Longing for a Life: a Four-year-old Zombie

Teacher Huang glared at Peng Peng angrily and said.

Peng Peng glanced at Teacher Huang timidly, lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

"Hahahaha, Pumbaa was shot again!"

"Peng Peng, you can have some snacks! You're fighting against Teacher Huang, isn't that killing you?"

"Uh uh uh uh, Pumbaa is too cute too"

"Mr. Huang, can you be gentle with us Peng Peng? Although the son is poor and the daughter is rich, the gap between him and Zifeng is too big."

...... "How can I live with this amount of money! Lao Huang, you can do it yourself!"

The teacher said in a wailing voice.

"You can get it, what's the matter with Lao Huang? If you ask him for money, you might as well kill him!"

Teacher Huang said with a look of contempt.

"No, Mr. Huang, you can't look down on Lao Huang like that! Thinking of when Lao Huang wasn't married, it was quite generous!"

"When we had dinner, Lao Huang was always scrambling to pay for it! If anyone doesn't let him pay, I'll tell you directly!"

"Old Huang, don't we have to stiffen our waists? You have to refute! I'm optimistic about you!"

Teacher He stared at Lao Huang and said seriously.

Teacher He's words made Lao Huang's eyes widen.

"The rule of our show is, self-sufficiency.

Giving you money for no reason is definitely not acceptable."

"Well, tomorrow a couple of new people in the village get married, you can go and help.

We will arrange for someone to take you when the time comes."

"We have the following types of jobs: helping cooks, passing dishes, singers, performing arts, and master of ceremonies."

"The cook's salary is [-] yuan per hour.

Chuan Caisheng's salary, 15 yuan per hour."

"Singers, theatrical performances and master of ceremonies are not paid hourly. You can play to your heart's content, as long as the guests and hosts enjoy themselves."

"Singer and literary performer salary, 10 yuan.

Master of ceremonies salary, 15 yuan."

"Of course, this is only an estimated salary, and your work needs to be rated by professional staff."

"For example, if you pass [-]% of Caisheng, you can get [-] yuan per hour.

Eighty points, only twelve yuan an hour, and so on."

The old man said solemnly.

"Twenty an hour for the cook"

"Old Huang, tell me again!"

Teacher Huang's eyes widened, staring at Lao Huang in disbelief.

"Mr. Huang, my price is calculated by checking the average salary of similar jobs, and I definitely did not treat you badly."

The old man said bitterly.

"One hundred and fifty yuan for the master of ceremonies. You haven't treated us badly. Ask Lao He how much he costs for hosting a show."

"I said Lao Huang, you are quite swollen"

"Is this purely not using beanbags as dry food?" he asked angrily.

"Hahaha! Teacher He is a hundred haha!"

Chi Chi couldn't help but grow up.

"Don't talk about me, the work on this, I look at it, the most suitable for you is to pass on the vegetables."

"Thank you for leaving early tomorrow morning. If you don't leave, this position is yours.

Fifteen dollars an hour."

Teacher He teased with a teasing expression on his face.

"Hahaha, Brother Chichi, the hourly salary is fifteen yuan, hahaha!"

Peng Peng finally found the opportunity and laughed unbridled.

"Peng Peng, you have such a big heart.

Tell me, what can you do in these jobs?”

Teacher He stared at Peng Peng and asked.

Only then did Peng Peng remember the business, and his face sank.

"Mr. He, don't let my brother be the food passer, otherwise, the dishes will definitely not reach the table of the guests, and he will steal them all."

Zifeng said with a serious face.

"Hahahaha! It's really my sister!"

"However, Zifeng, you...remind me that Peng Peng will be the cook for tomorrow's work.

Absolutely professional.”

Teacher He couldn't help but smile.

"No, why do you have such a big heart? You are discussing work at this moment."

"Old Huang, you have to explain it to me today! Do you look down on us, do you think we are easy to bully?"

Mr. Huang glared at Mr. He and the others, then turned to stare at Lao Huang and asked angrily.

While talking, he habitually took off his slippers and took them in his hands.

"No, Mr. Huang, my salary is indeed based on the market price."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask someone when you work tomorrow.

Otherwise, you can check it on the Internet now, the average salary of a restaurant's chuansheng is only [-] yuan a month, and the working hours are at least [-] hours a day. "

"I said that Chuancaisheng was paid [-] per hour, but this is still based on a relatively high salary."

The old man said with an aggrieved expression.

Chapter 587 Lao Huang is finally generous!

"Mr. Huang, what Lao Huang said is true. It is indeed the price in the market."

"But Lao Huang, it's not easy for us. These children are all growing. They usually have to add a meal or something. You have to be more considerate, right?"

"Also, I host the show, and the standard should not be low, right? If you add a little bit, we must work harder than the average staff."

Teacher He squeezed his eyes and said.

"this......"

Old Huang was a little embarrassed, but he still glanced at Teacher Huang timidly for the first time.

"Don't look at me, just speak with your conscience!"

Teacher Huang pretended to be indifferent, pointed at Lao Huang with his slippers and said.

"Hahaha, these slippers are a bit of a steal."

"Goose goose goose goose, these slippers are too magical!"

"Mr. Huang: I don't care, you first ask me if this pair of slippers will answer!"

"Old Huang's heart is bitter, but Lao Huang doesn't say it!"

"Suddenly I feel that Lao Huang is so pitiful, he's just a small sufferer!"

"I decided to be a fan of Lao Huang, Lao Huang will not cry, Lao Huang, come on!"

"Sell squirrels for five yuan and three for ten yuan!"

"My mother, the squirrel brother finally came out again.

Don't say it, it's like every three autumns!"

"That..., I think what Teacher He said makes sense."

"In this way, after our program group discussion, we will increase the salary of each job by [-]%!"

Old Huang said with a painful expression on his face.

"How much is a [-]% increase..."

Peng Peng asked with a confused face.

"Increase by [-]%%, that is, your hourly five yuan will increase to eighteen yuan."

Teacher He gave Peng Peng a helpless look and said.

"It's not easy, Director Huang is rarely so big."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Huang, it's not easy for us, Director Huang, to pay more than [-] yuan at a time."

Teacher He asked with a wicked smile.

"That's right, Lao Huang can talk to the elder sister who sells vegetables for half an hour for a dollar. It's really not easy for more than a hundred dollars."

Teacher Huang said with a knowing smile.

"I don't care about the dollar, I'm just fighting for it, okay?"

"She just gave me less weight. I can't let this dishonest culture spread."

Old Huang weakly retorted.

"Yo yo, old Huang, you can actually argue.