Ding, your little fool is online

After seeing off the last table of guests, Zhang Yue immediately called overtime pay to all the employees, 150 per person.

"Yuan Xing, come, your overtime pay." Zhang Yue counted out a few bills and handed them to Yuan Xing, "Take it well and don't lose it."

Yuan Xing counted and found that there were three pieces of 100 yuan, and he was about to return one to Zhang Yue: "Sister Yueyue, how many of you..." Zhang Yue stuffed a mouthful of crispy corners before he finished speaking, and the rest Half a sentence immediately turned into "ahhhhhhh".

"Hush——" Zhang Yue knocked Yuan Xing on the head and lowered his voice, "Take it, the temperature will cool down immediately and buy a pair of thicker shoes. It's almost December and you still wear such thin sneakers. I don't know. Thought I was abusing employees."

"But..." Yuan Xing wanted to say something, but Zhang Yue immediately gave him another mouthful of crispy horns.

Zhang Yue couldn't refuse and said, "Take it, or my sister will be unhappy."

Yuan Xing had no choice but to accept Zhang Yue's kindness, carefully put it into the inner pocket of the down jacket, and patted it lightly a few times.

"That's good." Zhang Yue patted his head, afraid that he would feel burdened, "Sister knows your situation, so you don't have to excuse me in this situation~ I don't need to say this a second time so that you don't feel uncomfortable."

"Thank you sister Yueyue." Yuan Xing squeezed his eyes.

After arriving home, Yuan Xing lay down on the bed without taking off his clothes. He put his left hand in the pocket containing the overtime pay. He seemed to feel that it was a bit heavy, and he didn't lift it up for a long time.

Yuanxing's regular work and rest time is ten o'clock in the morning, but a phone call at nine o'clock the next day woke him up.

"Hi, hello, is this Mr. Motoko?"

"You, hello." Yuan Xing who just woke up rubbed his eyes, not sober.

"Mr. Yuan, we belong to the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation."

Hearing the words "Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation", Yuan Xing immediately regained his spirits, sat up despite wearing only a autumn coat, held the phone tightly, and listened carefully to the voice on the other end of the phone.

"That's right, Mr. Yuan, we checked your certificate information and found that the certificate you are holding is still the first-generation disability certificate. The application for the second-generation certificate will be closed at the end of next month. If it is overdue, it will affect you. Future life. I called you today because I hope that you can come to the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation as soon as possible to apply for a second-generation certificate with relevant materials."

The person on the other end of the phone talked a lot, and Yuan Xing tried his best to swallow it all. He just remembered to apply for the second-generation disability certificate as soon as possible.

So he hurriedly asked: "Then me, when shall I go?"

"It's due at the end of the year, so come and handle it as soon as possible."

Hanging up the phone, Yuan Xing squatted by the bedside table and dug out his first-generation certificates and previous materials. Among them was a medical judgment certificate. The diagnosis column read "Intellectual disability, diagnosed as moderately handicapped, level three, range 35~ 49."

Yuan Xing immediately recalled the past.

It is a watershed in a person's age. It seems that once the summer is over, young people who have nothing to do will become responsible adults in an instant, stepping into the ivory tower and starting a new life with a new identity.

However, Yuan Xing's life does not seem to be as perfect as imagined.

In the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, Yuan Xing also received an admission notice. Although it was not a particularly good university, it was still the pride of the whole family, and those who came with the notice were suffering one after another.

Because the mother couldn't stand his father's drinking and gambling all day long, and did nothing, she ran away from home the next day after Yuan Xing became an adult. The timing was so precise that it seemed that she had planned it for a long time.

After that, Yuan Xing developed a high fever for several days. The old man in the family was superstitious and fed him water mixed with incense ash. Yuan Xing, who was not treated in time, burned his brain and his IQ fell back to the level of a seven or eight-year-old child.

After the family fell apart, Yuan Xing also became what he called a "brain-damaged" and "fool". He had no chance to live in the ivory tower, so he had to leave home to work.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

The sudden knock on the door interrupted Yuan Xing's thoughts, he got up, stomped his numb feet, wrapped his clothes and opened the door.

"It's time to pay the rent." The landlord stood at the door with a small notebook in his hand, expressionless.

At the end of the month, it was time to pay the rent, Yuan Xing clenched his hands and asked, "How much is it?"

The landlord is a young man with yellow hair. He rolled his eyes: "I really have to tell you every time I come to your house, can't you remember? Two thousand a month, six thousand three months."

"Oh, okay, six thousand." Yuan Xing turned and entered the house, "Just wait a moment, if you feel cold, you can come in, I have hot water at home."

"No need." The landlord replied angrily, "Hurry up, I have to take in another family." Then he raised his eyelids, looked at the dilapidated decoration and furniture of Motoko's house with disdain, curled his lips, and muttered say something.

"There are 6000 yuan in it, you can count it." Yuan Xing handed over a thick envelope, which contained various denominations of RMB, ranging from one hundred to one yuan.

The landlord looked at the colorful bills in his hand very dissatisfied: "How old are you and you still use cash, can't you pay Gu Gu and Wei Gu Gu?"

"I didn't..." Yuan Xing nervously watched the landlord counting the money, for fear that he would miss it.

"No?" The landlord seemed to have seen the New World, "Then what do you use? Sending text messages?"

"Hmm..." Yuan Xing responded in a low voice.

Yuan Xing has a smart phone, although the model is old, but it has all the apps that Zhang Yue downloaded for him, but Yuan Xing never uses it. Short message.

As soon as the landlord left, Yuan Xing received a text message——

"Money for December."

He didn't save the sender's number, but the dense text messages can be seen on the screen, which proves that they have contacted many times, and each text message is very punctual and short, always at the end of the month, always a few months of money.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, typed a few words clumsily, and there were typos.

"I just taught about the money where I live, and I gave a lot of it. Grandma, wait for a few days."

After eating hot pot with Wu Xiaomao yesterday, Wang Yuyang went back to his rented single apartment. After arriving home, Wu Xiaomao was still frantically sending him WeChat messages.

Wu Xiaomao: Tomorrow morning at 10:30, we must come.

Wu Xiaomao: If you don't come, my company will go bankrupt!

Wu Xiaomao: Remember 10:30!In the morning, I asked all the staff to say hello to you! ! !

Wang Yuyang arrived at the door of Wu Xiaomao's company on time at 10:30, and found that the door of the company hadn't opened yet...

Sooner or later it will fail.

Wang Yuyang complained in his heart, knocked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit it, just after taking a puff, a girl ran to the door and swiped the door with the key card: "You are what Mr. Wu said yesterday, Mr. Wang , Wang Shi... Director Wang? I'm sorry I slept for 5 minutes longer."

Wang Yuyang immediately put out the cigarette, and smiled politely: "It's okay, girls have the right to sleep a little longer."

The girl blushed for a moment, took Wang Yuyang into the company, led him to the meeting room, poured water for him, and kept looking at the meeting room after returning to the front desk.

Around eleven o'clock, Wu Xiaomao's employees arrived one after another. Most of the company's employees are young women, so I saw a bunch of beautifully dressed young ladies sitting on the workstations, and glanced at the meeting room from time to time. Curious about this new director.

But in fact, Wang Yuyang just came to see him today. He didn't join the job at all. Wu Xiaomao called him so because he was afraid that someone would run away, so he wanted to trap him in advance.

But whether to live in a circle or not depends on Wang Yuyang's own mood.

At 11:30, Wu Xiaomao came late, Wang Jianyang saw him coming and made a gesture to leave.

Wu Xiaomao hurriedly stopped him: "Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, I was wrong, calm down."

Wang Yuyang smiled and said, "Is this the 10:30 you said? Take all the staff to say hello to me? Why don't you come at twelve o'clock? Why don't you come at all? The company will go bankrupt tomorrow."

"I just ate hot pot yesterday and went home to have diarrhea." Wu Xiaomao blocked the doorway as if he was afraid that Wang Jianyang would run away, "I'm going to tell you something serious!"

"Oh, I think you have diarrhea." Wang Yuyang sat back on the chair and looked at the time, "Please start your performance."

Wu Xiaomao's company was newly registered at the beginning of the year. It is mainly engaged in an entertainment app. It just raised its first round of funding a while ago, and now it can't wait to make some achievements to show investors' fathers.The last operations director resigned and went home to have a baby. The company can be without a president for a month, but it cannot be without a director for a day. Then Wu Xiaomao rushed to win over Wang Yuyang who had just resigned and returned from a trip.

"There is only one boy in the operation team, and the rest are beautiful girls." Wu Xiaomao patted his chest, "But the boy has a girlfriend, don't think about it, the other male employees are programmers and me who need group buying hair growth products. "

Wang Yuyang twitched the corner of his mouth: "Shut up, you."

After speaking, he got up, put on a refined smile, pushed open the door of the conference room and walked straight to the operation group.Not long after, the office of the operation group was filled with the laughter of the ladies and sisters. Occasionally, Wang Yuyang's voice could be heard, and his voice was very nice.

The girls in other groups bit their handkerchiefs angrily.

"What time is it?" Wang Yuyang seemed to have no intention of asking a girl in the group, "Is it time for dinner?"

"It's twelve o'clock, director, what do you have for lunch? Do you want to order takeaway together? There is a clay pot rice nearby that is very delicious. If two people order together, there is a full discount~"

Wang Yuyang looked at the watch on his wrist and raised his head: "Go out and eat, what do you want to eat, I will treat you today."

The girls in the group immediately cheered: "Let's eat hot pot, there are so many of us, hot pot is also warm!"

Wang who just ate hot pot yesterday: "..."

But he still had a smile on his face, nodded and said: "Okay, then let's go eat hot pot, girls put on their scarves, don't get caught in the cold outside."

The operation team walked through the company cheering, and the girls from other teams bit their handkerchiefs.

Led by the girl in the group, the group came to a relatively famous hotpot restaurant in the nearby business district. Wang Yuyang looked up and saw that it was the same hotpot restaurant from yesterday.

At noon, there were few people, so we took our seats without waiting. Wang Yuyang very gentlemanly let the girls sit on the warmer inner side, pressed the order button on the table, and turned to ask them if they had any food that they should not eat.

"I don't like spicy food, can we have two soup bases, director?"

"I have a slight seafood allergy, but I can eat shrimp."

While the girls were chatting, the waiter also came to the table.

A slightly familiar voice reached Wang Jianyang's ears, soft and sticky like a piece of warm cotton candy: "Hi, hello, I'm here to help you order."

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