Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

Ivan had something on his mind. Ever since the reporter team left, he had been observing He Wen intentionally or unintentionally.

He saw the weak boy bending over and cleaning the old man's ears.

Even if the old man is dirty, he doesn't mind.

Find different ways to tell jokes to the elderly.

If there are new volunteers nearby who lack experience and are unfamiliar with the new job, he will temporarily put aside what he is doing and patiently share his experience with them.

"It's all good things."

Ivan murmured, feeling relieved.

……

It was noon when Pierre came back with a tray of food.

Facing the impatient face of the foreman, a pair of dead fish eyes stared at him with hostility: "You, come with me."

Beside him, Xie Zian secretly watched this scene, with a smile of success on his face.

Pierre nodded and put down the prepared meal tray first. The old man who was supposed to be lying on the chair next to him had disappeared long ago.

The two of them walked one after the other into a separate foreman's office in the corner of the hall under the gaze of people around them.

Pierre vaguely heard words like "it's over", "demoted", and "you deserve it" coming from around him.

The office door closed and the room became quiet for a moment, with only the clacking sound of the female supervisor's high heels stepping on the floor as she walked.

She was wearing a black work uniform, non-transparent black stockings, and a pair of high-heeled leather shoes that were so old that they couldn't be any older. She looked even more old-fashioned and unapproachable.

"I called you here, do you know what's going on?" The foreman's face twitched, and his mean expression magnified in Pierre's eyes. The air pressure around them suddenly became terribly low.

"do not know."

"Ah."

The female supervisor sneered: "You don't even know this. What do you do every day for a living? You are as stupid as a pig."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she started chattering non-stop for a full half hour. Most of the words she used were curse words, so dirty that many of the audience in front of the screen couldn't stand it and covered their ears.

Some people's mouths are filled with fragrance that can be smelled for ten miles, while others' mouths are full of feces, making the whole surrounding area stink.

Finally she spoke:

"The family of No. 14 came to visit and reported you for not taking good care of the elderly."

The entire hour was spent swearing, and only the last sentence contained useful information.

The middle-aged female foreman looked up, not thinking that she had done anything wrong. She looked at Pierre with disdain and announced the news that could easily change the fate of others: "It is decided now. You will be demoted--"

She probably meant to say demote me.

But a white envelope was stuffed into her mouth in advance, the movement was so rough that she choked and bent over and coughed continuously.

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, you..." The female supervisor pointed at Pierre with her left hand and pulled out the envelope with her right hand. A stack of red, green and yellow bills fell out of it.

The female foreman was stunned for a moment:

"Are you tired of standing? Would you like a glass of water? I'll pour it for you."

His voice was hoarse, and he had the affectation of a person who was usually rude but was pretending to be gentle.

Pierre sat down in a chair.

If he had just cooperated with the other party, with all kinds of shame on his face after being scolded, then at this moment, he was just expressionless.

This handsome face showed no joy or sadness at this moment, and was extremely cold.

It was as if he had isolated himself from the outside world and would not allow outsiders to explore easily.

There is only a pair of blue eyes, as beautiful as stars, but unfortunately they are embedded in such a face, losing their original vitality.

The woman who was swearing just now didn't care at all at this moment.

He knelt on the ground, picked up the scattered bills one by one and stuffed them into his chest.

Pierre waited for her to finish picking up the banknotes and stood up: "Can I go now?"

"of course."

"Oh, that's right." Watching Pierre leave, the foreman stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the corner of his lips: "This rich gentleman, I advise you not to eat the old man's food casually."

"I don't want to not see you next month."

"Thank you."

Pierre paused and waved.

He got another message.

The foreman can decide whether she will be demoted or not, but she told herself not to eat the old man's food.

The foreman now has a conflict of interest with me, which should be true.

It can be seen that eating the food of the elderly may not affect the profession, but in other aspects... the foreman is telling himself in disguise that the food of the elderly is dangerous.

This is how Pierre thinks. He wouldn't believe a stranger helping him.

He would only feel comfortable accepting information from a stranger who had a vested interest in him and was profitable.

Ivan and Ivan have completely different rules of doing things.

……

in the hall,

Xie Zian covered his mouth desperately, for fear that he would laugh too loudly and attract other people's attention.

But he still couldn't help it. When he thought about the man who had been so arrogant in front of him before, now being abused by the old woman in there, he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

What's so great about being handsome? It's also no big deal to be directly interviewed as an A-level nurse. In the end, it was still me who...

"Hahahahahahahahaha", Xie Zian laughed so hard that his whole body was shaking, and he looked somewhat seriously ill.

"What are you doing? Are you having a seizure?" A cold voice sounded, and someone patted his shoulder from behind.

Hey, this voice sounds familiar.

Xie Zian turned his head and looked into a pair of gem-like eyes, his body subconsciously stiffened.

"you……"

No, he is now an A-level care worker, there is nothing to be afraid of:

"You are just a low-level caregiver, why don't you get out of here and stop embarrassing yourself." Xie Zian put his hands on his hips.

"What are you talking about?" Pierre came closer, waved the A-level caregiver's work badge in front of Xie Zian's eyes, and chuckled:

"The foreman is calling you. Don't be late or she will be angry."

"Really?"

Although he didn't know why Pierre was not fired, now was not the time to think about it. He had to go when the foreman called him.

But when Xie Zian walked to the door of the office, he realized something was wrong: "Why are you still here?"

With a bang, he was pushed from behind and fell to the ground.

Pierre walked in and looked down at the figure on the ground, his eyes full of indifference.