Boss, how many? In Pearl River Delta, when you step into a restaurant, you will hear the waiter greet you like this most of the time. Now I have been on a business trip for a long time, and gradually I get used to this name. I remembered that I went back to China for a business trip for the first time several years ago, and walked into a restaurant with a group of American colleagues after work. A row of big girls with tall figure and good face, dressed in bright red brocade cheongsam, crossed their hands in front and leaned forward slightly, shouting welcome in unison, which really scared me a lot. At that time, I stood there for a moment without knowing what to say. Suddenly, I subconsciously said that comrades had worked hard. Since then, I have fallen ill. Every time I go to a restaurant, I have to keep my waist up. Gao Hui said, “comrades have been working hard. At this time, it often causes girls to snicker. As time passes, American colleagues asked me curiously: what are they laughing? What are you talking about? I smiled and said, “nothing, the rules of the restaurant here, you must first ask: have you brought your wallet?, Answer: I have brought us dollars. Ha ha ha, the old ladies also laughed in chorus. Later, when I came to Shenzhen, I entered a restaurant alone. The lady at the door came up and asked: Boss, how many of them? I was stunned, looking back, I was the only one, so I asked in reply: what about me? Who’s the Boss? I was still confused until I sat down for a long time. Boss, why does she call me boss? I look at myself up and down. How can I be like a boss? I: wear a pair of glasses and a pullover round collar shirt with bare arms. There is neither gold watch nor Diamond. How did I become the boss? To be honest, I am hate the boss from the bottom of my heart. In my eyes, the image of the boss is a big round oily face, full of gold rings, a big belly under the open black suit, shaking down from the stairs of the restaurant, on one hand, a toothpick stick was dug in the mouth. How did I become the boss? The more I thought about it, the more angry I was. I was depressed for a long time. It was not until later that I realized that this was just a name, just like when I met people in Beijing in the past, I shouted: Master. This does not mean that this person is long or dressed like a master. After coming back to China, I gradually learned something. But it becomes more and more difficult to call people. Many times I wanted to ask for directions in the street, but I had to give up because I couldn’t find a suitable name. When I saw a young girl, I dared not to ask him, because I dared not to call her a lady. When I saw a big man, I dared not to go up. What did I call him? Master, it’s too earthy, sir? Less Sven. Boss? I was afraid of being thrown up by someone, so I had to bypass to find another person. There came a middle-aged woman over there. I was even more embarrassed. What was her name? Call others aunt? I heard that it was cursing. Call the female boss, call it aunt, I am at this age, cough, let’s find the next one. I really miss the friendly call in ancient times: Comrade

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