Chapter 645: Qi Ye Is Still That Qi Ye

The day dawned, the sleeping world woke up, Wang Fujing gradually gained popularity, and as time passed, it began to become noisy.

At 8:00 AM, in front of McDonald's, a flag-raising ceremony was held. Gao Zong, the general manager, stood at the very front, followed by managers and deputy managers, and then more than 500 employees, standing neatly, looking quite large-scale.

(I write these, and some people might scold me again, saying I'm talking nonsense. A Western fast-food restaurant has hundreds of employees? In 1990, the first McDonald's in Shenzhen had 460 seats and more than 400 initial employees. On the opening day, the single-store daily turnover reached 460,000, setting a McDonald's global record.)

(The Wang Fujing McDonald's had 700 seats and 29 cash registers, receiving more than 40,000 customers on the first day. More than 500 employees is really not much. I say this because the 700-square-meter Jiangzhou Dicos had 58 employees and was still sprayed.)

(So let me explain, let young people understand that in that era, having just opened the country's doors to look at the world, people's consumption concepts were different from now.)

The national anthem played, the red flag rose slowly, and everyone looked solemn. Gao Zong, who was originally wearing a hat, also took it off, looking quite like the real thing.

Because it was breakfast time, there were many customers coming in and out. After the flag-raising ceremony ended, except for the cleaners cleaning the street in front of the door, everyone else quickly returned to their posts and continued to be busy.

A young man wearing a small vest on his upper body, lantern pants on his lower body, stepping on round-mouthed thousand-layer cloth shoes, with a small braid and a melon-skin hat, walked up the steps in front of the door, shaking and carrying his hands behind his back, playing with two walnuts in his hands with a clattering sound.

"Brother, Qi Ye is still the most particular. Early in the morning, he brought us brothers to McDonald's to eat." The one speaking was a guy with a face full of acne pits, his head shaved smooth, and a large, scabbed scar on the back of his head.

The last one was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, as thin as a monkey, but with shoulder-length hair, small eyes, but his eyeballs were rolling around—at a glance, he wasn't a good thing.

This Qi Ye, the acne-pitted one, and this monkey were the group of people who had a conflict when Zhou Andong invited Andy Lau to eat roast duck a while ago.

At that time, Zhang Xuan called a group of soldiers, took them away, put hoods on them, cleaned them up fiercely in a small woods, and then threw them into a small black room.

There wasn't even a window, only a large iron door with a hole at the bottom that even a larger dog couldn't crawl through. The food they ate was sent in through that hole. And the person sending the food—what they looked like, they couldn't see.

Just like that, they were locked inside for seven or eight days. Fortunately, they were locked together; if it had been one person alone, staying in such an environment for so many days, they would have gone crazy.

Then, in the early morning of that day, it was pitch black outside. They were woken up from their sleep, hooded again, and were so scared they almost peed their pants, thinking they were being taken out to be shot.

When they were thrown out of the car, listening to the sound of the car engine fading away, they dared to take off the hoods and found themselves in a small woods. The sun had already risen in the east, with orange light all over the sky. They walked out of the woods and asked around before they knew they were in Tong County.

When they returned home, they suddenly had a feeling of being reborn. Recalling those soldiers, only then did they feel something unusual—they were different from the big-headed soldiers they usually contacted.

They stayed at home honestly for two days, but those subordinates couldn't stay still. This one invited Qi Ye to drink, that one invited Qi Ye to massage—there was no peace every day, but everyone was holding back a breath in their hearts.

Being taken away by big-headed soldiers and cleaned up, locked up for seven or eight days—this face was lost. Especially Qi Ye, who used to speak—not to mention half of Beijing, at least in his one-third of an acre of land, no one dared not listen, no one dared not give face.

But now, whoever saw him, regardless of cats or dogs, called him Qi Ye, but he could feel it—there was no longer the kind of respect as before. Even if he thought with his butt, he knew that behind his back, they didn't know how to mock him.

So, he had been pondering, doing a big thing, must establish his prestige again. Tell those little dog cubs below that Qi Ye is always Qi Ye; don't think that because Qi Ye was scraped once, they can ride on his head and shit and pee.

Just when he was thinking about who to find trouble with to have a fight, an old friend found him and asked him to come forward to handle some things. This wasn't it—he came early in the morning. Because he knew that this old friend was very generous; regardless of big or small things, the tickets were never few.

"Welcome!" The greeter lady was very beautiful, and her voice was very pleasant.

Qi Ye said: "My name is Qi Hong; I want to find your general manager, Gao Zong."

The greeter lady was stunned, then shouted: "Store Manager!"

A woman in her late twenties walked over quickly: "What's the matter?"

The greeter lady pointed at Qi Hong: "This Mr. Qi said he's looking for the general manager."

The store manager looked at Qi Hong: "Do you have something to do with our general manager?"

Qi Hong smiled: "It's not that I have something to do with your general manager, but that your general manager has something to do with me; he made an appointment with me."

"Sorry, sir." The store manager reached out and made a gesture of invitation: "Please follow me."

Qi Hong followed behind the store manager, looking at that twisting, seemingly very sexy butt, not hiding the desire in his eyes, his eyes full of lust.

The acne-pitted one looked at the tall and beautiful greeter lady, smiled lewdly, and reached out to touch the lady's face.

The lady reacted very quickly, tilted her head, and dodged it. The acne-pitted one's face darkened, and just as he was about to speak, the little monkey behind him kicked him in the lower back.

The acne-pitted one staggered and almost fell face-first. This guy was suddenly furious.

"Damn Tan Houzi, dare to kick me!"

Tan Houzi sneered: "Are you really brainless, or are you pretending to be brainless? Don't you know that Qi Ye has a very strong relationship with the general manager here? If you don't want to be uncomfortable, don't implicate me, damn it."

The acne-pitted one's face kept changing. Not knowing what he thought of, he couldn't help but shiver, and his anger was forcibly suppressed.

In the general manager's office, the store manager knocked on the door, and Gao Zong's voice came from inside: "Come in!"

The store manager pushed the door open and walked in. Just as she was about to speak, Qi Hong walked in with a smile: "Old Gao, since you became the general manager of this Western restaurant, it's been more than a year; this is the first time we've met, right?"

Qi Hong walked in swaying, then sat on the sofa without ceremony, crossing his legs.

Gao Zong gave the store manager a wink, and the store manager exited the office, bringing the door shut gently behind her.

Gao Zong poured tea for Qi Hong himself and sat opposite: "This Western restaurant general manager, it sounds good, but it's really damn busy. You saw it when you came in, right? It's like this every day, customers are constant, and I don't have any private space at all." ===== CHAPTER 646 =====