Chapter 8: I know a lot of people

A busy day.

When the weekend comes, the bakery will become exceptionally busy; the benefits brought by the two-day weekend make the sales on this day of the weekend soar.

For the next two days, most people are unwilling to run out to buy food, especially under the condition that the weather has gradually become scorching hot.

So they will buy two or three days' worth of bread, and then enjoy a quiet weekend at home, or go for an outing in the wild.

Federal people don't have much entertainment now; for ordinary people, watching TV and hiking might be one of the few entertainment items that don't cost much.

Like going to bars, opera houses, nightclubs, etc., that is not something their class can afford.

Amusement parks are also, crowded, and the cost is not cheap.

The group that really creates wealth for this society is precisely this group of people who cannot afford to consume; it has to be said that reality is sometimes more fantastic than books.

Past eight o'clock in the evening, business in the bakery finally comes to an end; what is surprising is that there is actually pizza for dinner.

Pizza has a history of fifty or sixty years since it flowed into the Federation; from initially being a "hometown delicacy" for a small group of people, to becoming a food with very high popularity today, it has actually experienced many localization processes.

Even because of the sales of Federal pizza, many people think that Federal pizza is the most authentic, leading some regions that might have appeared earlier than the Federation, in terms of production style and taste, to also move toward the Federation.

And this is one of the important reasons why adults crazily blow the Federal economy—everyone is looking at the strongest economy.

The cheese in the pizza "pool" is about to overflow, and sausage slices and beef granules are spread full, and there is a layer of ham slices on top.

The fat owner treats ham as his own heart and liver, and every night when closing the door, he will personally go to the warehouse to check whether that row of ham is safe.

Although Fudisi thinks the bakery's Su-style ham is not very authentic, it is also bought for four hundred and ninety-nine dollars, a total of fifty-five pounds.

Calculated according to each box of less than two ounces, only about fifty grams, selling for two dollars and fifty cents, the value of a ham in the bakery is about one thousand two hundred and fifty dollars.

Buying—selling ham is actually more profitable than selling bread, but people who buy ham are ultimately just a minority.

Ordinary people cannot take out, and are reluctant to take out, several hundred dollars to buy a good ham; even buying a few slices for two dollars and fifty cents, they have to consider it.

There is cheaper ham here, one dollar a portion; although the taste is not so authentic, it wins in being cheap, and it is the product with the greatest profit in the bakery, without one.

The ham emits a fragrance that is hard to describe after being roasted by charcoal fire; it is a complex compound fragrance, plus the fragrance of those cheeses, sausages, and beef, and the fragrance of bread, Lan Si has to admit that at least in making pizza, Jonny is a good hand.

"Sit, Lan Si."

Lan Si, who is wiping the floor, whistles, then takes off his apron and sits at the dining table.

The fat owner's daughter looks at her father with some surprise, then at Lan Si, and then becomes very shy.

The fat owner doesn't notice this; his attention is all on Lan Si.

"Eat a little?"

"Won't you charge me extra money?", Lan Si doesn't move.

The fat owner looks a bit ashamed, "In your eyes, am I this kind of image?"

"I know that although I am very strict with you usually, you cannot deny that you have food and drink here, and a job."

Lan Si inserts a sentence, "And owe you four dollars."

The fat owner straightens his face, "I was just joking with you; don't you have any sense of humor?"

At this time, the apprentice, who has just finished being busy and is full of sweat, walks out from the back hall.

The weather is getting hotter, and work is getting harder; the oven in the back hall is like a small sun, emitting fatal temperature.

Every summer, there are often reports of accidents happening by the oven in the bakery; fainting from heat seems to be becoming a standard for identifying whether a summer is hot enough.

He has changed into a set of clothes, wiped his hands, and intends to sit down, when the fat owner looks up at him, "What are you doing here?"

The apprentice is a bit dazed; he looks at the pizza emitting fragrance on the table; there is actually some of his credit in here.

He stammers, not knowing what to say, "I... you said we eat this tonight."

The fat owner points his finger at Lan Si, his daughter, and himself, "We."

And then points at him, "You."

"'We' and 'you', are they the same thing?"

"I really doubt if your elementary school teacher had water in his brain to teach you like this; your dinner is in the cabinet behind, you know, the bread from the day before yesterday."

The bread from the day before yesterday is like a stone; some are left every day, and what is left is their dinner.

The apprentice's expression is unbelievable; he cannot believe that Lan Si can sit at the table, and he, this local, who not only doesn't get a penny for working thirty days a month, but also has to give the boss ten dollars as an apprentice, actually doesn't even have the right to eat a pizza!

He stares at the fat owner; the anger of young people is just so big, but the fat owner doesn't care at all, "If you don't want to do it, you can roll, and don't let your damn mother kneel in front of me to beg me!"

As if it were a dead spot hit, the apprentice, who was tense and clenching his fists, suddenly let out that breath.

Just like a poor worm whose spine was pulled out, he could only crawl on the ground.

He lowers his head, turns around, and walks toward the back hall; that is where he should go, not here.

Lan Si picks up a piece; the full cheese and meat is the most sumptuous meal he has seen since coming here!

Taking a bite, his teeth first crush the ham slices that were roasted to be slightly crispy and all the grease was dissipated, and then cut open the sausage that was crispy on the surface but still very soft inside.

Followed by the cheese that is slightly sticky to the teeth, accompanied by the rich milky fragrance that exploded like a volcanic eruption, in the process of chewing, the beef granules were crushed, and the unique taste stimulated every taste bud!

When it was swallowed, the unique wheat fragrance of the bread began to be expressed, and there were also the tastes of basil and other spices; this pizza is simply a work of art!

He wolfed down even the pizza crust and ate it clean, and then picked up the second piece.

The fat owner's eyes twitched; he treated Lan Si just to find out who the person who sent Lan Si back today was.

If it were someone he couldn't afford to offend, as a small citizen at the bottom of society, a capitalist who is trying to sprout, he would very wisely choose to retreat.

Countless operas have tried to challenge authority, and in the end, they all became the reflection of a certain period of history.

And those who can succeed in revenge, people are originally nobles, or privileged classes.

Actually, from the beginning, people recognized this point very deeply; the bottom level only deserves tragedy.

And comedy and cool dramas belong to the upper class—

The king who suddenly wakes up, the princess who gets happiness, the down-and-out noble who completes his dream, and the poor boy who eventually dies miserably under the conventional rules of secular law!

Look, people actually knew these from the beginning, but they always encouraged poor boys to daydream.

Although in others' eyes the fat owner is a rich man, in this society, he is still at the bottom.

Lan Si takes another piece, eating it in big mouthfuls; when he tries to take the third piece, the fat owner stops him, "If you like eating so much, you can eat slowly, and the rest will be yours."

"But can you satisfy a little curiosity of mine?"

Lan Si licks his lips; the fragrance of meat grease and the rich milky fragrance of cheese are really endless aftertastes.

He pushes away the fat owner's hand and picks up the third piece, "There is a custom in the Empire, that is, it is best not to speak when eating; this is a symbol of upbringing."

"If there is anything, wait until we finish dinner."

The fat owner sees that he cannot stop it, hurriedly picks up two pieces, gives his daughter one, and stuffs the other one into his own mouth.

For a time, the three people began to compete who ate faster.

In less than five minutes, a large pizza only had the tray left, and some residues.

Lan Si uses his fingers to poke those residues hard; the residues will stick to his fingers, and then he wraps them into his mouth.

When he couldn't see anything left on the dining plate, he finally patted his stomach and let out a satisfied breath; it would be even better if there were a cigarette.

"What did you say just now?"

The fat owner repeats that question, "The person who sent you back in the afternoon, do you have a good relationship with him?"

Lan Si doesn't lie, "It's okay, I know his boss."

"He still has a boss?", the fat owner exclaimed!

In his view, Fudisi, who was dressed elegantly and drove a luxury car, was already a figure in the upper class, and he didn't expect that there was a boss behind him, and he also knew Lan Si.

He now regrets a bit that he didn't figure out Lan Si's background completely, and did so many terrible things to him.

If the other party retaliates...

He simply cannot imagine!

Of course, there is still some curiosity at this time, which makes him begin to have some interest in the boss of this Mr. Fudisi; this might be the stupidest thing he has ever done—exploiting Lan Si.

But it might also be his opportunity to rise—getting to know big people!

He leans forward, leaning his body forward, his attitude even a bit flattering, "You and his boss..."

Lan Si picks up the coffee and sips a small sip; it is actually not the kind of inferior roasted branches, the rich coffee bean grease moisturizes every bite very fully, making people feel its charm.

After drinking a big sip, he puts down the cup and burps, "You know, my friend encountered some trouble in the afternoon, and I need to gather two hundred dollars in a short time."

"I don't know any big people here, so I found a financial company on the next street."

"Financial company?", the fat owner already has a bad premonition, but he still wants to confirm it.

Lan Si nods very seriously, "Yes, financial company, I borrowed a sum of money, three hundred dollars, he sent me back to see if I had a job, to avoid not finding me when the time comes..."

The fat owner's eyes quickly turned red, staring at Lan Si with gritted teeth, and squeezed his name out from between his teeth—

"Lan Si, roll over and wipe the floor again!"

"Also, this pizza is five dollars; you owe me nine dollars now!"

"If you don't do it well before nine o'clock, just roll out and sleep!" ===== CHAPTER 9 =====