Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

"Cleaner."

From Jin Chen's obviously good-looking mouth, he uttered not-so-pleasant words.

Song Chubai froze in place on the spot.

"Cleaner?" He repeated, and then asked, "Where does it clean?"

"What's the plot?" Jin Chen adjusted his glasses, "Of course it's the toilet."

"Exactly, this hospital lacks a toilet cleaner."

His eyes fell on Song Chubai, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

"I think you are quite suitable."

Song Chubai: ...

No, he doesn't think so.

"I think I can do something else, what do you think?" He fought for his rights.

"I don't think you can do it." Jin Chen said condescendingly, "Cleaning the toilet is worth [-] yuan a month. Do you want to do it or not?"

"Do it, do it." Song Chubai complied helplessly.

A salary of [-] is much better than being an apprentice in a hair salon.

Only then did Jin Chen nod in satisfaction.

"You still need to rest for three more days, and after three days, you will officially start working."

After finishing speaking, he waved away Song Chubai's hand, turned around and walked out.

Halfway there, he paused and said lightly, "Take a good rest."

Then, he left the ward without a pause.

As soon as Jin Chen left, Song Chubai seemed discouraged, paralyzed on the bed, not wanting to move.

He will be cleaning the toilet in three days, and he feels sad just thinking about it.

But in front of money, he shamefully gave in. It was 1 yuan, and he would have to earn 1 yuan in four or five months.

While distracted, the mobile phone next to her suddenly rang.

Song Chubai came back to his senses, took the phone over, and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"Song Chubai, when will you pay back the money?" The voice over there was a little shrill and inexplicable, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Song Chubai took the phone away, rubbed his ears, and said slowly, "How much do I owe you?"

He doesn't have much memory of the original body, so he can only know from the background of the story that he probably owes his colleague 1 yuan, but because there are several colleagues, he doesn't know who the colleague who called him is, and he owes How much is he.

"Five thousand." The other side said angrily, "If you can't pay back the money, you can quickly go to the Moonlight Bar on Saturday."

"Huh?" Song Chubai's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes widened slightly, "Moonlight Bar?"

"Play stupid for me?" The other side sneered, "Didn't you promise well before? Let me tell you, don't give me a moth. If you don't come over on Saturday night, see how I will deal with you!"

After putting down the harsh words, the other side hung up the phone.

Song Chubai looked at the phone that was hung up, and thoughtful eyes flashed across his eyes.

"Well……"

He blinked, Saturday... Isn't that three days later?

In three days...he's going to start cleaning the toilets.

Cleaning the toilet started sooner than he expected. Three days later, early in the morning, Jin Chen sent someone to deliver the cleaner's work clothes. The blue work clothes were much more beautiful than the hospital clothes he was wearing.

There are not many cleaners in the hospital. After all, it is the No. [-] private hospital in Beijing, and the sanitation is definitely second to none.

Basically, each cleaner is only responsible for one floor, and the one assigned to Song Chubai is the floor where Jin Chen's office is located.

There are two toilets on this floor, located at both ends of the corridor, and there are only men's toilets.

There are only three offices on this floor, except for Song Chubai, the offices of the two vice presidents.

Under normal circumstances, no one would come to this floor. After a day, this bathroom might not be used once.

Knowing all this, Song Chubai suddenly felt that cleaning toilets was not a difficult task, and it was [-] yuan a month, where could he find a job with such a high salary and leisure time?

Early in the morning, Song Chubai disinfected the bathroom.Other than that, there wasn't much to clean up.

No one came here to use the toilet at all, and the wastebasket was so clean that there was not a single piece of paper in it.

Song Chubai was the only one on the whole floor, but he was bored to the core. Fortunately, there was still a mobile phone to play with.

Time flies, and it's five o'clock in a blink of an eye, and it's time to get off work.

According to the cleaning rules, Song Chubai needs to disinfect the bathroom again before leaving get off work.

So at [-]:[-], he held the disinfectant sprayer in his left hand and the mobile phone in his right hand. He slid his thumb across the screen of the mobile phone, and pressed the bottle cap with his left hand at the same time to start disinfecting. From time to time, he let out a smirk.

"Song Chubai!"

Song Chubai was startled by the sudden sound of an angry voice.

He raised his head, and saw Jin Chen standing in front of him at some point. He was wearing a black suit, his shoulders were already smudged, and even his hair had a few drops of water on it.

Song Chubai: ...

Oops, he seems to have made a mistake.

He put the phone behind his back as if to cover up, and smiled awkwardly: "Haha! Dean Jin, what a coincidence, hahaha!"

Jin Chenpi looked at him with a nonchalant smile, "It's quite a coincidence."

He glanced behind Song Chubai, "During working hours, you're not working hard, are you playing with your phone?"

"Haha!" Song Chubai laughed even more awkwardly.

What was even more embarrassing was that when Jin Chen was about to go to the bathroom just now, he was sprayed with disinfectant all over his body. He was so angry that he forgot that he was going to the bathroom.

then……

Song Chubai saw it.

However, his brain twitched, and he reminded: "Dean Jin, you didn't zip up."

Jin Chen's face darkened, pretending to be calm, he adjusted his glasses, but only the fingertips of the glasses trembled faintly.

"Get out." He finally couldn't bear it and opened his mouth.

"But I haven't finished the disinfection yet." Song Chubai said in a low voice.

The corner of Jin Chen's mouth twitched, "You have been fired."

He had a smile on his face, not a smile on the skin.

Song Chubai looked at Jin Chen in shock, "I...was I fired?"

"Of course." Jin Chen sneered, "Get out!"

Song Chubai said "oh", turned around silently, and walked out.

Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Jin Chen, and asked tentatively, "Then, do I need to return the overalls I'm wearing?"

Jin Chen who was about to go to the toilet: ...

"Get out!"

Before Jin Chen got mad, Song Chubai quickly slipped away.

While walking quickly, he muttered: "It's not too young, what are you afraid of?"

Jin Chen: ...

His face darkened completely.

After leaving the hospital, Song Chubai sighed deeply. He was fired on the first day of work. Sure enough, he was not suitable for work.

Seeing that it was almost six o'clock, and he had nowhere to go, Song Chubai decided to go to the Moonlight Bar.

After scanning the shared bicycle next to him and driving the navigation, Song Chubai rode the bicycle to the Moonlight Bar.

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the Moonlight Bar, Song Chubai rode a bicycle and stopped at the entrance.

The waiters at the door: ...

Do people really ride bicycles to bars these days?