Rebirth 05, starting from never dusting

When Wang Jian rushed back to the construction site, he was physically and mentally exhausted, as if he had been seriously ill, and he couldn't muster any strength.

After finally forcing his way into the office, he saw Liu Qiang reading a book with a smile on his face, shaking his head with an extremely contented expression, and an evil fire suddenly burst out from Wang Jian's heart.

I was scolded by Mr. Qiu today all because of you!

I've been busy wiping your butt before and after, and even had lunch. How dare you squat in the room?

Wang Jian came to Liu Qiang in two steps, slapped the table and shouted angrily: "Liu Qiang, have you finished repairing the steel bars upstairs? You still have time to read here!"

Liu Qiang was startled. When he saw that it was Wang Jianhou, his eyes were a little flustered and he said, "I just changed it. I... I'll come down and take a drink of water."

"Just finish the changes as soon as possible? Have the pipes for the water and electricity installation been done? Have the floor slabs and stairs been tied up? Have you checked with Director Shen? Can the dusting be done tonight?"

Wang Jian's string of accusations spurted out like a machine gun, spittle flying freely, and some fell directly on Liu Qiang's face.

Liu Qiang didn't dare to let go of anything, and stayed there motionless. It wasn't until Wang Jian finished cursing that he said weakly: "I'll go upstairs and keep an eye on it." Then he ran away.

After Wang Jian let out the breath he had been holding in his heart, he returned to his limp state. He pulled up a chair and sat down. He put his hand on his forehead and sighed, as if only sighing could make him feel more comfortable.

It's a mess, it's a complete mess.

Completely confused.

"Manager Wang, have a sip of tea."

Zhang Yi's voice came from his ears. Wang Jian opened his eyes and saw a cup of tea on the table.

"Thank you, I remember you have instant noodles there, can you bring me two packs?" Wang Jian said, taking out his wallet from his pocket, took out five yuan, handed it over and said, "Buy yours."

Zhang Yi didn't take the money and said with a smile: "Wait a moment."

Returning to the dormitory on the second floor, Zhang Yi pushed the door, but it didn't open.

Zhang Yi frowned. Their dormitory usually did not close the door, mainly because there was nothing valuable inside.

There is only one possibility: Shen Ye locked the door inside.

Hiss, it's already time to go to work in the afternoon. Shen Ye can't just sleep in the dormitory, right?

Just when he was wondering, Shen Ye's alert voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"I."

As soon as Zhang Yi finished speaking, the door creaked open. Shen Ye stuck his head out and looked left and right. After confirming that Zhang Yi was alone, he quickly pulled him in and locked the door again, acting like a thief.

"You locked the door and drew the curtains in broad daylight. What are you doing?"

Seeing Shen Ye's guilty conscience, Zhang Yi couldn't help but have his imagination run wild.

Is it possible, Old Shen, that you are playing a self-service pistol game in the house?

After Zhang Yi's joking eyes were caught by Shen Ye, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Damn, put away your dirty ideas, I'm doing serious things."

"Okay, okay, then you keep going, I'll get some food and leave right away." Zhang Yi dragged out the supply box from under the bed and dug out two packs of instant noodles and two ham sausages.

"Wait a minute and go, let's get down to business." Shen Ye said, spreading out the folded quilt and taking out a black plastic bag.

This plastic bag...

Shen Ye opened the plastic bag with a serious expression, and found five bundles of brand-new bills arranged neatly in a row.

"Done it so quickly?" Zhang Yi was a little surprised and couldn't help but give Shen Ye a thumbs up and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen is awesome!"

Shen Ye chuckled, rubbed his nose sheepishly and said, "Thanks for listening to you and inviting Mr. Qiu here. Otherwise, if I were the only one today, I wouldn't be able to hold the show down."

Shen Ye told Zhang Yi the details of the meeting, and he was beaming and dancing.

It can be seen that Shen Ye enjoys the feeling of being in control of everything during regular supervision meetings.

After listening to Mr. Qiu's fine of 10,000 yuan for Pingling Sanjian, Zhang Yi nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you very much. After this regular meeting, I have finally gained a firm foothold in the relocation housing project. Even if Cheng Kai is transferred, I will not be caught off guard."

"Why are you so polite? You have a tough backstage. Anyone who dares to play tricks will be punished by Qin Chu." Zhang Yi said with a smile.

Shen Ye waved his hand and said, "You can't say that. The backstage is the backstage, and you have to be strong yourself when forging iron. You don't know, those project managers looked at me with convinced eyes, which made me feel more comfortable!"

"What a good thing! Let's have a drink tonight to celebrate?" Zhang Yi suggested, sincerely happy for Lao Shen.

"I won't drink anymore tonight. I have to go home and brag to the old man and make him happy too!"

Shen Ye said: "I almost forgot about business, let's split the money."

After Shen Ye finished speaking, he took out three bundles of money and pushed them to Zhang Yi.

"Didn't we agree that it would be 50-50? Lao Shen, you can't play like this!"

Zhang Yi refused, picked up a bundle and tried to break it into half, but Shen Ye directly held it down.

"Old Shen, what are you doing? 50-50, it's me who takes advantage of you."

Shen Ye smiled and said: "No, no, no, you should take those three bundles. You were planning the whole thing from beginning to end. I am just acting in the front stage. With the stage you set up, I can stand firm here." I got rid of my feet and learned a lot of knowledge that will last a lifetime.”

"You can't refuse. Although I'm not very good at talking, I feel the same as Ming Jing about how the money should be divided. Please don't continue to argue with me."

Zhang Yi couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. He really didn't expect that Lao Shen's pattern would open up.

Just when he was stunned, Shen Ye picked up another bundle of money and pushed it over.

"What the hell, Old Shen, what do you still want?" Even Zhang Yi, who has a mental age of forty, was also confused by Shen Ye's move.

Shen Ye said matter-of-factly: "My tuition fees, face-to-face intensive training classes and problem-based classes, you won't think it's too little, right? Otherwise, I'd be too shameless to continue taking classes with you."

"Fuck, okay! Then I'm not polite!" Zhang Yi happily collected the money.

Shen Ye smiled knowingly, feeling much more at ease.

To be honest, during this period of following Zhang Yi, Shen Ye could clearly feel his own growth and changes.

The speed of simultaneous growth from the inside out is very fast. He can feel Zhang Yi's influence no matter in terms of theoretical knowledge or at work.

Therefore, Shen Ye gave the money very happily, mainly to become a long-term friend with Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi found a backpack and put the money away, planning to go to the pedestrian street to deposit the money later.

"Old Shen, let me give you another trick."

The small amount of money in the bank card soon exceeded the one hundred thousand mark. Zhang Yi was in a particularly beautiful mood and began to teach Shen Ye a small loss trick every day.

"Say it quickly, I can't wait any longer." Shen Ye took out his notebook from the bed and looked at Zhang Yi expectantly.

"In the future, I will go to the site to take more photos of safety hazards and quality issues, and I will accidentally reveal a few photos from time to time. Do you think those project managers will ask you to take them down with money..."

"..."

After hearing this, Shen Ye's eyes widened.

For me... if I want to take the card, does it require "producing evidence" or "results"?