The rich young master who was hugged wrong was reborn

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During the lunch break on this day, the project team collectively ordered takeaway, and continued to work in the office after a hasty shopping.

At this time, the working mode of 996 has not been directly proposed, and it is more like a hidden rule that everyone tacitly understands than a few years later.As an industry leader, Shengyuan's regulations are more flexible: as long as the tasks assigned to him are completed, they can leave.

The problem is, tasks can come at any time.Therefore, the essence of this regulation is to squeeze employees, which will attract a lot of complaints in the next few years.

Fortunately, Zhong Yi belongs to a relatively core group, with high wages, higher allowances, various benefits, and overtime subsidies.Qin Lou is also well versed in the way of painting cakes. He looks serious, but often after a morning meeting, all the team members are willing to work overtime for a week.Even if it was the original lunch break, he would finish his meal in a hurry, and then continue to compare various design drawings and Party B's data.

No way, the 80-month salary of the team next door at the end of the year is too tempting.

In such an atmosphere, Zhong Yi seemed a little out of place when he quietly went to the lounge to fish.

Zhong Yi sighed while receiving the tea.

Who would have thought that a few years later, he would be the famous "Zhong Papi".

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Many people think that when all kinds of corruption are exposed and officials are sacked, they are always caught off guard.

But in fact, if you go to the website of the relevant department, you can find many clues.

After Zhong Yi flipped through the bulletin board, he had a general idea of ​​what to do.If there is no accident, Chi Jun's uncle will indeed be implicated, but the impact is not great.Chi Jun's worries were mainly because this year was the last year of Cong Zhu's tenure.He doesn't have Zhong Yi's memory from the future, so he will worry about his uncle due to emotion and reason.

In fact, if Cong Zhu's incident in other provinces really happened, then his official career could be said to have come to an end.

Fortunately, Zhong Yi remembers very clearly that Cong Zhu will go smoothly for ten years before losing in the battle with his political opponents.At that time, old master Chi passed away, so Chi Jun was suddenly struggling.He spent that period of time with Chi Jun and was deeply impressed by the details.Now that he is reliving his life, among other things, he can at least give some hints to let Cong Zhu avoid many traps earlier.

The tea that I just picked up is already slightly cold.Zhong Yi put his finger on the wall of the cup, tested the temperature, and drank another cup.

Then he picked up the cup and slowly paced outside the lounge.

I thought: "I have to find a suitable time to comfort him."

To say it is "comfort" is actually to say many things in my memory from another angle.Nothing will happen out of thin air, and many tiny details can often hint at the final result.

He made up his mind and drafted a draft while walking.Halfway there, I met a colleague with straight eyes and fluttering steps.

Colleague: "Hi—"

Zhong Yi raised the cup in his hand to greet the other party.Then change to a brisk walk and quickly return to your own station.

… I am not used to touching fish once in a while.

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Before Zhong Yi really found the opportunity, he first signed a new contract with Mr. Zhang.At the same time, Shengyuan's order was officially put into production.Teacher Zhang took Zhong Yi to the factory to watch twice, and slowly told him a lot of relevant experience.Zhong Yi listened carefully and gained a lot.

The finished glass No. 183 looks plain, but in fact it is very particular about the production process.The first is the common steps, introducing and firing with quartz sand, and the molten glass flows out from the machine.The material is cut short with scissors, and the glass liquid cools and solidifies, and when it rolls down, it has become countless small balls.Going down, the ball enters the electric resistance furnace that Zhong Yi bought at a large price.

When it came out of the resistance furnace, the glass ball became a puddle of fragments and re-attached to one place.These sticky fragments are then smashed and immersed in a prepared corrosive solution to form micropores for adsorption.

This is the end.

In addition to the resistance furnace, the old friend also sent a few small crucibles. He also mentioned that he has a small ornament production line in another factory, and now he can't find anyone to take it over.This is a trivial matter. Since he decided to go abroad and sell his property at a discount, he didn't care about the loss.There is only one thing to worry about: there are a few master craftsmen with good crafts in the factory, and they can be regarded as his uncles.The old man is getting older, but he is full of energy, and he is responsible for checking the finished products on weekdays.I have been in the factory all my life, I have deep feelings and I am used to being busy.Hearing that production was going to be suspended, he came to him and asked if he could arrange a new position for himself.

And for nothing else.As I get older, I am used to being busy on weekdays, and when I am suddenly free, I always feel that something is wrong, and something is going wrong with my body.

The old friend asked Zhong Yi if he could temporarily arrange some old masters to him.

Zhong Yi nodded, and asked: "Since the masters are good at craftsmanship, can you give me some demonstrations?" Well, he saw some related artworks and had a new idea about the gift for Chi Jun.

The masters readily agreed.It's just that Zhong Yi didn't take the time, so the matter was shelved.

Today he and Mr. Zhang inspected the factory.In the scorching summer, even with the cooling equipment, the production room is still astonishingly hot.Fortunately, clean and clean, no dust.

Teacher Zhang sincerely said: "In this regard, the glass factory is better than the ceramic factory." The latter is also an important subject for students of the Department of Materials, "No powder, stay comfortably."

In his early years, he also did research on ceramics. In the past two years, he has devoted himself to glass.There is no way, as you get older, you have to think about your own body.After staying in this industry for a long time, I have seen too many occupational diseases.

Zhong Yi responded, recalling the various safety standards he had learned, silently checking all the way.

Teacher Zhang saw it, and said with a smile, "Don't worry? The security guards don't have nothing to eat. Besides, Gong Sun and the others helped to keep an eye on them. Yes, didn't you say you wanted to see Gong Sun and his skills before? How are you doing today?"

Zhong Yi counted the time and replied: "Okay."

The two turned around and went to the place where the small crucible was. It happened that several old masters had melted the material before.

After hearing Zhong Yi's intention, Master Sun took the blowpipe and blew out a bird on the spot.The bird's stomach is empty, and it is placed on the table. The sunlight shines through the glass, covering the bird with a layer of streamer.

Zhong Yi saw it in his eyes, and praised: "It's too delicate." After a pause, he asked, "Is there any technique for blowing this? Can I try it?"

Teacher Zhang stood beside Zhong Yi and said with a relaxed smile, "Have you never tried it in school before?"

Zhong Yi replied: "No." After all, the recipe he wrote earlier did not use a blowpipe.

Teacher Zhang said: "In this case, Sun Gong, can you teach us Mr. Zhong?"

Master Sun is approaching retirement age, with white hair on his temples, but he has a hearty smile.He took a new blowpipe, first instructed Zhong Yi how to hold it, and told: "It's very heavy, you have to hold it steady..." Zhong Yi can only be thankful that he has not neglected to exercise after work, and occasionally lifts weights, otherwise it would really be difficult. Feeling embarrassed, "Okay, the next step is to pick the ingredients."

Partly due to the heat in the room, and partly due to the weight on his hands, a little sweat fell from the corner of Zhong Yi's forehead.

He didn't care, still focusing on the liquid glass at the other end of the blowpipe.

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After half an hour.

Master Sun, several other senior masters in the room, and Teacher Zhang together: "Well——"

"It's still pretty creative."

"I haven't done it seriously before, so it's pretty good to be able to do this."

"I'm really interested, I can come and play often."

"Yeah, this kind of thing is always practiced."

Zhong Yi: "..."

He couldn't laugh or cry, picked up the four images he had blown up, and said: "Mr. Zhang, Sun Gong, Qian Gong, we don't have to be so polite. I will, um, come to practice when I find time."

Saying "four unlikenesses" is a bit flattering of that pile of things.

That night, Chi Jun passed by the living room and watched the coffee table for a while.

With a delicate expression, he asked Zhong Yi, "Is this a slime?"

Zhong Yi looked serious and nodded: "Yes."

Chi Jun seemed to be having a hard time finding a suitable expression, and after a long while, he choked out a sentence: "Your factory still produces this?"

Zhong Yi said calmly, "A few demos, just for fun."

Chi Jun: "Well, come on."

He was holding a cup of coffee and obviously had to rush to work in the evening.At this moment, we chatted a few words casually, and we were about to go to the room.

Zhong Yi could see that his eyes were slightly blue.

He suddenly said, "Chi Jun."

Chi Jun looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

The light in the room was not bright, but at this moment, Zhong Yi saw Chi Jun's eyelashes very clearly.Like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

He subconsciously wanted to look away, but his rationality took control of his body first, and he didn't make any actual or unnatural movements.

Still looking at Chi Jun naturally and normally, ignoring the momentary throbbing in his heart, he said, "Don't stay up too late at night."

"Well," Chi Jun smiled, her expression relaxed, "You too, go to bed early."

But this time, under his curved eyes, the faint blue was slowly but firmly imprinted in the bottom of Zhong Yi's heart.

When Chi Jun was regarded as a friend, it was not uncommon for the two of them to work overtime together, stay up late together, and stay up all night.In the past, Zhong Yi only said that he was ordinary, but now, he feels completely different.

It took him a moment to figure it out: So this feeling is just distressing.

Zhong Yi lowered his voice and said, "It's already August."

Chi Jun blinked slowly, obviously, fatigue made his thoughts much slower than usual.After Zhong Yi's voice fell, he paused for a few seconds before answering: "Ah, yes, we agreed to have dinner together earlier. Is there any restaurant you want to go to?"

Zhong Yi couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to put Chi Jun directly to sleep.But he understands that from his standpoint, this kind of thing can only be thought about and cannot be put into practice.

So he cut through the mess quickly, and wanted to end the topic, saving a second: "Your birthday, I'll treat you, and I'll book the store."

Chi Jun smiled sincerely and said, "Okay."

At this time, Zhong Yi felt that this was the end of the night.

But he woke up at night feeling thirsty.He touched the mobile phone on the bedside table and checked the time, it was past two o'clock in the morning.

After turning over twice on the bed, she got up resignedly, and was about to go to the living room to get a glass of water.

However, when he pushed open the bedroom door and raised his eyes, he saw a little fireworks on the balcony.

Zhong Yi suddenly woke up from his hazy drowsiness.It took him a while to see clearly: it was Chi Jun.

Chi Jun sat on the wooden floor of the balcony, with one leg bent, her elbow on her knee, and a cigarette between her index finger and middle finger.

It was lit, but not put in the mouth.

Just pinch it like that, and then look out of the window in a daze, absent-mindedly.

Outside the window is the constant light.

Zhong Yi held the doorknob with his hand, and all his internal organs were twisted at this moment.His heart beat faster, and the distant, rumbling thunder sounded in his ears again.He couldn't help feeling: If I didn't wake up tonight—

So is he missing something?

Everything seems to be destined by God.When Zhong Yi came back to his senses, he had already sat down beside Chi Jun.

He asked, "Do you have any more cigarettes? Give me one."

Chi Jun finally took a breath, but his lungs were not enough, and he exhaled a little smoke.

Through the cigarette, Zhong Yi saw his slightly lowered eyes.He opened his mouth to speak, his voice was hoarse and indistinctly lazy, and he said, "I haven't seen you smoke before."

Zhong Yi replied: "Let's go to each other, I haven't seen you smoke."

Chi Jun smiled lightly.This smile easily stopped the thunder in Zhong Yi's ears.

He supported the ground with one hand, and leaned towards Zhong Yi slowly and firmly.

Zhong Yi held his breath, only feeling that he had fallen into a foggy dream.

It's just that when the two of them were only half a fist apart, the dream suddenly woke up.

Chi Jun pressed her hand on the cigarette case beside Zhong Yi's leg, picked up the carton, and then sat back to her original position.

Zhong Yi suppressed his unspeakable disappointment.

Chi Jun took out one from the cigarette case and handed it to Zhong Yi.

Then he pinched the cigarette around his lips with his fingers, leaned against Zhong Yi again, and lit a fire for Zhong Yi.