Who Knows? The United States Is So Suitable For Magic Cultivation

That nigger is nearly 1.9 meters tall.

He was wearing a thin shirt, and his muscles were bulging under the shirt.

The moment Lin You saw the nigger, his eyes immediately lit up.

Such vigorous vitality.

Whether it's using the "Sutra of Killings" to rob him of his vitality or refining a puppet, this thing is all the best material!

But at this moment.

Wang Qing, who was behind the cashier, suddenly walked out from behind the counter angrily.

Haven't walked up to that nigger yet.

Wang Qing had already begun to yell and curse.

The yelling and cursing was mixed with authentic Chinese quintessence swear words. It turned out to be a long paragraph of English mixed with a few Chinese quintessence sentences.

Lin You still only heard those few curse words clearly... The twists your mother sells on labor day; the melon seeds born by the bitch; get lost with labor...

The tall black man's face looked aggrieved at first, then his eyes showed anger, and finally Lin You even felt a sense of murderous intent...

Lin You narrowed his eyes, that nigger, was he scolded for being anxious? Is the black-hearted boss going to be killed? Do you want to stand by and watch? No...this black-hearted boss is dead. Wasn't my work just in vain...

Lin You instinctively put his hand into his trouser pocket and was about to take out the pistol.

But he saw the tall black man, with a gloomy face, turned around and walked away.

But before leaving, he gave his boss a middle finger.

Then he cursed loudly.

"Fake squid, bitch!" (draft mom, bitch!)

After he finished cursing, he spat at the door of the hotel.

Not to be outdone, the lady boss pointed her middle finger and cursed directly.

"Grow cotton, you beast!"

After the black man walked away, Wang Qing turned his head angrily.

After seeing Lin You, he smiled again.

"See that black man! He used to be a handyman here, but for you, I fired him!"

"This is all because you are my compatriot!"

"When we are away from home, our compatriots are one family. Brother, you must do a good job!"

Lin You nodded with a strange expression.

"But boss, the black man you just fired won't give him a higher salary than me, right?"

Wang Qing blinked a few times, then showed a surprised expression.

"How is that possible! We are compatriots! I'll definitely give you a higher salary than a nigger!"

"Xiao Lin, get to work quickly! The chef from the kitchen will be here soon."

"Those boxes of dishes still need to be sorted, the floor in the hall needs to be mopped again, and the tables need to be wiped. Even though our shop is small and surrounded by several blocks, we are just a Sichuan restaurant. This is incredible... In a few days, you will work as a waiter at the front, and when you get the tips, you will definitely earn more than you do in China. By then, you will even dream of working overtime!"

Lin You knew that Wang Qing was drawing a pie for him.

But he just smiled silently.

Keep working...

But Wang Qing doesn't know that Lin You never does loss-making business. Who doesn't know in the vast world that the Demon Lord of Wan Ye Ji Dao never suffers a loss... Even if he suffers a loss, he will definitely get it back twice as much in the future.

…

Lin Ye worked from early morning until 10:30 in the evening... This damn Sichuan restaurant had just sent away the last wave of customers.

Wang Qing, the sinister boss, did not lie on this matter.

Damn it, this damn Sichuan restaurant is surprisingly popular.

During dinner time in the evening, you actually have to queue up for a table here.

What surprised Lin You even more was that this restaurant actually sold barbecue and hot pot... There were four tables in the small restaurant, which were specially used for Sichuan hot pot. If you want to eat hot pot, you have to book a table in advance. Book by phone.

As for the restaurant's chef, it was also an eye-opener for Lin You.

Apart from him who does the chores, there are only two people in the kitchen.

There is a 40-year-old chef who makes Sichuan cuisine, and a 27- or 28-year-old sous chef who also does part-time work cutting meat and cooking hot pot base... The rest of the work falls entirely on Lin You.

He has to be responsible for carrying and delivering food, doing chores, and disposing of garbage...

As for the front desk, they only hired one waitress. In addition to the cashier, the boss also worked part-time as a waiter. Wang Qing also accepted the tips given by the guests with a smile.

At the end of the day, Lin You's calves were spinning.

However, he still found useful information.

The chef in the back kitchen is called Li Deshun, a man of few words. He immigrated to the United States twenty years ago, when the immigration wave was booming. His mother-in-law wanted to come, so he came with her and worked in this Yiyuan Hotel. For twenty years, the boss, Wang Qing, was the only employee who did not deduct any deductions. I heard that Wang Qing paid Li Deshun US$8,000 to US$10,000 every month for fear that the chef would be poached.

The sous chef's name is Wang Yinglun. He speaks Cantonese and likes to talk. Most of the information Lin You got today was from this guy. He immigrated eight years ago... He always wanted to get into the University of Houston, but failed. I feel like I have an affair with my boss Wang Qing... He can get 4,000 US dollars a month.

It was also from Wang Yinglun's mouth that Lin You learned that the old Hei he saw during the day was the handyman in the previous store. Wang Qing liked the old Hei because he was strong... and offered him two thousand dollars a month. But the old black man couldn't stand working overtime every day, so he finally gave up his job and wanted to force Wang Qing to give him a salary increase. Wang Qing did not agree, and the two had conflicts for several days...

Wang Qing said that the old black man got a good deal and behaved well. In their neighborhood, few people were willing to hire black people. The old black man should be grateful to her as the boss.

Lao Hei said, fuck it, even the slave owners back then were not as outrageous as Wang Qing. America is a place that respects human rights.

The two sides were in a stalemate, but at this moment, Lin You appeared...

Wang Qingle is blooming, and Lin You is tall and honest, and the most important thing is...it's cheap! It was too cheap. Because he was a gangster, Wang Qing only had to pay Lin You less than a thousand dollars a month to get a strong labor force.

So that old black guy was fired as a matter of course.

As for the waiters at the front desk, according to Wang Yinglun, they are always changed.

Wang Qing likes to hire young part-time international students because they are cheap and obedient. Young and beautiful international students can also attract customers.

Fang Yi heard that she also worked part-time here briefly.

But Wang Qing did not treat these compatriots overseas students harshly! The tips they earn belong to them.

…

At eleven o'clock in the night, chef Li Deshun drove home. Wang Yinglun also finished changing his clothes and patted the shoulder of Lin You who was slumped in a chair.

"Young man, you did a good job...work hard, you have a bright future!"

Then Lin You watched him walk away. Lin You remembered that Wang Yinglun said that the house he rented was not far from the restaurant.

As for the waiters, they already get off work at nine o'clock. After nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Qing was responsible for passing the dishes and serving them.

After Wang Yinglun left, only Lin You and Wang Qing were left in the empty restaurant.

Wang Qing sat behind the cashier, tapping tonight's bill with a smile that almost reached behind his ears.

And Lin You can't leave yet, he still has to be responsible for cleaning up the messy front desk!

Lin You narrowed his eyes.

He saw the cash in the checkout counter. The penetration rate of mobile payment in the United States is average, and many people use credit cards or cash to pay.

At Wang Qing's cash register, there was at least more than a thousand US dollars in cash.

There is no one on the street outside the restaurant now...only the street lights are on!

Lin You stared at the cashier, the beautiful knife in the drawer, and the gun in his trouser pocket. It was dark and windy outside the store, perfect for robbery, killing people and selling goods!