Lou Cheng: Upstairs from the city

It's grown up lately.Still want a raise, no way!

Mr. Ming remained calm and secretly sentenced his subordinate "Qian" Tu to death without reprieve.

In the kitchen, Ah Cheng was still rolling out noodles, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he wiped his sweat with his sleeves from time to time.

One of Assistant Guo's main characteristics: self-familiarity.While the boss was back in the room, he took off his coat and went to the kitchen: "Ah Cheng, can you still do me a job?" Seems like a poor man.

Mingcheng glanced at Mian Pei on the chopping board, and said, "Should be enough." Of course, when he said this, he hadn't seen Assistant Guo's appetite...

Guo Tongxie, who is a dog, smells left and right, and feels more empty in his stomach.How can it be so fragrant!

The side dishes are prepared early, beef tendon, braised eggs and cold potato shreds.

It can't be enough to eat, Mingcheng took advantage of the cooking time to beat six eggs and spread the eggs.

Facts have proved that it is not enough to eat.

Assistant Guo's actions are precise and ruthless, and he will never give in to the boss at the dinner table.

"How can you eat so well!" Mr. Ming frowned, he hadn't eaten a few pieces of beef yet.

"You don't want to increase my salary, so I have to feed people." Assistant Guo, feeling aggrieved, finally muttered, "The richer you are, the more stingy you are."

Mingcheng in the kitchen really wanted to complain for himself, but he didn't eat.

Facts once again prove that one must not underestimate the boss's vindictiveness.

"Crazy Wang is out of the hospital, take a fruit basket tomorrow and have a look." Assistant Guo was kicked out.

Ming Cheng cleaned up the dishes and saw Ming Lou was still sitting at the dining table: "Aren't you full? Or, I'll do it again..."

"Okay", Mr. Ming nodded hastily, "You are hungry too, let's have dinner together."

...the employer and the housekeeper eat together!

Mr. Ming used to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, reading the newspaper while waiting for the chef's masterpiece, and never stepped forward to help.As for how much the newspaper read, it's really hard to say.

In 20 minutes, shredded pepper potatoes and stir-fried broccoli are served on the dinner table.The rice is stuffed in advance and prepared for yourself.

Mr. Ming looked up in the newspaper, not forgetting to comment on one or two "not bad", a word popped up in Chef Ming's mind: old fox.

After eating a meal, Minglou only moved a few chopsticks. "Can you drive?" He asked abruptly.

"Yes, but I don't have a car book." He drove a big truck back then, the kind that only drove in the countryside.

If you know how to drive, it’s easy to do without a car. Boss Ming knew it well: “There’s another car in the garage, tail number 701. If you’re not busy, go and touch the car.”

No reason was given.

"...Okay", Mingcheng swallowed the rice, and pressed that point of curiosity.I haven't touched the car for a long time, and my hands are a little itchy.Many years ago, I was having dinner with the owner of the restaurant. Halfway through the car, the owner of the car suddenly suffered from stomach cramps. Under the guidance of the owner, Ming Cheng drove to the hospital in one breath.In the middle of winter, when he was sent to the operating room, he realized that he was completely drenched.

"You don't eat carrots?" The interrogative sentence was affirmative.Authentic Lanzhou ramen must have white radish, and Chef Ming has never used carrots in his previous dishes.

Clasping the chopsticks, Mingcheng hurriedly promised: "Sorry, I will pay attention next time."

"It's okay, you look uncomfortable, don't force yourself." Mr. Ming waved his hands and got up, "I'll go to the study and make a cup of tea later."

The Ming family administrator has taken an important step towards the broad road of the universal assistant!

congratulations! ——Comment by Mr. Ming.

It's pathetic! —— Assistant Guo's language.

Chapter 6

Knocking on the door lightly with his fingers, Ming Cheng entered the study with a teacup in hand.

the first time.

The study is an important place, tidying up the room, the master never leaves others.

Mr. Ming is at the desk, looking at the documents.Lifting the teacup that Ming Cheng had just put down, he took a sip, "Have you changed the tea?"

"You just finished drinking Xinyang Maojian. Mr. Guo said that it will be delivered tomorrow. This is the jasmine flower I usually drink. If you are not used to it, I will pour a glass of boiled water."Mingcheng didn't dare to glance randomly, his eyes only fell on the desk, and naturally, he saw the two photos.

Minglou didn't take it seriously, "It's good to change the taste. You tell Xiao Guo that you will also send half a catty of jasmine tea tomorrow. I haven't drank it for a long time."He grew up in the imperial capital, so of course he also drank jasmine, and he had tasted the cheapest high-sui, which looked very good when brewed in a large glass, and the common name was "Gypsophila".

"understood".

"By the way, I have a lot of books. Is there anything you want to read?" Mr. Ming changed the subject with ease.

"Thank you sir," Ming Cheng walked to the towering bookcase.

There are so many books, half of which are in foreign languages.Mingcheng only knows English and French. He once worked part-time as a cleaner in a language school. When cleaning the classroom, he saw those strange French letters on the whiteboard.

In the room, there is only the sound of flipping through books and writing pens, as if returning to the era of schooling.

Minglou lost his mind for a moment.

"The river and the sea are quiet, and the cars and books are confused." In the revolutionary era, countless martyrs threw their heads and blood, and I am afraid that this is what they are asking for.

Mingcheng brought two copies: "Introduction to World Economy" and "Jiaxu Benzhiyanzhai Re-evaluation of Stones (Photocopy)", "Sir, I would like to borrow these two".

"If you have any questions, you can ask me."

"Thank you", Mingcheng exited the room with a little joy in his steps.

Mr. Ming withdrew his gaze, the document in front of him was dull.

It was a little accident that he chose these two books.

"Introduction to World Economy" is an exam book.Assistant Guo showed his courtesy to the prospective girlfriend who was taking the postgraduate entrance examination, but in the end, it was too expensive.In line with the principle of waste utilization, the increasingly courageous Assistant Guo borrowed flowers and presented Buddhas to the boss.Speaking of which, Assistant Guo has worked for the Ming family for nearly 10 years.

"Jiaxu Benzhi Yanzhai Re-evaluation of Stones (Photocopy)" was left by Mr. Hu Shi at that time, and it is also the earliest manuscript manuscript of "Dream of Red Mansions". The full text is only [-] chapters, which can be called a fragment.

The two books that are irrelevant, Ming Jiazheng, is really a good boy who loves to learn.That's right, he had good grades in high school, and if there hadn't been an accident, he would have entered the university campus.

A week later, Ming Zheng, the eldest sister of the Ming family, returned to the imperial capital.

Mr. Ming went to the airport to meet him in person, and the driver was Ming's housekeeper.

Sister Ming is full of aura, she does not show her prestige, a real queen is here.Seeing that the driver was unfamiliar, he asked his younger brother, "Are you scolding Xiao Guo again?"

Mr. Ming opened the door, bent his body slightly, and acted like a standard younger brother: "I will definitely reflect on it when I go back, why did I get such an impression in the mind of my eldest sister?"

"Slick tongue", Sister Ming raised her legs and got into the car.

Bentley Cayenne, when the door is closed, the outside noise suddenly disappears.

"I haven't introduced it to my eldest sister yet. This is Ah Cheng. I will see you often in the future."

"Hello Chairman Ming," Ming Cheng nodded in greeting.

The car drove onto the airport expressway very smoothly.This week, Mingcheng drove every day, except for a few routes designated by Mr. Ming, he traveled most of the imperial capital and was familiar with the roads.

How can you say driving without a license!The next day, Assistant Guo delivered the driver's license to the door.

"Xiao Guo's parents are here, no matter how tough I am, I have to let him entertain my parents with colorful clothes."

"Don't come here," Ming Zheng took off his sunglasses, "You know the general manager is used to bullying people, if one day you run Xiao Guoqi away, I won't agree."

"What the eldest sister said is true," Minglou said again and again, with an attitude comparable to that of a three-good student: "But this time I was really wronged. Xiao Guo's father fainted a while ago, and their hometown hospital couldn't find out the problem. No, Received Beijing to do a detailed inspection. I asked him to stay with his family in a down-to-earth manner, and wait for the results before we talk.”

"You can't be careless about getting sick, you have to choose a top-tier hospital."

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged. After the Chinese New Year, the eldest sister will give Xiao Guo an extra red envelope, that's all."

"Yeah, time has passed, Xiao Guo has been here for ten years now."

Assistant Guo's family background is mediocre, and the first part-time job he did after he passed the college entrance examination in Beijing was to work for Ming's - to pick up food for white-collar sisters.

When he saw Ming Zheng, he also called him "big sister".

Mingzheng lives in the Ming family's old house in the capital, a courtyard near the West Sea.Shichahai not far to the southeast is a well-known scenic spot, full of people's voices every day, the surrounding area of ​​the West Sea is relatively quiet, a good place to find some tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.

A very neat girl came out of the yard. She was young, she wore a ponytail, and she looked neat and tidy: "Eldest sister has been away for many days, but she is back." The full-time nanny of the Ming family: Chen Xiang.

"Do you miss me, or do you want a present?" Ming Zheng stepped across the threshold.

"All want!"

Ming Cheng carried his suitcase and followed Ming Lou into the door.

The quadrangle courtyard with two entrances is nearly 300 square meters, and it may be priceless in the market.

Ming Lou accompanied the eldest sister to the ancestral hall in the backyard first, and Ming Cheng followed Ah Xiang into the kitchen.

Ah Xiang is from Sichuan. She never slacks in her work and is very neat. The most rare thing is that she is not dazzled by the bustling city.

This Sichuan girl also has good cooking skills, but unfortunately, she can't learn the pasta in the north, and the troublesome cooking of soup and porridge is also mediocre.Ming Lou asked Chef Ming to come over and give some advice.

"Brother Ah Cheng is so handsome today!" One of Ah Xiang's great strengths is that she never hesitates to praise others.

Mingcheng was a little embarrassed, the girl in front of him would be bright when given some sunshine, and after a few days of getting along, he became less nervous, and occasionally, he could chat a few words. "Where, where".

"Clothes make a man, brother Acheng's coat today is [-] times stronger than the down jacket he wore earlier! How many girls will be fascinated by walking on the street."

Casserole porridge is being cooked on the stove, and the aroma is overflowing, drifting along the courtyard to the street.

Mingcheng was embarrassed and wiped the back of his head.

The black wool coat on his body was given by Assistant Guo. He only said that he had been gaining weight recently, and that a well-made coat was tight, and he asked Ah Cheng not to mind.

How could Mingcheng mind, this coat is brand new at all.His high school tuition fees for three years were all earned by working in a quilt factory during the winter and summer vacations. He could tell whether he had worn it by touching the fabric.

You don't need to guess to know that the coat was given by Assistant Guo.

He couldn't figure out why the big boss would bother to give him things, maybe he was thinking too much.

Chapter 7

In the ancestral hall in the backyard, the two siblings of the Ming family kowtowed and offered incense as usual.

In the past, every living being was finally turned into a few big characters on the tablet.

Respecting the ancestors, the two sisters and brothers entered the main room to talk,

The backyard is the inner house, the main room is Ming Zheng's suite, the east wing is reserved for Ming Lou, and the west wing is used as an ancestral hall.

In front of the elder sister, Ming Lou will always be the younger brother.Such chores as making tea and pouring water are naturally the job of little brother Ming.

Let's talk about the business first, Ming Lou explained the company's big and small things, and Ming Zheng listened carefully, inserting one or two from time to time.No matter how lazy she is, there must be a limit, especially at the end of the year, if she does not show up on many occasions, outsiders will definitely think that there is a rift between the Ming family siblings.

"You know very well what kind of temperament the Wang family has. If you want to cooperate with their family, isn't it just seeking skin from a tiger!" Ming Zheng was displeased.

Ming Lou hurriedly comforted him: "Sister calm down, listen to me first", and offered a cup of tea, "Wang Fuqu made a mistake in his decision-making, and his family will lose sooner or later, but those two lands are in a perfect location, if I don't want them, why not?" It’s not cheap anymore, Crazy Wang!”

Elder sister Ming squinted at younger brother: "Let me ask you, do you still miss Wang Zhongqiu?"

"No way", Ming Lou almost raised his hand to assure the great man, "In the past few years, I have never had any contact with her. Besides, there are tons and tons, and someone in our family will always inherit it. Marriage is just a matter of fate."

"Nonsense, you're only so old, you can't be a bachelor for the rest of your life."

"Then the eldest sister will find a brother-in-law for the younger brother first."

In a word, Mingzheng was so choked that she couldn't refute, she herself was prepared to never marry, but she always hoped that her younger brother would have a harmonious husband and wife and a happy family.

"I can't control you anymore. You can handle the company's affairs as you see fit. The eldest sister doesn't feel sad when she is alone, but our family must be a normal person, right?"

Just blame this era, the changes are so fast that people are caught off guard.Wealthy, but it is difficult to find the affection of elders, just like their parents, they fell in love at first sight, and never thought of separating after marriage.Unlike the instant love of today, the love of that era was mostly pure and true, which is enviable.

"My eldest sister knows me and doesn't care about marriage."

Mingzheng knew that Minglou really didn't care about marriage. This younger brother was born with a cold temper and was polite to everyone, but he never cared about anyone except his own family.

Maybe, fate hasn't arrived yet.

"By the way, are you planning to release Xiao Guo?" Minglou likes to play chess, and he does things just like playing chess, preparing several moves in advance.

Minglou refilled the teapot: "I can't hide it from my eldest sister, I have this plan. But, don't worry. After two years, when he can take charge of his own affairs, let's talk about it."

"Then this Ah Cheng..."

"Ah Cheng doesn't have a high degree of education, but he has rich experience. He is able to endure hardships. It is very suitable for him to be an assistant."There are also many kinds of assistants. They can only talk about business affairs, or they can become the boss's confidant.

Guo Feng graduated from a prestigious school with a major in business administration, and sooner or later he will take care of one side.It is inevitable that another person will be chosen to replace him, Ming Lou is now planning for the future.This assistant must be sincere.

"He looks stable and has a good temper", this is Ming Zheng's first impression of Ming Cheng, "Have you checked the background?" As a big sister, it is inevitable to worry a little bit.

"Don't worry, I've checked, there's no problem. It's rare, he's still a master chef, and I'll try his craft later."

"Where did you find it?"

"Thanks to Xiao Guo," Mr. Ming showed his signature smile, comparable to an old fox.

Ming Mansion frequently changed housekeepers, Assistant Guo simply checked all the employee files of the housekeeping company, and finally selected Mingcheng.Assistant Guo said that eyes cannot deceive people, Mingcheng's eyes are clear, he has a story but still has a kind heart.

Guo Tongxie, are you sure this is looking for a housekeeper...

For dinner, the siblings of the Ming family dined in the backyard.Mingcheng and Axiang settled in the front yard.

In the evening, the north wind picked up again, and the weather forecast said that there would be gale force five or six tonight.

At 21:[-], the Bentley Cayenne returned to the mansion.

As usual, Ming Lou went into the study, and Ming Cheng went to make tea, the top-quality jasmine tea, which was strong and hinted at the soft fragrance of green tea, and Ming Lou ordered it on his own initiative.

When Ah Cheng entered, Mr. Ming had just finished answering the phone when he threw the phone on the table with a bang.After that, he didn't say a word, just staring at the old black and white photos.

He was obviously angry, but he couldn't even bear the anger.

"Sir, have a cup of tea."

The room is fragrant.

Ming Lou took two sips, "The diplomas from this prestigious school are becoming less and less valuable," his tone was the same as usual, without any ups and downs.

I don't know who it's referring to...

"Maybe, more and more people are going to college, maybe, the level has dropped a bit." Ah Cheng stood neatly by the desk, wearing a thick sweater over a white shirt. He was afraid of the cold.

"College entrance examination, what major did you apply for?" Mr. Ming asked.

"... Accounting", Ah Cheng answered truthfully.

"Have you passed the exam?"

Ah Cheng lowered his eyes, "admitted", and he is still a major in accounting at a key university.

He thought that the other party would ask more questions, but there was no more text.

Mr. Ming changed the subject again: "Do you want to continue studying?"

"I'm 28 and have a family to support. And, even if you read it..."

"Do you want to work in Ming's?"

"Ah?"

Ming Lou got up, walked in front of Ah Cheng, put his hands behind his back, and lowered his head slightly: "If there is an opportunity in front of you, are you willing to study, and then serve the Ming family for the rest of your life!"

Ah Cheng raised his head in shock, his big eyes widened, did the sky fall...

Ah Cheng's eyes can talk... Mr. Ming narrowed his fox eyes, "Tomorrow morning, I want the answer", turned around, and returned to the desk.

Ming Cheng, who usually sleeps on the bed, suffers from insomnia.

What does Mr. Ming mean to send him to study and then serve the Ming family for life?

What can he, a 28-year-old youth, do?

He has long passed the golden age of learning, but the Ming family definitely has no shortage of talents, why should he?

Could it be... can't be... can't be...

Ah Cheng tossed and turned, baking pancakes on the single bed.

In a daze, I went back to the year I graduated from high school.

He was the only witness to a tragic car accident. He came forward to testify, but he lost his chance to go to college. The person who hit him was the only son of the principal of that key university.Not long after, Grandma Ming En, the head of the orphanage where he was raised, passed away. Ah Cheng used the money he saved to buy a cemetery for his grandma.

After ten years of working part-time, seeing all the eyes of rich people, Ah Cheng doesn't care, but what can he do?

The male employer thought he had a good skin and was afraid of seducing his young wife, so he framed him for stealing, so he could only turn around silently.

When he went to ask for wages in the twelfth lunar month, he was so cold that he lost consciousness, but the boss ran away.

Winter is long and hardest.

Ming Cheng always comforted himself, perhaps, this is fate, and it cannot be controlled at all.

But Mr. Ming...would he lie to him...

Should he agree?

There is a photo frame on the small desk: a photo of Ah Cheng and his grandma Ming En, taken in the Summer Palace.

Grandma, Ah Cheng wants to bet on this...

Chapter 8

At 5:30, Mingcheng got up on time, his eyes were black and blue.

When the lights were turned on, the kitchen was filled with a soft yellow.

Ah Cheng put on an apron to wash rice and cook porridge, knead dough and steam flower rolls.

At 6:00, Ming Lou got up.There is a glass of honey lemonade on the dining table in the living room, warm, prepared by Ah Cheng.

There are probably not many men who are naturally willing to work with pots and pans all day long, but Ah Cheng is in the kitchen, day after day, earnestly doing such a job to earn a living.

As soon as those words came out last night, Ming Lou was a little surprised. He originally wanted to investigate for a while.

He was not sure whether Ah Cheng, who was busy in the kitchen, could be an excellent assistant. It was obvious that Ah Cheng's character was not suitable for fighting in the mall.But he hoped that Ah Cheng would get out of the room and do more things; that Ah Cheng should go and see the great world; most importantly, he wanted someone to accompany him for the rest of his life.

Grandpa Minglou has his Ah Cheng, and Ming Lou also wants to have an Ah Cheng.

Whether he is black-bellied or sinister, he just wants to have someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, but who will never leave him; Excellence, but only him in my heart.

Minglou, who has always adhered to the principle of materialism, felt his heart skip a beat the moment he first saw the "Mingcheng" on the paper, and he couldn't breathe because of something.

Is it somewhere, destined by the sky?

His Ah Cheng is back.

At 7:15, the well-dressed Mr. Ming strolled into the restaurant.

White rice porridge, minced meat rolls, fried eggs, tofu with sauce and small pickles, a common breakfast in the north.

"Sit down and eat together".Mr. Ming drinks porridge.

"...Okay", Ah Cheng went back to the kitchen, taking only a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Mr. Ming stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a small minced meat roll, which tasted like meat dragon, not bad.

Fried eggs, medium rare, Mr. Ming's favorite.

Sauce tofu, made by Wang Zhihe, is an industrial product with added preservatives, but the taste is not so delicious, or, let Ah Cheng try it next time?

Unexpectedly, he met Ah Cheng's big eyes, talking eyes, showing a bit of uneasiness, "Why, don't you want to eat?" The porcelain bowl in front of Ah Cheng was empty.

"Sir, I..."

"9:30, report to Xiao Guo." Mr. Ming lowered his head to drink porridge, covering the corner of his mouth... twitching.How could the olive branch offered by him Minglou be rejected!Even if the other party doesn't agree, he still has a hundred ways to make the other party agree!

"Sir, are you sure I will agree?"

"Why don't you agree?" asked a rhetorical question.

Immortal Ming pinched his fingers, and the probability of Ah Cheng nodding was ninety-nine percent.He's □□, A's honey.Such an attractive opportunity, even if they know it is a trap, [-]% of people will jump into it without hesitation.He is betting on human nature, Ah Cheng also hopes to get ahead.

"When do I go to school?"

I'm really anxious, "Let's spend the new year steadily, and don't think that you don't need to cook after entering the Ming family."It takes more work for those who are capable, Ming Lou managed to find a chef, how could he waste it!

"...?!" It means that you can still live in the Ming Mansion!

Hey, Mingcheng Children's Shoes, who grew up under the red flag, obviously lacks experience in fighting against the enemy.I thought I could save money on renting a house, but I didn't realize that what I lost was a lifetime.

How to say that sentence, it was sold and paid for.

Alas... Ah Cheng children's shoes, you really can't blame others.

Chapter 9

I heard that Ming's housekeeper is going to become his colleague, the driver Assistant Guo, and he is in a bad mood.

So what, did he fall out of favor... Did he fall out of favor before he was favored... Could his good wish for a salary increase still come true...

"President Ming..."

"Make a mistake again, Ming is always the big sister", Ming Lou in the back seat still closed his eyes and rested.

Assistant Guo became more and more anxious: "Yes, yes, yes. Boss, how should Ah Cheng's salary be determined? There must be a level set by HR."In such a huge group, the employees are of different ranks.

"It's up to you".

Four words!

Just four words!

No more text!

What do you mean?

Assistant Guo was immediately discouraged.

Is this the difference between a culinary expert and a kitchen idiot?

Could it be that he was a gift from the boss for buying a recharge card...

"You are not young anymore, after two years, go out to exercise."

I wipe!Assistant Guo revived with full blood, "Thank you, boss! The villain must do his best..."

"Don't just die, the Ming family doesn't have your tablet."Ming Lou opened his eyes and looked out of the car window.

The bus station on the side of the road is crowded with lively faces.Both locals and foreigners have to work hard in this big city full of steel and concrete.

Every minute, someone leaves and someone comes in.Exhaustion, disappointment, frustration, pain, and then numbness.It seems that there are many opportunities, but one stepping stone can turn away many people.

He gave Ah Cheng a chance.Whether he can grasp it depends on Ah Cheng himself.

The word "report" in Chinese often means going through various inexplicable procedures.

Mingcheng reported for duty, causing a small... commotion.

Assistant Guo led the person in person, the most important thing is that he is one in a thousand handsome guys.

If you use the words in the history books, Ah Cheng is "beautiful in appearance, bright in eyes and sparse in eyebrows", which is even rarer and has a clean temperament.

In just half an hour, all the white-collar workers on the 36th to 38th floors knew that a handsome guy with an unpredictable background had arrived in the general manager's office.

Ah Cheng, who was sweating and trembling when he saw a female creature, hid in the men's bathroom, but a soft fat man squeezed in, "Which group are you from, why don't you wear a uniform?" The fat man's voice was quite loud and his momentum was like a rainbow.

"Sorry, I just came to report."

"Be careful next time, come here quickly, there is a shortage of manpower."

After realizing it later, Ming Cheng followed the fat man downstairs, changed the light bulb after repairing the water pipe, and delivered the food after carrying the bucket.After two hours, I was sweating profusely.

In the end, the fat brother patted Ah Cheng's shoulder with his fat big hands, very satisfied: "Young man is not bad, once the probationary period is over, I will give you a salary increase. From now on, I, Fatty Zhou, will cover you!"

It turned out that this person was the Director of Engineering + Logistics Department: Zhou Damin.

After working as a spare tire engineer + deputy director of the logistics department for N+1 years, there is only a big embarrassment left on his face. Their boss has watched too many Hong Kong movies.

Assistant Guo behind him was full of laughter. He looked for Mingcheng for half an hour.

Assistant Guo rushed to the underground garage to accompany the boss to the birthday banquet.On the way, I told my boss how I was looking for Mingcheng. When I mentioned what Zhou Damin said, Mr. Ming smiled, and there were a few beautiful wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

Zhou Damin is not afraid of offending people, and the backstage is too hard. Offending him is easy to please but difficult to please. It is really a surprise for Ah Cheng to be praised by Fatty Zhou.

The birthday banquet is held in the courtyard, which is separated from the Ming family's old house by an alley.

The protagonist of the birthday banquet is an old man over seventy years old. He is honored as "Uncle Li" in the industry and can be regarded as a leader in the financial industry.Because Gaotang is still alive, I never live too long. Every year on my birthday in the lunar calendar, I set up a few tables to entertain relatives and friends.

Ming Zheng, the elder sister of the Ming family, came to celebrate her birthday.

Also came, and Wang Changfeng.

If Lou is a poisonous snake, then Wang Changfeng must be a poisonous scorpion.Let's see who is more poisonous than who.

Next to Wang Changfeng was a young man with a typical Shanghainese appearance.Assistant Guo had already found out that Crazy Wang hired a new expert to manage the venture capital business. He came from a famous American imperial school and came back from Wall Street. His name was Yue Ting.

"This surname is also rare," Mr. Ming pretended to be an expert on surnames.

Assistant Guo really wanted to roll his eyes: "Your family name is Riyueweiming, it's not the moon of the moon, it's Yue Fei's Yue."

Mr. Ming suddenly realized, took the wine glass, straightened his body and walked towards Crazy Wang: "Mr. Wang, don't come here without any problems." Assistant Guo, who had no choice but to keep up, wailed in his heart, the gods fought and the people suffered.

"President Ming looks good," Wang Changfeng toasted, "I would also like to thank Xiao Guo for coming to see me."

Assistant Guo said that he was shot while lying down. He worked for the boss, but he would be scolded by the lunatic Wang so much that he wanted to throw himself into the Miluo River.

These two people, can they look like big bosses!

"Xiao Guo's entry into the industry is still short, Mr. Wang, don't worry about it."

"I'm not interested in people who discipline others."

"The king is always interested in..."

"Speaking of which, General Manager Ming and I have very different ways of doing things, but we can reach the same goal by different routes, and there will always be some competition. General Manager Ming, you must be ready."

"Don't worry Mr. Wang, I'm always ready."

The eyes of the two of them intertwined. If it was a man and a woman, they might be said to be flirting, but the two of them are notorious rivals. If their eyes could turn into blades, they would have stabbed each other ten times.

"I remember that the general manager Ming can paint, but his painting skills can't be up to the level, which is the level of street painters."

"I also remember that Mr. Wang loves photography. Unfortunately, he can only photograph third-rate stars, not a professional photographer. The photographic equipment is not cheap. Mr. Wang, why don't you change your hobby."

"As a person, I have no advantages, but I like to persevere."

"When God opens a window, he always closes another window. If it doesn't change, how do you know if that window is closed?"

Assistant Guo couldn't help sighing, and suddenly saw Yue Ting on the opposite side, who was also holding back a smile, and the two had a tacit understanding.

Two big bosses, childish ghosts!

Not long after, Uncle Li, the birthday star, appeared.

The 71-year-old man is hale and hearty. He has been used to it for many years. He always has a cropped head and a Chinese tunic suit. He looks like an old school teacher.His life is also very legendary.Three ups and downs, sincerity and filial piety, during the catastrophe, in order to protect the old mother, his arm was broken alive.

Minglou's grandfather, Mingguo, returned to China in 1976. At that time, Minglou and Mingcheng had not recovered their reputations, but they were allowed to recuperate in Beijing, and it was Uncle Li who took care of daily life.The two families have known each other for 40 years, which can be regarded as a good family.

Uncle Li only had one son when he was nearly forty years old. The child disappeared when he was 3 years old. Since then, he has never been heard from.

Ming Lou couldn't help turning his head to look at Yue Ting, if Uncle Li's child was still there, he should be at such an age.

Birthday banquet, eat until 3 pm.

Mingzheng wanted to make friends, so Minglou went straight back to the mansion.The company also has three vice presidents, so there is no need for him to do everything by himself.

When the car entered the basement, Assistant Guo seemed hesitant to speak.

"Say!" Mr. Ming spoke.

"Every time you and Crazy Wang meet, sparks hit the earth. As a subordinate, I strongly suggest that you and Crazy Wang, can you act like a boss!"

"Which restaurant do you eat! It's not me arguing with him, why don't you talk about him!"

"I..." Assistant Guo was dumb, he didn't dare to provoke that lunatic, and his boss became naive for no reason when he met him.The two of them didn't even realize they were arguing, and they were watching a play by the side.

"Crazy Wang is right in his words. This discipline should be cleared up." Mr. Ming stepped out of the car and got out of the car, leaving Assistant Guo with a surprised face to clean up the discipline... When did Crazy Wang say...

Ming Lou, who was walking towards the elevator, suddenly saw another scene in front of his eyes: an elderly man walked towards the door, brushed his hair, and asked, "How's the hairstyle?"

The man in the brown suit joked, "It really looks like a traitor."

The elder stared at each other's eyes: "You are becoming more and more unruly."

"I'm just being honest."

"It seems that I want to learn from my eldest sister, and I have to clean up my family tradition."

The door opened, and the spotlight flashed non-stop. The two walked out of the room one after another, with treacherous faces on their faces, like traitors and national thieves.

Chapter 10

DuangDuangDuang several times, Mr. Ming returned to reality.The sound came from the... kitchen of the mansion.

Ah Cheng is chopping meat.

Isn't there a minced meat seller?Mr. Ming was puzzled, but he didn't ask, and went straight into the study to deal with official business.

However, the sound of DuangDuangDuang in the kitchen was endless, louder than louder.

What's going on here?

Mr. Ming didn't bother him, stood at the door of the study and raised his voice: "Are you chopping meat or chopping people!"

Ah Cheng turned his head, his eyes were foggy, and seeing Ming Lou, he was quite surprised: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were back." He hurriedly cleaned up the meat on the vegetable pier, where there was no meat stuffing, it was clearly chopped into minced meat.

Seeing this, Ming Lou's little anger disappeared. Has he been wronged in the company? "For dinner..."

"Dumplings, pork with fennel".

"...Okay", in fact, he prefers pork with leeks, but unfortunately, the taste is too strong, it can kill people.If he speaks out, it will always damage his glorious image as a big boss, and he is inexplicably low.

Everyone in the north knows that making dumplings is the most suitable for the whole family, and it is absolutely fun.

But Mr. Minglou will never help in the kitchen. The kitchen space is cramped, so Ah Cheng simply puts a chopping board on the dining table for six people, rolls out dough, and makes dumplings.

To paraphrase Mr. Ming's words, Ah Cheng has also lost his temper recently.

The thirsty Mr. Ming came out to refill the water. Of course, he wanted the Ming family's administrator to do it for him, but Ah Cheng's hand was full of flour, and the four characters "heavy mind" were written on his forehead, so Mr. Ming had to rely on himself.After that, I didn’t go back to the study, but sat on the sofa with my legs crossed, reading Le Monde Diplomatique, a slightly esoteric French weekly newspaper.This issue focuses on the situation in Ukraine.

Mr. Ming's sitting posture is very elegant, like a leading actor in a movie, he has captivated many Chinese and foreign female compatriots, from eighty to seven or eight years old.

It's just that Ah Cheng is not a nymphomaniac, and he has other things on his mind. He only has dumplings in his eyes, so he doesn't have the leisure to admire his employer's graceful sitting posture like a peacock.

Fragrant, really fragrant.

Why are the dumplings so fragrant without cooking? What's in the stuffing?

Mr. Ming, who was always hungry at banquets, couldn't sit still. He changed his legs and leaned towards the restaurant calmly. The newspaper lowered a few inches, and then raised his head slightly. In front of him was Ah Cheng who was rolling out dumplings. look.

The bowl that holds the noodles is made of rough porcelain. Does the mansion have such porcelain bowls?Mr. Ming was very suspicious.However, this mansion used to be an occasional stay. It seems that when Ah Cheng came, he only came back every day.

Ah Cheng's hands are very beautiful, with distinct joints. If they are properly maintained, they would be "fingers like peeling onion roots", but after years of hard work, his ten fingers and palms are covered with calluses and rough.

Another day, send a bottle of men's hand cream?Mr. Ming thought so.

The chiming clock in the corner of the living room announced the time, exactly 5:[-] pm.

Ah Cheng has already made a table full of white and fat dumplings.

How much did he pack...

Mr. Ming finally put down the newspaper, pretended to be an inspection, and entered the restaurant, "Is there enough for the family?"

The so-called household refers to the money for buying vegetables and daily necessities, which is placed in the iron box on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

"enough".Concise and clear in one word.The employer is lazy, and he only puts thousands of dollars in the iron box at a time, which is enough to spend N months.

"Have you paid the heating fee and property fee?"

"Handed over", two words.On the second day after he moved into the mansion, Assistant Guo gave him an envelope and paid the fee. He paid the heating bill before November 11th and gave him cooking oil. The aunt who paid the fee took extra care of him and gave him an extra barrel.Ah Cheng left, and the last person who came in and paid the toll got "bad news": he ran out of gas.

"That's it..." It seemed that there was nothing to say.Of course, Mr. Ming couldn't be bothered by this: "How do you spend the Chinese New Year?"

Ah Cheng's hands froze, and the vegetable oil in the filling flowed out of the dumplings.

It's almost New Year's Eve, his least favorite Chinese New Year.On New Year's Eve of the past ten years, he was either alone or with his colleagues who couldn't go home from other places. Obviously, he was also from the imperial capital.

Ah Cheng is homeless.

"I never thought about it," Ah Cheng hurriedly salvaged the dumpling in his hand.

Mr. Ming touched his nose, "There are so many, enough for a week."

Not to mention, Ah Cheng really had no idea how many dumplings he had made.At a glance, the table is full.