President, Our Egg Is Lost

Then Ji Xiaoyu took the elevator down to the underground parking lot.

The underground parking lot of Hongsheng is not small, with a total of 500 parking spaces, exclusively for the staff of the building. After Ji Xiaoyu came down, he saw that there were no people in the huge yard, but all kinds of cars were parked densely.

He couldn't help but sigh, Hongsheng is really wealthy, so many employees can afford to drive, but he doesn't know that he can earn enough money to become one of them.

Ji Xiaoyu doesn't know what brand and grade, but as a male, he has an innate yearning and love for this kind of iron bumps that represent speed and passion. As he walks in, he looks around and sees good-looking or appearance. The cooler vehicles just stop and admire.

Passing by an elegant car, bright and black, Ji Xiaoyu's eyes lit up when he looked at the magnificent and high-end car, and couldn't help but reach out to touch the car logo like an eagle with wings on the front of the car, not far away Suddenly someone yelled, "Hey, what are you doing? Don't touch that car!"

The sound reverberated in the empty and quiet parking lot, scared Ji Xiaoyu, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Then a security guard wearing a blue and black high-level uniform ran over, staring at Ji Xiaoyu like a thief and asking, "Who are you? What do you want to do sneakily?"

"Are you the leader of Fang?" Ji Xiaoyu said innocently after he reported his home and made clear his intentions: "I'm not doing anything, just because I see this car is pretty, I want to touch it."

Fang Daxing frowned and said, "You're the kid transferred from the lobby of Block A as Team Yang said? How come you don't understand the rules, and Mr. Cheng's car can be touched casually."

Is this Cheng Yutang's car? No wonder, it feels a lot like him. Ji Xiaoyu muttered a little bit dissatisfied: "I neither steal the car nor do damage, what's the matter with a touch?"

Fang Daxing looked at the expression of the soil buns and let out a cry, "What's the matter? You have to pay 100,000 yuan if you touch a piece of paint on this car, can you afford it!"

"How much?" Ji Xiaoyu shivered upon hearing this.

"One hundred thousand!"

"..." Ji Xiaoyu "swizzled" and jumped to a place three meters away.

Just kidding, one hundred thousand yuan, you can't afford to sell him.

What a wicked rich man!

At this moment, Ji Xiaoyu was quite dissatisfied with Mr. Cheng. The demon was really angry at the time. He didn't know if he could earn a wheelbarrow after working all his life.

Fang Daxing rubbed his eyes, suspecting that his eyes were dazzled, and then gloated, "You don't think about it in this life. It may be possible to have a good baby in the next life."

Ji Xiaoyu was a little unwilling to listen to this, and said with a curled mouth: "Everyone is the same, each other."

Fang Daxing turned black for a moment, gave him a fierce look, turned and left.

Ji Xiaoyu touched his nose and raised his heel to move forward. It's all right now. I offended the new leader as soon as I came. I'm afraid it won't be too easy in the future.

After more than two hours, Ji Xiaoyu was finally relieved after being baptized by the new team leader's violent hurricane. He left the underground parking lot hungry and took the elevator to the staff restaurant on the 29th floor for dinner.

The entire 29th floor is full of dining areas, which are divided into several areas, with a complete range of food and beverages, including Chinese and Western food, Japanese and Korean cuisine, coffee bars, etc., just like a food court.

However, although the security guards include food, they are limited to eating in the ordinary Chinese food canteen. If you want to eat and drink, you have to pay for it out of pocket.

The taste of ordinary Chinese food canteens is far inferior to that of Lao Litou’s craftsmanship, but Ji Xiaoyu doesn’t have to spend money, he can eat as much as he wants; secondly, there are many varieties, and there are dozens of meat and vegetables. , Even if he changes his way of eating every day, he can still not repeat it for half a month. What else can he be picky about.

At the peak of the meal, the canteen is crowded with people, noisy, and the queue for the meal is long.

It took Ji Xiaoyu a long time before the team had his turn, and then ordered two meats, two vegetarians, a winter melon soup and a catty of rice. Although the fat aunt at the window has seen him several times, every time she feels that this young man is so appetizing that one person is worth two male employees.

The fat aunt was overjoyed when he saw his delicate appearance, and couldn't help but ask him while serving him: "Young man, how old are you? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Ji Xiaoyu said: "No, it's almost 20."

"It's less than 20, so small." The fat aunt looked a little regretful, "I am an old sister's neighbor who has a niece, but it is a pity that he is three or four years older than you. But the female junior, holding gold bricks. , Isn’t it popular nowadays sister and brother love.”

Ji Xiaoyu could not laugh or cry: "Thank you auntie for your kindness. I have just started working and have no savings at all. If I am afraid that I am hungry when I find a girlfriend, then forget it."

"You kid is honest, it's really rare, unlike many young people nowadays who are glib and swollen and swollen to lie to other girls."

"Auntie, you have praised, I just have to say something, I don't know how to make mistakes..."

A male employee in a suit and tie behind Ji Xiaoyu interjected impatiently: "Isn't he just a little security guard? He really puts gold on his face. The food is free, so I don’t want to take advantage of it. I broke my stomach too much."

"Hey, what do you guys say, what's wrong with the security guard, I think it's much better than you. The young man has such a big appetite, and he didn't eat your rice. Why are you so excited!" The fat aunt couldn't listen. He crossed his waist and waved his rice spoon to fight the injustice for Ji Xiaoyu.

"I, I didn't say anything..." The male employee and the sturdy fat aunt were persuaded as soon as they smashed them. They blushed with a thick neck when they wanted to scold but didn't dare to scold them.

"Auntie, you calm down, blame me for talking too much for blocking the way. Are you busy, I'm going to eat."

Ji Xiaoyu was originally very annoyed. According to his past temperament, he would probably buckle the dinner plate on the head of the man who said bad words, but the fat aunt was so relieved that he almost laughed. He secretly gave a thumbs up to the fat aunt, and then left the picking place with soup and piles of plastic plates.

Ji Xiaoyu walked around the dining area of ​​the canteen and found that they were all full. There was an empty seat next to Fang Daxing, the new leader, but he didn't want to sit next to each other, so he didn't want to be unhappy.

Turning his head to see, there were large seats in the western dining area next to it, and the environment was comfortable and elegant. Ji Xiaoyu simply took the plate and went there.

Just after sitting down and eating two bites, a waiter took a rag and came to clean up a table next to him. He inadvertently saw the plastic dinner plate used by Ji Xiaoyu and couldn't help but said: "Why do ordinary cafeteria people come here? time to eat."

The waiter may be unintentional, and his voice was not too loud, but it was enough for Ji Xiaoyu to hear every word, and the food in his mouth suddenly choked a little.

Isn't he just eating a meal? How could there be so many problems? Human beings are really more troublesome than monsters.

When Ji Xiaoyu was considering whether to pretend to be deaf and continue to eat in the western food area, or to go back to the cafeteria area, a cold voice suddenly came from the side: "The dishes on your plate look good, do you mind? Give me a taste?"

Ji Xiaoyu looked up and saw that it was Cheng Yutang.

Seeing President Cheng Dao sit down opposite the table casually, Ji Xiaoyu was both puzzled and reluctant to say: "It's okay, but I might not be able to eat enough if I give it to you."

What's wrong with President Cheng? Wouldn't he go to the cafeteria to fight if he wanted to eat? Why did he come to beg him for food? He was still hating the rich just now, and now he doesn't want to see this man whose wealth is said to be incalculable.

Besides, as a pheasant, he is very protective of food, and he doesn't want to squeeze in a long line in the cafeteria anymore.

Cheng Yutang: "..."

Can this little thing be more stingy? Does he think he really wants to eat those big pot dishes in the cafeteria that are unappealing and can't arouse people's appetite? ! If it hadn’t been just heard...

Forget it, Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng, doesn't care about the villain's fate, and doesn't have the same knowledge of this petty ghost.

Cheng Yutang turned to the waiter who was already on the spot by Petrochemical and said, "Give me a package A—wait."

"How well do you usually eat steak?"

Realizing that Cheng Yutang's words were asking himself, Ji Xiaoyu replied unclearly: "Me? Whatever."

Mr. Cheng, you have a steak and ask me why, do you show off your wealth?

Although Ji Xiaoyu sees other people eating steak a lot, he has never eaten it seriously, so he doesn't know how to eat it.

It's not that he doesn't want to eat, it's that he can't afford it. When he first came to the western food area, he glanced at the sign outside. The cheapest one cost more than one hundred yuan, which was too expensive. It was too unfriendly to poor people like him, no, poor demon.

Cheng Yutang told the waiter: "That should be well-known."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Cheng, please, please wait a moment and come right away." The waiter stammered, and hurried to the kitchen to place an order.

Many employees around have already watched it. Seeing Mr. Cheng and the new security guard sitting on a table, they are both surprised and confused. Is Mr. Cheng here today to appreciate the feelings of the people and enjoy the people?

It's really enviable, jealous, and hateful. What kind of **** luck is that kid! Let go of that president and let me come!

Ji Xiaoyu felt the heavy condemning gaze he was betting on himself, and he felt uncomfortable all over, plus someone on the other side was staring at him unblinkingly—cai(?), it really made the chicken pressure. Shanda.

Forget it, the president is overwhelmed, and if he annoys this man, his job will be unstable. If he wants to eat, he will share a little bit.

So Ji Xiaoyu got up and took a bowl and a pair of chopsticks from the canteen area. He set aside about one-third of the dishes on his plate and handed it to the other side, reluctantly: "Now, Mr. Cheng, eat."

Mr. Cheng: "...Thank you."

Cheng Yutang looked at the mess in the bowl and didn’t know how much he had slobbered. He was in a mixed mood. He must have said that because of a sudden attack of evil just now. Is it time to take it back now? ?