smiled and hide, and finally was held down and kissed.

The gold bracelet was taken out of Pi Xiu's pocket and carefully buckled on Wen Xi's ankle.

Master Wen shook and said with a pouted mouth, I've seen children wear this thing before.

Aren't you just like a child in front of me? Pi Xiu reached out and touched it: Is it tight? Don't wear it if it's uncomfortable.

Wen Xi looked at it: It's okay, it doesn't matter what you bring.

Next time, hang a golden bell on it, and I'll know where you are when you move. Pixiu's voice became lower and lower, and Wen Xi couldn't help but give him a blank look: Hanging a bell on your feet, it must be That's what dancers do.

It's not impossible for you to dance to me. Pixiu laughed suddenly, and his brows slowly wrinkled.

Wen Xi saw that his face suddenly changed, and asked suspiciously, What's wrong?

Pixiu suddenly said: I know what I'm going to perform at the Friday party. He leaned over and kissed Wenxi's face hard, and praised the little thing fiercely: Wangfu!

Wen Xi wiped his face indifferently, and asked, What are you crazy about?

Pi Xiu told about Jai Ji's performance, and Wen Xi frowned.

Long's son came out to perform empty words swallowing swords in order to canvass tickets. This most inferior trick, the young master, has long been disgusting. Could it be that these monsters have lived for thousands of years and hundreds of years, and haven't even seen the tricks in the world?

Wenxi: Then what are you going to perform?

Pi Xiu smiled evilly: You'll know when the time comes.

From this day on, Pi Xiu started a life of getting up early and returning late. Originally, Wenxi thought that the old monster surnamed Pi would not be able to control himself, and like the monster in the storybook, he haunted him and couldn't get out of bed.

As a result, in addition to kissing two more on the usual basis, there is really no more text.

The old monster can't extricate himself from focusing on his acting career wholeheartedly, leaving the little thing alone in the empty bed.

Until the day of the Friday party, Wen Xi finally opened his eyes and saw Pixiu still in the room, brushing a few strands of hair in front of the mirror, and rubbing the wax up.

Wen Xi called Pi Xiu and was stunned when he saw him turn his head.

The old monster is usually a big T-shirt and beach pants, and sometimes he doesn't wear a shirt at all times, and he comes and goes naked without worry. Now suddenly with a white shirt and black pants on his back, his handsome face was still smiling, and the oncoming visual impact made Wen Xi froze on the bed.

What's wrong? Pixiu walked over.

Wenxi saw that he didn't speak, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Pi Xiu kissed his forehead, and Wen Xi took the opportunity to discover that the old monster was sprayed with perfume.

Get up, we have to go.

Wen Xi was led downstairs after washing up, but he didn't recover. When he arrived at the party scene, he reacted and watched Pi Xiu praise him for being handsome in his heart.

There was a row of flower baskets from Pixiu Restaurant at the entrance of the studio of the party. The shop assistants and the five ghosts who called to help were all dressed in security clothes and patrolled around.

Pi Xiu took Wen Xi to greet the Queen Mother of the West: How is it, my arrangement is okay.

The Queen Mother of the West smiled: I'm not afraid that Jairui will make trouble.

The whole venue was filled with the breath of Pixiu, and it was almost impossible to pull a banner and hang it at the door——

Pixiu big stage, come if you have the guts.