My Mr. Song is extremely protective ( Machine Translation )

Zhao Jiaming was sitting in the restaurant and looking at the hall. Since the restaurant opened in the morning, not a single customer had come in.

The sound of firecrackers outside indicated that another restaurant had opened.

He did not go out to take a look. Recently, the restaurant's business had plummeted. Zhao Jiaming drank to drown his sorrows every day.

Li Hongjiao had not gone over to take a look for half a month.

"Young Master, I took a look just now. The business of the restaurant next door is really good. " Qiao Yu said in a low voice, "there are basically no empty seats. Young Master, what should we do next? "

"What should we do? Tell me, what can we do? " Zhao Jiaming threw the wine bottle on the ground and stood up from the chair. His clothes had not been changed for several days, and his face was full of wrinkles and stubble.

Qiao Yu looked up and immediately lowered his head and said in a low voice, "If we don't solve it, the business of the restaurant will not be able to be done. "

Qiao Yu's mouth was full of worry, but his heart was really happy.

"Ah! " Zhao Jiaming shouted and sat on the ground dejectedly. In the end, because he did not pay attention, he directly sat on the broken glass of the wine bottle. His buttocks were instantly pricked and bled.

"Young Master, what happened to you? " Qiao Yu walked forward with concern and stretched out his hand to pull him up. After seeing that there were broken pieces on the ground, he loosened his hand and let the person sit directly on the ground. Then, he pulled the person up again.

Zhao Jiaming's buttocks was pricked again. It was more serious than before. The pain was so severe that he couldn't speak anymore.

"Young Master, don't be afraid. We're going to the hospital now.

"I'm sorry that my hand slipped and caused you to fall again. "

Zhao Jiaming wanted to hit him, but he thought that if he beat Qiao Yu away, who would send him to the hospital?

Qiao Yu looked down and saw that Zhao Jiaming's gray pants were already stained with blood.

The corners of his mouth curled up and he sneered. He turned around and the expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a worried expression.

In fact, the restaurant's business would end up like this because of his own half of the credit.

It was just that he hid it well, and Zhao Jiaming did not notice it until now.

When the rumor spread, the two restaurants were immediately affected, and their sales fell by half.

Qiao Yu secretly found out the faults of the chefs and used the business downturn to fire the two best chefs.

Zhao Jiaming didn't know anything about this. It was just that the business was cold and the chefs didn't want to work.

When Qiao Yu helped Zhao Jiaming to the outside, he deliberately said something.

"young master, there are cars outside. How many people are here to eat? "

Zhao Jiaming didn't pay attention at first, but after being reminded, he also took a look. This was an incredible sight.

On both sides of the street, there were cars parked. When his restaurant was doing well, there hadn't been so many cars parked!

At this moment, Zhao Jiaming was really jealous. He looked at the restaurant next door with resentment. When he saw his signboard, he frowned and said, "Lin Restaurant? I remember that not long ago, did you open a teahouse? "

"THAT'S RIGHT! I mentioned it to you before. When I saw their signboard, I told you their name.

Maybe you drank too much back then and didn't listen!"Qiao Yu immediately explained. Anyway, Zhao Jiaming had been living in a drunken dream recently. As long as he said that, he would definitely not doubt it.

"Then can't you remind me a few more times? Forget it, it's already open for business. It's too late to say anything now.

"Hurry up and send me to the hospital. My Butt hurts too much. " Zhao Jiaming gritted his teeth. Although he was jealous, he had vaguely heard that the Lin tea house had a very powerful background that ordinary people could not afford to offend.