As Hao Yunyang spoke, Wang Chaoqun’s expression became increasingly dark. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Hao Yunyang’s wrist, and pulled him close, almost nose to nose, his square face now filled with humiliated anger: “Then let’s check. If the surveillance shows you ordered incorrectly, pack your things and get out. If I’m wrong, not only will I pay for the dish, but I’ll let you be the manager!”
These words were a bit too much.
“Manager, this…” Hao Yunyang was stunned, clearly not expecting Wang Chaoqun to say something so thoughtless. He was usually so careful. Wang Chaoqun, who was over thirty, couldn’t he see what was happening? But Hao Yunyang had no time to think further as Wang Chaoqun suddenly pulled him, almost causing him to stumble, leaving him no choice but to hurry after Wang Chaoqun.
What Hao Yunyang could think of, Wang Chaoqun, who was over thirty, could certainly think of too.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Miss, What’s Your Name?
When the surveillance footage was retrieved under everyone’s watchful eyes, Hao Yunyang was rendered speechless. The customer had picked up the large abalone, weighed it, then went to the small abalone and picked up a few, turning back to speak to Hao Yunyang.
Hao Yunyang clearly remembered the customer saying: “Keep the large abalone as is, stew the small abalone with lamb, make a soup, one bowl each.”
Then the customer walked away. The beautiful woman with him came over, crossed out the small abalone the customer had ordered, and replaced it with old duck pot. Hao Yunyang’s only mistake that day might have been not informing the customer after the woman crossed out the dish.
However, the surveillance footage was just an image and couldn’t record the conversation. Without audio evidence, the situation naturally became: the customer ordered large abalone and then changed to small abalone, and Hao Yunyang, as the order taker, was only concerned with the thirty yuan commission and didn’t change the large abalone, causing the customer to get angry.
Hao Yunyang no longer tried to explain, slightly lowering his head. At this point, what explanation could he offer except to invite ridicule?
“Understand now?” Wang Chaoqun’s face showed a cold smile. If he hadn’t previewed the surveillance footage, how could he have agreed to Hao Yunyang’s request to check?
