In Hong Kong, subordinates are not allowed to poke the mouth of their bosses

Time heals wounds.

The war that established the port mafia's position as the world leader in Yokohama is over, and with the arrival of the new year, the days are gradually calming down.

After a new year, and a few days of annual leave, the inhuman Sen, the leader of the port mafia, the capitalist, and Mr. Ouwai began to squeeze the employees at hand again, forcing them to work and create more value.

The entire mafia has not recovered from the short vacation, and the atmosphere in the office is sluggish and dull.

I don't dislike going to work. After all, being able to go to work with Mr. Chuya is far better than watching boring TV at home alone.

Master Zhongye came to work early today as usual, full of energy, and said, "Ah? What's going on, you guys are all listless, go for a walk, go to the training ground to practice and come back!"

The office stopped visibly with the naked eye, and in the next second, everyone was like a social animal, and their mental state was extremely good.

"Huh? What did Chuya-sama say? We are all very energetic."

"Yes, yes, don't look forward to work too much, there are a lot of materials to be responsible for today!"

"Master Chuya's office also has documents to approve, right?"

I can clearly see that when mentioning the materials in the office, Mr. Chuya pursed his mouth very slightly, pretending to be kind as if nothing had happened: "No, no, I'm afraid your bones are loose. First move your muscles and bones before approving the materials, which is extremely efficient .This is my exclusive secret recipe, and I will pass it on to you for free."

No no no, this recipe is just for you.

I bet an entire office thought so.After all, for Mr. Chuya, gymnastics exercises are rest and entertainment for him. Compared with sitting in the office and reading documents and signing documents, fighting with people in the training ground is more in line with his wishes.

Although there are big men in the office, they are all masters who would rather go to practice gymnastics and marksmanship than write reports and write materials, but it is completely different to practice gymnastics with Mr. Zhongye.Being pressed down and beaten, using his brain to fight with him but still being beaten to the bone, are all unavoidable things.

On the first day of work in the new year, everyone does not want to suffer, and this kind of thinking is understandable.

But understanding is understanding, what does it have to do with me, an evil deputy who wants to please Mr. Chuya?

I readily sent an email to arrange the arrangement, stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Master Chuya, I have reserved a training room on the fifth floor for you."

"Okay!" Master Zhongye rushed forward excitedly, "You are still so capable, Jun!"

I whispered behind him: "It is only natural to serve you, Master Chuya."

At the same time, there were scorching gazes from my colleagues and subordinates behind me. I was fearless, and I didn't even bother to say anything. I signaled them with my eyes: Hurry up now, don't ask Chuya-sama to wait for a long time.

In their eyes, I should be a sycophant who flatters his superiors and deceives his inferiors, otherwise his eyes would not be so full of accusations.

With a strong heart, I not only urged them, but also stepped down the stairs myself, put on clothes that are easy to move, and walked into the training room.

In the past few months, I have not slackened in my physical and marksmanship training. Not only did I not perfunctory, but I even spontaneously increased the intensity of training every day and implemented it seriously.

——It is no longer the Wuxia Amon of the day!

A sparring match with Master Nakaya fully reflected the results of my training over the past few months, even progressing far faster than I thought.

"Ajun is not bad, really not bad!" Mr. Zhongye patted my lower back, with a little sweat on his forehead, and praised: "You have made great progress, you, most of us Hong Kong gangsters should be unable to beat you now, okay boy!"

——A few of them are people with supernatural powers and stronger people, I understand.

Although I can't get used to the praise of such a very male friend, but only the encouragement from Chuya-sama is enough for me to be happy.

The gazes of colleagues and subordinates are very meaningful, and they may all be thinking that it is no wonder why I was so active in booking the room just now. It turned out that I wanted Master Chuya to see my progress and so on.

Oh, you guessed right, this is my purpose.

After a few rounds of "friendly" discussions with other people, a whole morning passed.

In order to boost the morale of the subordinates on the first day of work, and to show that he is approachable, Mr. Chuya will go to the cafeteria with us for lunch today.

Under normal circumstances, Mr. Chuya would deliver meals by his subordinates, and then eat alone in the office, rarely with the people below.

The chefs hired by Hong Kong and Heilongjiang have two brushes. Sometimes when I get up early and feel too lazy to cook by myself, I also eat lunch here.

Different windows have different flavors, and there are some stores with excellent taste.For example, the chef at a certain window is good at traditional Japanese food, such as seafood tempura, sashimi, and sushi.The chef at a certain window is from China. The Chinese cuisine is authentic and delicious. He has dabbled in various cuisines, and the pasta is also chewy.There is also a window for Italian cuisine. The chef has gone there for further training. The professional western food is delicious.

Every time I eat here it's window order.

"It's time for Chinese cuisine today..."

Talking to myself, I walked to the window and ordered three dishes and one soup with unlimited rice.

Chuya-sama followed me, looking at my plate, "What did you order?"

I lowered the plate slightly and explained: "Today, I will eat Chinese food, mapo tofu, husband and wife's lung slices, and chopped pepper fish head. Do you have any ideas? Oh, it may be a little bit reluctant for those who can't eat spicy food."

Master Chuya tilted his head and asked me, "Apart from spicy food, what else is there?"

I explained seriously: "The chef of this restaurant is good at a lot of cuisines, spicy Sichuan and Hunan cuisines, lighter Cantonese and Huaiyang cuisines, and heavier Anhui cuisines, all of them are good."

"The sous chef is good at all kinds of pasta. The classic Lanzhou beef noodles, Beijing fried noodles, Guangzhou wonton noodles, Shanxi sliced ​​noodles, etc. are both good. For us ordinary people, the taste is already very good. Would you like to try it?"

"I don't want to eat noodles..." Mr. Zhongye thought, "I like fresh and fragrant ones, not too bland. Do you have any recommendations?"

I looked at the recipe, and thought to myself: "In this case, I recommend Anhui cuisine. There are three shrimp tofu, honey sauce fire recipe, and Heze steamed pork. You can try it first."

Mr. Nakaya, who is very obedient and careless in these aspects, ordered the few dishes I mentioned, and sat down with his colleagues.

"Mr. Qin is still so particular about food!"

I replied lightly: "It's all about being particular."

Mr. Zhongye looked a little curious: "Is it complicated for Ah Jun to eat every day?"

"It's not that it's complicated, but it's well matched...the kind that's a feast for the eyes and a feast for the mouth."

"Yes, yes, it's very exciting to watch."

"Better than those of us with families."

"Once I ate Mr. Qin's own bento, which was better than my wife's, which shows his dedication to food."

Oh, don't think I don't know, have you ever laughed at me in private?Say that I am a big man and I cook better than women.

But I never care about the evaluation of the unexpected.

"Oh? Ah Jun, you still make your own bento?"

Chuya-sama's eyes sparkled, and he looked very interested.

I also gave face: "Well, if I have more time in the morning, I will prepare it by myself. After all, it is healthier."

Mr. Chuya looked a little thoughtful and ready to move.

I decided to take the initiative: "What? Do I need to bring it for you? Teenagers of this age eat outside meals every day, and it is possible that their nutrition is not balanced."

"You seem like a mother," Chuya-sama smiled, "you talk about nutrition and health every day."

"This is health preservation," I didn't deny it, "you can live a long life by paying attention to your eating habits."

And every time I meet you, as long as I'm not playing hooligans, my mentality is basically like that of a father.

——This seems to be hooliganism in another sense.

Master Zhongye's eyes wandered, some wanted to try but were too embarrassed to say so.

I understand, teenagers of this age are all so good-faced, eating bento made by subordinates seems not in line with the position of the boss.

And making lunch for the boss sounds flattering to a certain extent, which is not good for the image.

Of course I don't care about these, but I didn't say it directly in front of others, and nodded slightly to show my understanding.

Nakaya-sama's cobalt blue eyes were bright, and there was a smile that seemed shy and cunning to take advantage of.

From the first day of the new year, I started to fulfill my promise to make an extra lunch box for Mr. Chuya every day.

As a deputy, my desk is outside Mr. Chuya's office, and I deliver lunches every day. At first, only the two door god brothers were frightened.

Chuya-sama's expression is somewhere between happy and embarrassed. After careful identification, I think this move is feasible.

Day by day, the door god brothers began to turn a blind eye to it, and Master Zhongye was never embarrassed to take it to take the initiative to order the meal the night before...

I'm happy with that.

However, Mr. Dazai's behavior of boiling Chuya in warm water was exposed one day by the troublesome Mr. Dazai.

As Chuya-sama's deputy, I can't be unfamiliar with Mr. Dazai, a member of the double black, and Mr. Dazai, who always comes to Chuya-sama's office to make trouble, must be no stranger to me.

But by accident, he usually brings extra workload to Mr. Chuya when he goes to work in the morning or leaves work in the evening, but he came at noon this day.

And he pushed open the door loudly, as if he was about to say something annoying when he opened his mouth.

Inside, I was handing the bento box to Chuya-sama.

"Have you got fried shrimp today?" Nakaya-sama was very happy. After finishing speaking, he looked at Mr. Dazai who broke into the door, and his expression changed.

Mr. Dazai, who disturbed the atmosphere, blinked a kite-colored eye that was exposed outside, swallowed what he wanted to say, and expressed his dissatisfaction stickyly: "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? , Inoue."

Mr. Dazai, who came in a hurry, was directly under Inoue: "???"

Nakaya-sama blushed embarrassingly when the hated people saw it: "!!!"

As a subordinate, at this time, if you don't hold your respect, I am afraid that you will never eat the food I cook for the rest of your life.

So I calmly said: "Well, qualified subordinates are full-time and all-round."

Sorry Inoue, but in order to save Chuya-sama, I have to sacrifice you.