Evil Hero

Zhang Yang is a clerk in a trading company. He gets up earlier than a chicken and sleeps later than a dog. But he doesn't get much money, but he has a lot of work to do. He works himself to death every day and is scolded by his supervisor every day.

Who told me that I am not a supervisor? Who told me that I am not a woman? If the general manager of the company was not a beautiful woman, and if the assistant to the general manager Hu Shasha didn't flirt with me every time she saw me, I would have quit that bastard supervisor long ago.

In order to promote a new chemical catalyst these days, Zhang Yang has been running so hard that his legs are thin. Yesterday, the deputy director in charge of purchasing at the chemical plant finally agreed to let him take a sample to see it after Zhang Yang increased his commission by another percentage point. But this morning, when Zhang Yang excitedly took the sample, the damn deputy director said that their factory didn't need this product at all.

Damn it, isn't this a joke on me? You don't need to see a bird sample? Zhang Yang came back and reported to his supervisor truthfully, saying that people didn't use this product at all. As expected, just as Zhang Yang thought, the supervisor pointed at him and scolded him. What Zhang Yang didn't expect was that the supervisor took out a signed contract and pointed at the contract and asked Zhang Yang to open his eyes and take a closer look.

Zhang Yang looked very carefully. It was clearly the company he had just visited, and the person who signed the contract was the deputy factory director he had found.

"Supervisor, what's going on?" Zhang Yang asked in a low voice.

The supervisor snatched the contract from Zhang Yang's hand and threw it into his drawer. "Damn it, if I hadn't asked Xiao Hong to go, your second brother would definitely not be able to run this business." The supervisor took out a cigarette complacently and snapped his fingers very coolly, but seeing that Zhang Yang didn't move for a long time, he had to pick up the lighter on the table and lit it with a "click", and puffed out a long puff of smoke comfortably. "Why are you still standing there, get out."

Damn, it's Xiao Hong again. Damn it, this is one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Zhang Yang couldn't remember how many times that bitch Xiao Hong had taken his business.

Every time it was so coincidental, when he was about to make a deal, Xiao Hong came out and signed the order that should have been his, so naturally the commission and bonus also went to that bitch. What was left for him was always the boss's scolding.

Damn, this bitch is useless except for a better figure, a bigger butt, a firmer chest, and a prettier face. She comes to work the last and leaves the earliest every day. She has never gone out to go shopping or dancing with other colleagues, and she never even glances at anyone when they meet in the company.

No, I was wrong. I can only see a smile on the face of this bitch boss.

Zhang Yang thought more than once that if he became a boss one day, he would rape this bitch.

Haha, whoever I mentioned came here. Just now, Zhang Yang came out of the supervisor's office and ran into Xiao Hong. Damn, look at the way her butt is twisting, you can tell she's a slut.

Xiao Hong walked past Zhang Yang without blinking, and walked into the supervisor's office with her slender waist twisting, and she fucking closed the door as soon as she entered.

Bah, slut.

There's no commission for today. Zhang Yang rode his old bicycle, which made noises everywhere except the bell, out of the company gate, and walked along the non-motorized vehicle lane on the side of the road to "home". On the way, he kept thinking about the situation when Xiao Hong entered the supervisor's office.

Damn, she would definitely fall into the arms of the supervisor as soon as she entered the door, and then be bitten up and down by the supervisor's big mouth that exuded stinky smell.

"Ouch... Mom..."

Zhang Yang lay on the ground, looking at his bicycle with the wheels facing up, and couldn't help shouting. In this hot summer, it really hurts to have close contact with the asphalt ground. There was a blood groove of several centimeters on one leg, and a large purple lump appeared on the knee.

I was dizzy and didn't see where I hit, but I caught it first. "Who the hell is this? He didn't even help someone after hitting him?"

"Whew...Whew...Eh-ang...Eh-ang..." A shrill scream rang in Zhang Yang's ears. Damn, who has such a long face? Damn, don't donkeys are not allowed to enter the city these days? Why the hell did someone tie a donkey here?

"Hey, young man, how did you ride your bicycle on my donkey? You are so rude, city people have no manners at all. You didn't get hurt, did you? Here, I am a countryman and don't care about that. Don't worry about whether you blame me or my donkey. Here is 20 yuan. You can buy medicine with it." A sturdy man in a sweatshirt and a towel on his shoulders walked up to Zhang Yang, took out 20 yuan from his pocket and threw it on Zhang Yang, untied the reins, and led the donkey away.

Zhang Yang got up from the ground, touched his left leg that was in excruciating pain from the fall, and was so angry. Damn it, don't you leave if you have the guts? You are throwing 20 yuan, do we city people need your money? No matter what, you should give me 30...50, right?

"Hey hey..." Fuck, what the hell is going on? What kind of wind are you blowing? If you are blowing wind, why are you blowing it into the sewer? Now there is not even 20 yuan left.

Holding his bicycle, Zhang Yang struggled to get back to his one-bedroom apartment. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. All the bad things that happened today happened at the same time. He rode his bicycle but ended up riding on a donkey. How could he ask for leave tomorrow? Was this a car accident or a donkey accident?

Just after taking off his clothes and getting into bed with difficulty, the phone on the bedside table rang.

"Ding-ling-ling..." Zhang Yang picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from his childhood friend, classmate, and best friend Dong Hao. "Hello, I'm eating barbecue at Sifang Bridge, you fucking hurry up and die."

"Get lost, I don't have an appetite today. Damn,... What's going on, riding a bicycle on a fucking donkey. ... Okay, you kid bring some. ... Not too much, just grill 50 skewers of lamb and take away 20 single pancakes..."

Then I heard a "get lost" on the phone.

Damn, it's not much, why did he hang up? What a fucking bad friend.

"Ding-ling-ling..." Who is this? When Zhang Yang was about to fall asleep, the annoying voice rang again. He picked up the phone with sleepy eyes, opened the cover and put it to his ear.

"Why is the fucking ring still ringing? Oh, is it the doorbell?"

He got up with a sore body, limped to the door with his lower body erect, and opened the door while cursing: "Damn it, didn't you hang up on me? Why did you send it again?"

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

A woman's scream outside the door woke up Zhang Yang, who was squinting his eyes, and he couldn't help but scream.

Outside his door stood a beautiful girl with long hair draped over her shoulders. She was wearing a white long skirt that was tightly attached to her curvy body. A pair of white calves were exposed under the skirt. She was barefoot wearing a pair of pink plastic slippers, and a pair of white jade hands tightly covered her eyes.

Zhang Yang couldn't see what her face looked like, but with a woman like this, how could her face be bad?

"Who are you looking for?" Zhang Yang asked stutteringly.

"I... I'm your neighbor across the street. I just moved in today. I want to borrow a stool from you. The light in the kitchen is broken." The woman covered her eyes and said, "How come you open the door without wearing any clothes?"

"Who said I'm not wearing any clothes? I still have a pair of shorts on, right?" Zhang Yang pointed to the gray triangle cloth on his body and said.

"You..." The woman glanced at Zhang Yang through her fingers, turned around and walked away, saying as she walked, "You rascal..." "Don't go." Zhang Yang shouted. When did a woman give such a high evaluation of himself? You rascal, I have always had the heart but not the courage. Today, I happened to be praised by a new neighbor like this?

The woman who walked to the door turned around and asked coldly, "What do you want to do?" At the moment she turned her head, Zhang Yang's open mouth could fit two eggs.

This girl is so beautiful. Under her long eyebrows, a pair of dark and clear eyes looked at Zhang Yang with anger. Under her straight nose, two plump and tender cherry lips were tightly pursed. Her face was shaped like an oval with plump lines and smooth lines. Her long black hair hung down behind her head, which further highlighted her slender neck. The low-cut opening of her dress slightly revealed a piece of ice and snow. The two bulges on her chest trembled slightly with her turning body.

"Then I... I'll give you the square stool right now." After being "praised", the anger on Zhang Yang's face turned into a flattering smile in an instant after seeing the girl's face clearly.

The girl snorted softly, and when she saw Zhang Yang's back as he hurriedly turned around and went into the house, she smiled with her lips pursed. When Zhang Yang put on his clothes and came out with the square stool, the girl's face became indifferent again.

What's going on? She originally came to ask me for help, but now it seems like I'm begging her. Zhang Yang couldn't help but despise himself in his heart. Is this all he can do when he sees a beautiful woman?

"Haha, here, use it as long as you want."

"Or, you can help me change it. I'm afraid I'm not tall enough." The woman didn't reach out to take it, but just said lightly.

Zhang Yang nodded, and took a deep breath when he passed by the woman. Sure enough, he smelled a faint fragrance.

The layout of the room opposite was the same as the one Zhang Yang lived in, but it was in the opposite direction of Zhang Yang, so Zhang Yang went into the kitchen without waiting for the girl to lead the way.

Standing on a square stool, the 1.83-meter-tall girl easily unscrewed the broken light bulb. The girl stood below, took the broken light bulb, and handed Zhang Yang a brand new one.

As Zhang Yang's fingers turned, a dazzling light filled the small kitchen. Zhang Yang said "Oh", lowered his head and said, "Why is the switch on?"

When his eyes looked at the girl below, they were fixed in the opening of the girl's dress and could no longer move away. Wow, that dazzling white light is really whiter than snow...

"Rogue..."

With a coquettish voice, Zhang Yang's buttocks came into close contact with the cold floor under the square stool.

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