AWB Chapter 217 Reserve Personnel
Chapter 217 Reserve Personnel
"If someone really goes to cause trouble, even if we can't beat them, can we still outrun them? The daily running exercises in the past few years are not in vain. Our motto is: if we can't beat them, we run until they vomit."
"Yes, yes, yes. If something happens, you must think about whether you can beat the bad guys. If you can't beat them, run away immediately."
"That's right, nothing is more important than life. If you lose your life, then you really have nothing."
"When you're out and about, peace brings wealth, and it's best not to fight if you can."
There were more than a dozen young men, more than a dozen families, grandparents, parents, and so on. Everyone was talking to each other, and they discussed the issue of running away if they couldn't win for half a quarter of an hour.
There is really no way to solve the problem that villagers tend to go off topic, especially the elders. People of the same generation can interrupt them, but the elders can only let them discuss for a while, otherwise you will be regarded as an ignorant junior.
"Dear elders, Qiangzi and the others will go with us to the capital this time." Sanmao waited until they had finished discussing something before speaking.
"Do you really need more than ten people to open a teahouse? Otherwise, let them keep some people at home." Grandpa Qiangzi spoke.
When you are away from home, you have to pay for food and accommodation, and you have to pay them. If they follow you from such a far distance, even if they don’t have any work for the time being, according to Sanmao’s personality, she will definitely pay them.
"Do you think having just over ten people is too many? There's a lot of preparatory work to do in the capital, including finding a shop, decorating and so on. I definitely can't handle it all by myself. If they can have one or two people take on the same task, I can split myself up to do other things. There's no need for everyone to waste time guarding a teahouse that hasn't even opened yet, don't you think?" Sanmao asked everyone.
"What you said is true. The teahouse hasn't opened yet, so let them find something to do on their own."
"Then let them go with you to see the world first. But, third boy, if the shop doesn't need so many people working, you have to send them back. They can't stay in Beijing and eat for free." said Ergouzi's grandfather.
"Don't worry, Grandpa. I don't keep idle people there. If the teahouse doesn't need so many people, I'll let them go out and find jobs. I won't let them eat for free."
"Yes, yes, yes, you are right. Just let them find a job outside and leave them a place to sleep."
"Okay, I'll remember this. As long as the grandparents and aunts don't feel bad, I'll use them as much as I can."
"You can order them around and taunt them, but don't let them lose their minds when they get out there."
"If they don't do their job seriously or don't do their job responsibly, you should spank them hard, a few times, so that they will remember their lesson."
"Okay, the three boys have remembered it." The discussion here was lively.
Cao'er on the other side didn't say much the whole evening. She was now sitting aside counting the number of votes each person received.
Everyone's votes were similar. No matter how nicely everyone spoke, they all had their own selfish motives when they voted. Everyone hoped that their children could become storytellers, but they also did not rule out the possibility that their own children were excellent.
Everyone thinks that their own children are the best, so the whole family votes for their own children. Other families have the same idea. If you don’t vote for me, I won’t vote for you.
Only the village chief and the elders were fair. They didn't have any children here, so they voted according to their own preferences.
As for Xiaocaoer and Sanmao, they both felt that Ergouzi told the story better. He had the highest number of votes. He was able to let go when telling the story, and his choice of words, actions and expressions were all just right, while the others seemed unable to let go.
Whether it is storytelling or other performances, if you can let go, you will do better and better. If you are restrained and can't let go, you won't be able to understand the situation when you do it.
Xiao Cao'er was writing and drawing with her notes. She would discuss with her third brother later to see if she should choose one or two from among them to train as reserve personnel before finding a storyteller.
Alas, if these people became storytellers and if they had the opportunity to set up an intelligence organization in the future, would they be willing to go out and suffer?