beijing fireworks

Chapter 4 Bring Your Own Meals
"No?" Xiaomi concealed, since this guy has become his immediate boss, as long as he doesn't have any excessive words or actions towards him in the future, there is no need to offend him.

A large number of film and television dramas tell us that although the struggle between good guys and bad guys will win the final victory, the price of this victory is more than Tang Seng paid for learning scriptures.

Xiaomi doesn’t want to be refined into steel.

"Okay, go get busy. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me. You can do it in work and life. From now on, we will be a family." Ma Liqun was talking, but his eyes were looking at the ceiling, probably still thinking about where to meet over millet.

With relief, Xiaomi scolded Ma Liqun in his heart and came out of the director's office, only to find that everyone in the cubicle was gone except Wang Shiyi and Li Jingjing's two assistants.

Li Jingjing told her that last year, the order customer in Hubei proposed to make some minor changes to the design plan, and they all brought the drawings to the factory.

"I know this, hasn't the revision plan been passed on?" Tian Xiaomi asked.

"Director Ma said that he still believes in the old method. Designers must visit the front line of the factory in person so that the masters can fully understand the importance of their work and the company's emphasis on them." Wang Shiyi said.

"Shit old pervert...,"

"Director Ma is a very nice person. Did he train you just now?" Wang Shiyi asked.

Xiaomi didn't answer her words, and sat back in her cubicle to turn on the computer.

The WeChat notification sounded, and it was the voice from the pig's large intestine: "Xiaoli, you have made my brother miserable. The doctor asked me to take a film after a simple treatment. It's already in the afternoon, and I have to do it all day. Stayed in the hospital."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'll bring you food in a while." Tian Xiaomi immediately replied to him, but he felt uneasy in his heart, and really needed to check.

This guy must be holding his cell phone in his hand, and the voice came back immediately: "Then you have to be responsible for feeding him. I don't have the strength to use my hands now. Maybe it has been transferred."

Can trauma be transferred?Thanks to him being able to figure it out, he won't really meet Peng Ci'er, right?

Still want to feed him?

Xiaomi suddenly felt that compared to several unlucky things, maybe this one was more terrifying and unpredictable.

When he looked up, he realized that Li Jingjing and Wang Shiyi were looking at him without blinking, without earphones, so they could hear everything.

"Yeah, there's something wrong." Wang Shiyi shrank back as soon as she finished speaking, and when Tian Xiaomi turned her head, Ma Liqun was standing behind her.

Wang Shiyi and Li Jingjing immediately greeted him, Tian Xiaomi also turned around, and Ma Liqun looked at the stain on his chest.

He was slightly taken aback.

"Xiaotian, come here." Ma Liqun said softly.

Xiaomi followed Ma Liqun into his office.

"Sit down, I want to explain what happened on the subway." The guy finally remembered.

Xiaomi sat on the sofa to see what he had to say.

"As for me, you may not understand me. I like to joke. Sometimes I don't have a good sense of proportion. Maybe you are not used to my humor. Long live, okay?"

"It's okay, Director." That's all Tian Xiaomi could say. The gangster has become the boss, so he just needs to hide for a while.

"I hope I won't talk to my colleagues about this matter. Can we end it here?" Ma Liqun was not as kind as before.

"Director, I broke a person's foot on the subway, and I'm in the hospital now..." Tian Xiaomi didn't answer Ma Liqun's question at all. She was more afraid of the pig's intestines, the suspect who touched porcelain.

Unexpectedly, before her condition was put forward, Ma Liqun interrupted her: "I know, I know, I will let you go on vacation in the morning, go to the hospital to accompany her, if not, invite her to dinner at noon, and say good things Please understand, don't let others deceive you, just come back before two o'clock in the afternoon, okay?"

"Thank you, director." Tian Xiaomi thanked her, but she was muttering in her heart, if it weren't for you, would this have happened to me? There is really no reason to reason.

Although the director of the office only has the right to recommend and suggest, and has no right to appoint and dismiss personnel, and is not at the middle level of the company, this guy is his direct boss, so he really can't afford to mess with him.

Ma Liqun is in his 40s, and he only reached this level because of his relationship with the chairman. His ability is not much better. Mi Yilan is only 29 years old and is now the manager of the design department.

"If you can't come back at two o'clock, just make a phone call, don't worry, I'm the one to deal with the work!" Ma Liqun shouted again when Xiaomi went out.

Xiaomi naturally didn't appreciate his kindness. He was afraid that he would reveal what happened on the subway. It felt good to grab the leader's braid.

Ignoring Wang Shiyi and Li Jingjing's questioning of the speaker, Xiaomi went directly to the restaurant behind the company and ordered two dishes.

It's past 11 o'clock.

A portion of stewed tofu with braised pork is given to the pig's large intestine. It's no wonder that he doesn't like meat.

I deliberately ordered an extra serving of rice, seeing his physique, it's strange that his appetite is small.

I also ordered a spicy cabbage, which is a combination of meat and vegetables.

Halfway there, I heard Zhu Dachang's voice: "Come or not, can I wait until you at my age?" This time the tone was not very friendly.

"Here we come, we'll be here soon." Xiaomi hurriedly replied.

While stepping up his pace, he regretted that he should have brought Li Jingjing along so that he could strengthen himself, thinking about facing this guy alone was a bit frightening.

As soon as I entered from the east gate of the hospital, I saw Zhu Dagu walking down the steps in front of the outpatient clinic on crutches. After stopping, he waved a crutch to greet him, almost hitting the person next to him.

The man swore something and then shrank his head and left. It seemed that Zhu Dachang had cursed him even more harshly.

Although he didn't hear what he said, Xiaomi knew it must be something bad.

Even with the crutches on, Xiaomi's mood became heavy with his steps.

"Why did you still buy lunch?" Zhu Dachang said again: "Okay, my brother rented a wheelchair, let's go out to eat."

It turned out that he had no intention of eating the box lunch he bought. It was obvious that he wanted to go to a restaurant.

And brothers?

How many people are there? It must be several hundred at least, right?

Tian Xiaomi gritted her teeth, what should she do now?Eat what you want, and swipe your credit card.

"The angel in white is really not screaming for nothing. He helped me in when I called, and found this for me when I went out." Zhu Dachang shook the crutch in his right hand.

"Free?" Xiaomi asked.

"Look at you, are you afraid of spending money? Of course it's free!"

Xiaomi smiled unnaturally. Even if it costs money, how much can it cost to rent a pair of crutches?
After a while, his two brothers came over pushing wheelchairs, and all the wheelchairs in front of the service desk of the outpatient department of the hospital were rented out. The two brothers rented them from the inpatient department at the back.

Looking at these two brothers again, they look really casual. One has a broad forehead and a generous face, and the other has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. They don't need beauty, but they have a natural anchor chin.

Zhu Dachang immediately introduced these two people to Xiaomi. He called them Dabao with his square face and Erdan with his pointed chin. These names did not sound like civilized people.

"Oh, dare you be that violent girl? Admiration, no one has dared to hurt our boss like this!" Er Dan actually gave Xiaomi a bow.

Boss?

Xiaomi is even more sure that this is really a mixed society. The medical expenses will definitely be indispensable. There may also be nutritional expenses, lost work expenses, mental loss expenses, etc....

Xiaomi couldn't say anything, but just smiled awkwardly at Er Dan, and asked about Zhu Dachang's injury. Zhu Dachang pointed to his left foot and said that he would not know the specific situation until after the inspection.

The injured part had been bandaged, but the foot was swollen all the way to the ankle.

The instep is planted like a big Russian bark. It is red, bright and slightly blue, which makes people feel that the skin will burst if they go any further.

Dabao pushed the wheelchair, Erdan walked beside, and the three of them walked out of the hospital talking and laughing, and Xiaomi followed behind with the box lunch he bought.

They kept talking about drinking together last night, Xiaomi wasn't interested in listening to it, thinking about it while walking.

After leaving BJ Hospital, I walked along Dongjiaomin Lane for a while, and after turning a corner and heading north, I arrived at a restaurant. As expected of the locals, it seems that they are very familiar with this place.

Fortunately for Xiaomi, this restaurant looks like a home-cooked restaurant, so he won't go bankrupt after eating one meal.

But along the way, Xiaomi has already made up his mind that he can't run away if he is wronged and slaughtered. He admits it, but if it gets to the point where he can't bear it, he will fight them to the death.

"Come here, bring it up." After Zhu Dachang found a table and sat down, he took out the boxed rice that Xiaomi had brought, opened it and put it on the table.

The waiters standing aside were dumbfounded. In those years, the restaurant had many lawsuits against its customers because they did not allow them to bring their own drinks. In the end, the restaurant lost. Today, these few are more creative and actually bring their own meals?

Complete staple food and non-staple food?

Can this restaurant industry still survive?

"Sir, you..., what is this?" The waiter asked with a smile on his face as much as possible, pointing to the opened braised pork and cabbage.

"Braised pork tofu, don't you know?" Erdan asked the waiter squinting.

Can a restaurant owner know braised pork?
Seeing that this posture is not easy to provoke, the waiter didn't dare to ask again, but just nodded and handed over the menu.

Dabao took it and turned it over twice quickly: "Dongpo elbow, stir-fried tripe, braised lion's head, vinegar-coated musu, raw stir-fried chicken..."

I ordered six dishes in one go, all of which were meat dishes.

"Look, boss, is that enough?"

Dabao completely ignored the kindness of the waiter who kept reminding the restaurant that the dishes are not small, and that four people ordered so many meat dishes that they couldn't eat, and asked the pig's intestines.

"That's almost it. With these two boxes, there are eight dishes in total. Let's have some soup." Zhu Dachang said.

To Xiaomi's surprise again, he ordered a soup that turned out to be spicy pimple soup, and it came with staple food!

I will eat you all to death, Xiaomi cursed secretly in his heart.

He couldn't even pretend to be accompanied by a smile on his face, which was obviously killing himself.

"Eat it, are you feeling distressed? It's all wasted if you don't eat it if you order so much. Eat it quickly." During the meal, Xiaomi was advised to eat pig intestines.

Xiaomi usually eats more than Wang Shiyi and Li Jingjing can eat together, and the most terrible thing is that no matter how much she eats, she doesn't get fat, which makes the two of them very envious.

But today I have no appetite at all, I just moved my chopsticks symbolically.

These guys ate so much that they didn't even finish half of the food they ordered, and asked the waiter to pack away the rest.

When they were about to finish eating, Dabao went to the bar to settle the bill. Xiaomi breathed a sigh of relief and politely said that he should pay for the meal himself. Unexpectedly, Pig Intestine was not polite at all.

"It's okay. You probably don't have much money for a part-time job. We'll pay it together with the medical expenses in the end. There's no need to worry."

Just a hint of gratitude and luck suddenly turned into a cold heart.

(End of this chapter)