After I washed off my heavy makeup, the aloof CEO regretted it

Geng Yuchen shook his head slightly, it was just a little effort, how could he get the other party to treat him.

"Don't be polite to me. Just tell me what you want to eat. You can choose the place."

The fat uncle held his arm and insisted, "I'm here to do business. There are millions of contracts in this bag. If I lose it, the loss will be huge."

You have helped me so much. If you don't let me repay you, I won't be able to sleep well at night. "

One of them pulled hard, and the other waved his hand repeatedly.

Such a dispute instantly attracted the attention of passers-by.

They stopped one after another and asked the people next to them what happened.

Someone just saw the process of catching the thief, pointed at Geng Yuchen, praised him for his bravery, and raised his mobile phone to record the moment.

At this juncture, Geng Yuchen desperately didn’t want to be photographed.

He turned around quickly and planned to leave immediately.

Unexpectedly, the uncle's hands were very strong, and his five fingers were like pliers, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

In desperation, he had to pull the uncle to the side of the road first.

Then he raised his hand and pointed to a bun shop next to him, meaning he wanted to pick lunch here.

At first, the uncle thought this place was too shabby and had to take him to a high-end restaurant to spend money.

Unexpectedly, Geng Yuchen was stubborn and refused to follow him no matter what.

After several pushbacks, the uncle finally compromised.

Finally, they entered the bun shop one after another.

Standing at the door, Geng Yuchen did not rush inside, but turned his head slightly and looked around the store.

Now others know him, but he doesn't remember others. He is quite insecure and can be said to be a weakling.

Although he always wears a helmet with a layer of fake scars on it except when eating, and tries not to talk to people, he still dare not take it lightly.

Because even if the three girls were standing in front of him, he didn't recognize them.

What's more, they still have relatives and friends.

If someone recognizes someone with his habitual movements, sneezing or coughing, he can be blocked by just shouting a few times.

Being beaten down is a trivial matter, but once that happens, this city will not be able to stay any longer.

It's been less than a week since he delivered the food, and he hasn't received his salary for this month yet. He really doesn't want to cause trouble...

It was not yet dinner time, and there were only three tables of customers sitting in the restaurant.

Judging by their attire, they were all construction workers at a nearby construction site, and their conversations were in local dialects, so it was unlikely that they would recognize him.

Geng Yuchen observed at the door for a moment, and finally walked towards the table in the corner.

This location is relatively quiet and unobtrusive.

Along the way, the uncle kept chatting with him, asking him if he was a local and if he had a family.

Worried that his voice would expose him, no matter what question the uncle asked, he would just nod or shake his head.

Seeing that Geng Yuchen remained silent, the uncle just assumed that he was naturally introverted or had a discomfort in his throat today, so he didn't think anything further about it.

Walking to the dining table, the two sat down facing each other.

Geng Yuchen ordered a plate of steamed buns, and the uncle ordered the same thing, plus two bottles of beer and four side dishes.

After the waiter left with the menu, Geng Yuchen took off his heavy helmet and placed it on the table in front of him.

The uncle opposite was talking eloquently, telling the history of his fortune.

When I looked up casually, I caught a glimpse of the "scar" on his face, and I couldn't help but be shocked.

The uncle blinked his eyes and stared at the horrific mark that was darker than the surrounding skin and had an uneven surface, diagonally crossing the bridge of his nose from his forehead to the right side of his cheek. His expression gradually changed from surprise to pity.

After a few seconds of silence, he lowered his voice and asked:

"Young man, what happened to your face? Could it be that... it was burned by fire?"

If it had been cut by a knife or bumped somewhere, the scar would not have been so wide or pitted, so he guessed it was caused by a fire.

Geng Yuchen instinctively didn't want to lie and deceive others, but he didn't dare to confess everything rashly due to this chance encounter, so he hesitated for a moment with half-lidded eyes, unable to react immediately.

Seeing that he remained silent, the uncle thought it was acquiescence and couldn't help but sigh:

"Oh, how pitiful!"

Then, he suddenly thought of something, "So, your throat was burned and you couldn't speak, right?"

Seeing that his uncle had misunderstood, Geng Yuchen subconsciously wanted to explain.

But then I thought again, no.

Although this corner is inconspicuous, it is a public place after all, and guests come and go at any time, so it is best to keep silent.

Anyway, after finishing the meal, the two of them went their separate ways. It didn't matter if they were misunderstood.

So he nodded gently and admitted it.

The uncle smacked his teeth and sighed:

"To be disfigured and mute at such a young age is such a miserable life.

However, if you survive a disaster, you will be blessed later. If you are so kind-hearted, you will definitely be rewarded with blessings in the future. "

Geng Yuchen nodded bravely, responding to his words of relief.

The steamed buns, wine and food were brought out, and the two of them picked up their chopsticks.

One ate with his head down without making a sound; the other chatted while eating and talked about some of his entrepreneurial experiences.

The atmosphere is harmonious.

As the uncle talked, he mentioned that the bodyguard resigned yesterday, and before he had time to recruit new people, he encountered a thief on the street. Fortunately, he came to help, otherwise the loss would be immeasurable.

Speaking of this, the uncle suddenly slapped his forehead:

"Oh, how could I forget!

You are so good at kung fu, and we are so close to each other. From now on, instead of delivering food, you might as well become my bodyguard. "

bodyguard?

Geng Yuchen swallowed the bun in his mouth, and there was obvious hesitation in his eyes.

Being a bodyguard would certainly provide a more stable income, but this job required publicity and was risky for him.

"It's easy to be my bodyguard."

The uncle drank the beer in his glass and said with all his strength, "I usually stay in the company, but when I go on a business trip, I will follow him out.

The remuneration is a monthly salary of 9,000, a bonus of 2,000, four days off every month, five insurances and one fund. "

Upon hearing this number, Geng Yuchen couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

The total monthly income is 11,000 yuan.

After two months, won’t the treatment fee be enough?

Thinking of this, he nodded immediately without hesitation.

As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger.

Until then, if you wear sunglasses and a mask, and be careful everywhere, you should be fine.

The uncle was very happy to see that he agreed, and the two left each other's names and mobile phones.

The uncle’s name is Mu An, and he runs a medicinal materials company that just went public last year.

Geng Yuchen typed a line of words on his mobile phone, saying that he would go back to the hotel to clean up first, and then go to the hotel where his uncle was staying to find him.

The two left the bun shop, one heading east and the other heading west.

Mu An opened the door and got into his car.

Turn on the phone and dial a WeChat video:

"Niece, are you feeling better?"

In the video, Gu Nian’s lips raised slightly and her voice was clear:

"Much better. Thank you, second uncle, for thinking about me."