Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

I have never met my boss, and I don’t know who pays me my salary, yet I presume to claim to be a senior?

Seeing an old acquaintance, Sun Buqi felt confident and nodded, "Master Zhao, your Mandarin has improved very quickly. Tell this aunt that I want to go upstairs to put things away and don't block my way anymore."

Zhao Dawen was stunned and took Zheng Meili's arm, "Old Zheng, you made a big mistake! How could you stop Mr. Sun? Do you know who he is?"

Zheng Meili's heart tightened, and she kept chattering, "Who else could it be? I checked the look and found that he is not from us. I have never seen that boy here for so long. Even if he is from other departments, the third floor is our company

How can we let people go up to this important place casually?"

She joined the company in March and knew that in addition to these familiar faces, people from the catering department would often visit her. But when she saw Zhao Dawen's serious look, she felt guilty.

Zhao Dawen pointed to the top of his head, with a mysterious smile on his face, "Mr. Sun is our big boss!" Then he pointed to the surroundings, with a proud look on his face, "He is also the boss of all of us!"

Zheng Meili's face turned pale, "Ah..." As if grasping a life-saving straw, she hurriedly defended, "Miss Jiachang said on the phone that she doesn't know this person!"

Zhao Dawen sighed, "You are just too careless. All our old employees know each other, so you can just ask for help... Mr. Sun is the biggest here, so please ask for your blessings. I will treat you to a chicken leg at noon today!"

The third floor has not changed much. There is a pot of perfume lilies on the balcony.

The coffee table was in a mess. There were a bunch of lychees in the big fruit plate and yellow peel in the small fruit plate. It must be a greedy girl.

Opening the bedroom, the bed was folded neatly, and everything was so orderly.

After a tiring journey and wandering all the way, I felt extremely relaxed when I got home.

Sun Buqi was half lying on the bed, and fell asleep after a while.

His nose felt itchy, as if there were hair on it; he turned his head to the other side, but the hair was still there.

The itching was unbearable, and I couldn't help but sneeze. I woke up and said to myself, "Jia Chang, stop making trouble!"

Smelling the fragrance in the air, he reached back and grabbed the initiator.

Chen Jiachang stuck out his tongue, "Oh, how did you know it was me?"

Sun Buqi sniffed and asked the two of them to face each other, "Does Marlon Brando know? I am the master and he taught me his unique skill of "Recognizing Beauty by Smell of Smell"."

"What do I smell like?"

"lily!"

"Where's Sister Lili?"

"Narcissus!"

"Teacher Li Ruoli? Who is Han Qing?"

"...Lili is a rose, and Sister Qing is a peony."

"What about classmate Li Xin?"

"Chrysanthemum! Who else, tell me together and guarantee "One Stop to the End"."

At this time, chrysanthemum was still a beautiful flower and was Tao Yuanming's favorite.

Chen Jiachang's face turned cloudy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Sun Xiaoer, you are such a playboy, I want to die with you."

Hearing the sound of footsteps and the slamming of the door, Sun Buqi wiped the smile from the corner of his mouth and hurriedly chased after him.

As soon as I walked out of the bedroom, several red balls were thrown in my face.

Chen Jiachang scolded sternly, "I'm going to smash you to death...you are not allowed to move, just catch it properly. If you dare to drop a lychee, you will be punished with a masturbation!"

I'm afraid there are more than fifty fruits in the fruit plate. If they all fall down...

Sun Buqi's legs were trembling and he hurriedly pounced on the sheep.

The girl struggled for a moment and then started a breath-holding competition.

In the end, the boy's lung capacity was better and he won the competition.

Chen Jiachang lightly punched her boyfriend's chest with a small fist, coquettishly saying, "Honey, I want to drink milk!"

Sun Buqi looked around and reluctantly opened the zipper.

Chen Jiachang's face turned red with embarrassment, "You big pervert, your head is full of water! It's not that, it's the double-skinned breasts on the table. I want you to feed me."

Sun Buqi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and finished feeding Xiao Nizi mouth to mouth.

After fighting and fussing for half an hour, my stomach started to protest.

Sun Buqi stood up and said, "Girl, I'll feed it to you... Oops, it's not washed..."

Chen Jiachang raised his head, his eyes watery, and said affectionately, "The smell of my husband."

Without stopping, he untied the boy's belt, took a sofa cushion, half-knelt on the floor, and gently lowered his head.

After a long time, Sun Buqi yelled, "Girl, I'm coming."

Like a frightened bird, Chen Jiachang hurriedly got out of the way, but not fast enough. His face and hair were covered with paste.

Some of the fish that slipped through the net crossed a parabola and splashed into the fruit bowl.

The big python turned into a small insect, and the girl reluctantly let go, raised her head and smiled sweetly, "Brother, I'm hungry, let's eat."

Sun Buqi took a long breath and said, "I'll give it to you."

Chen Jiachang tightened the things in his hands and smiled, "I just ate and the inventory has been cleared. I want to eat, I'm so hungry."

Sun Buqi handed over the tissue, "You little pervert! I'll make some noodles, and we'll eat braised noodles."

Chen Jiachang said coquettishly, "No, no, it's not even 1 o'clock yet, let's go out to eat. I want to eat fish sashimi and tempura."

Sun Buqi's face was full of doting, "It's up to you, snack food! After eating, it's time to do some exercise. Three laps to the left and three laps to the right."

Downstairs, it's another scene.

Zheng Meili lived like a year, and the delicious chicken drumsticks were tasteless; while eating, her eyes never left the third floor.

She secretly complained: What can the lonely man and woman upstairs do? Chen Jiachang is such a quiet girl, but secretly she is so wanton.

My heart ached with pain, and I was sad to lose this job: the monthly salary was 500, including food and accommodation, and it was hard to find even a lantern.

There was the sound of walking upstairs and the sound of "caracara" being unlocked.

As if there was a spring under her butt, Zheng Meili stood up immediately, with a smile on her face, and greeted loudly, "Mr. Sun, Jiachang, come out."

Sun Buqi nodded lightly and walked forward expressionlessly.

Zheng Meili's face turned dark, and she took a step forward, "Miss Jiachang, please help me beg for mercy, give me another chance, at least let me make it to the end of the month..."

Sun Buqi had already gone downstairs. Chen Jiachang took a look and hurriedly caught up with him.

Zhao Dawen appeared like a ghost, "Old Zheng, don't worry. Manager Xu is easier to talk to. I'll beg her when the time comes."

Zheng Meili forced a smile and said, "Old Zhao, this is not the first time I have been laid off, so I am mentally prepared. Eight years ago, the section chief of the cannery factory thought I didn't send money during the Spring Festival and put me on the laid-off list; last year, the hotel manager disliked me.

I had a quarrel with a guest. Who am I doing it for, not the boss..."

She babbles like a sister-in-law of Xianglin, expressing the troubles she has experienced over the years.

When they got to the car, Chen Jiachang tilted his head and whispered softly, "Brother, are you angry? You also blame me for being willful. Don't take your anger out on other people...Brother, sister Lili and I will serve you together tonight."

Sun Buqi blinked, "Ah? I have learned the story of "Lenin and the Guards", am I so narrow-minded?"

The girl nodded, fully agreeing with this statement.

Sun Buqi pinched the girl's cheek and helped buckle her seat belt.

"Everyone is here to make a living. It's not a matter of principle. Don't worry about it. Such people are good employees, but the relationship should not be too close. Confucius said: Only villains and women are difficult to raise. If you are close, you will not be inferior, and if you are far, you will be resentful.

, that’s the kind of person I’m talking about. If the relationship is too close, they won’t appreciate it at all, they will try to push their limits and even talk behind their backs.”

Chen Jiachang nodded and shook his head.

As soon as Sun Buqi's car left the parking lot, the calm first and second floors turned into a pot of boiling water.

Zheng Meili is unpopular and everyone finds fault.

Everyone thought that she was "using chicken feathers as arrows", and now that she was embarrassed, they all took pleasure in her misfortune.

A girl ignored the order sent by YY voice and exclaimed to the colleague next to her, "Is that our big boss? He is so handsome, young and rich! He just glanced in my direction for a few seconds. Is he interested in me?"

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Fang Rou knocked on the table, "Sister Yang, your son is already one year old, give up on your dream of being a landlady." (To be continued)