luck on thursday

He thought he was thinking too much, so he took out the car keys from his pocket, and when he looked up, a figure flashed by the back door of the parking lot, and with a heavy bang, the back door was closed.

After several supporting pillars, Borg didn't see who it was.

Probably the maintenance staff here, Borg didn't think too much, bent down to twist the handlebar, suddenly the back of his head went numb.

He turned his head abruptly, and saw a somewhat familiar figure blocked by a rapidly falling shutter door. Dust flew up in an instant, and the few cars in the parking lot were shrouded in darkness.

Borg was startled, and quickly ran over to knock on the shutter door: "Hey! There are still people inside! Open the door!"

"Open the door quickly!!!"

dong dong.

Two polite and reserved knocks on the door echoed in the silent parking lot, and a very familiar voice came from the small gap under the rolling shutter door, like a smiling snake-shaped devil, straightening its upper body from an unknown corner.

"Mr. Borg," Borg recognized that he was his former assistant, "you have planned so many feasts, it's time to taste them yourself."

A few youths who were hiding behind the car and eating exhaust gas rushed out unexpectedly, revealing the sacks and baseball bats they had prepared in their hands, and put them on their heads without hesitation, and beat them violently!

The buttoned sack looked like long feet, with a few small spikes protruding out, struggling to escape, one of the young men indifferently pulled out an iron cylinder from his waist, and put it on Borg's waist.

For a moment, the person under his control froze.

It's cold, hard, cylindrical, and quite small, just enough to hold in your hand...

Borg's heart is chilling. Fort Rosa is full of fish and dragons. Anyone may come and go here, including some organizations in the gray area. What they want to do, they won't talk nonsense with you!

If this hand trembles... his waist will be gone!

"Help... help..."

Borg's lips trembled. He was wrapped in a dull and airtight sack, and he was pinned on the rolling shutter door so that he could not move. No matter what movement came from around him, he would be terrified.

His body was hit with a few sticks indiscriminately, and he felt sore when he moved. Borg pressed the rolling door tremblingly and almost stopped.

Suddenly, his brain, which was not working well after being beaten, reflected, and a voice he couldn't believe came from the sack: "Dawn! It's you!"

"Have you just realized it, Mr. Borg." The demon outside the door said a little coldly.

Borg was so angry that his heart was beating wildly. He felt that everything had an explanation: "You, you followed me, and then deliberately waited for the parking lot to be empty today, and then called someone to beat me!"

"You actually found out, congratulations."

The young man who pressed his shoulders tightly did not speak, and let the distinguished chef and his former assistant have a good talk—even if one of them was already exploded with anger, it seemed that he did not want to talk about such topics.

"You ungrateful idiot!!!" Borg growled under his throat, "I taught you so many things, taught you by hand, gave you so many notes and books, and took you to meet other chefs , to pave the way for you in the future...you are treating me like this now!"

Don knocked on the rolling shutter door again, and the not-so-strong curtain swayed non-stop with the movements of the people inside.

Lin Qingyang stood next to him and didn't speak, afraid of being overheard by Borg, and took all her anger on him at work tomorrow.

He sighed. He was the one who closed the back door of the parking lot to prevent other employees from entering the parking lot through the employee passageway.

Even though he didn't participate in the injury, he was still considered a partner.

"After get off work hours, there may be a few people walking towards the front door." Lin Qingyang turned her head and looked at the entrance vigilantly. She couldn't hold back her words, and lowered her voice as much as possible.

Don didn't care so much, he sneered: "You go back first, I'll take care of it."

The former assistant Mr. Lin Qingyang has some similarities in appearance, with soft black hair, paired with a pair of jet-black pupils, narrow eyes and long eyebrows, it looks like an oriental face, but now he raised his brows, took out a cigarette from his pocket, Wipe the lighter.

With a cigarette butt in his mouth, he raised his chin lightly at Lin: "Go, or if someone sees you, you will lose your job."

"It's gone..." Lin Qingyang was silent for a moment, and whispered, he smiled, grabbed the black bag on his back, and left the small old parking lot.

Dawn looked back, holding the door with one hand and holding a cigarette in the other.

He said: "Yes, I am very grateful to you for these. You have taught me so many things, but you don't ask for anything in return. You work hard, like a good teacher. If you didn't show your true colors later, I would really regard you as a teacher. Look at it."

Borg became furious: "I thought we had quarreled, and this matter would be over. I didn't expect you to call someone to attack me openly!"

He vaguely heard someone talking outside, but his mind was beating dizzily, and he didn't have much energy to think.

Yes, he has some shady little hobbies, but everyone is a man, so what's wrong with touching it!

Could it be that he has taught so many things, can't it be worth it!

This Don, who deliberately seduced him, wore short-sleeved shorts and came to his house boldly, showing his thin white arms and legs, isn't this the default!Otherwise, he would have to wear more, who can tell through the clothes!

Don talked to him through the door: "I didn't want to talk to you at all. After stepping on a pile of shit, who wants to step on it a second time."

He continued: "I heard that you recruited a new assistant?"

Borg said vigilantly: "What are you trying to do... Ah!" As he spoke, someone punched him in the back of the head.

"I was afraid that you would not learn the lesson, so I had no choice but to do so."

Don was smoking a cigarette contentedly, his face was a little hazy in the lingering smoke.There seemed to be a figure swaying in the corner of the eye, and some people were talking and laughing and the sound of the car engine not far away. It seemed that it was time for the dinner.

"Don't try to use your dirty tricks on others." He kicked the rolling door hard, and the not-so-strong door curtain rattled. On the ground, "Otherwise I will come to trouble you next time."

Borg growled: "I want to call the police! You criminal, you deliberately hurt others..."

"You don't have any evidence, so call the police." Don smiled disdainfully, and walked away with a cigarette between his hands.

The young men who were pressing on the sack to prevent him from struggling looked at each other. Seeing that there was no movement outside, they took out their mobile phones and opened the shutter door. They swaggered around the surveillance at the gate of the Morgan Hotel and left from the alley.

After a while, the bruised Borg struggled to get out of the sack and drove away in embarrassment.

Lin Qingyang walked around the eye-catching gate and returned to the dormitory from the other side with a heavy heart. His roommate was already waiting for him there, even holding the inferior fireworks that he took out from nowhere, spraying them at his hair. A large streamer of color: "Hi! Dude! Surprise!"

Lin Qingyang took it off dumbfounded: "Where did you get it? It looks like something from the last century."

The roommate groaned and said, "I bought some gadgets from the old street before. Speaking of which, how are things going?"

Lin Qingyang thought about it, and tentatively gave a thumbs up: "It went well?"

"So what did you all do?"

"Just," he organized his words, after all, it was the first time he did such a shitty thing, "beat him up, and then threatened him."

Hope it works tomorrow.

Whether it has any effect has not been reflected yet, at least before Lin Qingyang stepped into the restaurant, everything was normal, so normal that he thought nothing happened yesterday.

It was as if everyone had gone back to the dormitory obediently without going anywhere, just laying on the bed and thinking about life.

At the corner, he bumped into Mr. Borg, standing in front of the water dispenser in a daze.

His eyes were black and blue, as if he hadn't slept all night, and now he could barely cover his injuries with the tight chef's uniform, but Lin Qingyang didn't seem to be okay after listening to the screaming behind the door yesterday.

In order to show the respect of an assistant, he tentatively asked: "Mr. Borg, you..."

Unexpectedly, Borg took two steps back before reacting, and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, this, so it's Joe."

Seeing him like this, he must be scared, Lin Qingyang felt relieved a little, took a step back, and said softly: "It's strange to see that you are not moving here."

Joe probably went out with his roommate yesterday.

Borg thought.

Although he was beaten with a sack yesterday, he couldn't help hearing well, and he still heard the conversation between two people behind the door... instead of just the damn Dawn alone.

Who would that other be?The helper who was called to fight, or... the current assistant? !

The author has something to say: This thing still has a chapter and a half to play, and every day I am afraid that the little angel will abandon me.