Reborn on Top of Football

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon on New Year's Eve, downstairs of the Daqing North Papermaking Base Headquarters, a van painted with "North Express" stopped in front of the expectant crowd. With the docking of the Light of Apennines and the Light of Northeast, it not only meets the needs of a large number of middle-income people to obtain original original European products, but also directly benefits related companies: the success of the multinational and cross-regional logistics line that Wang Ai easily builds is Built on the basis of existing rich logistics resources.

Even on New Year's Eve, Northern Express is busy; even without Wang Ai's advice, the business of affiliated companies is in the first order.

The left-behind employees took their courier happily. The courier looked back at the two big boxes with a sigh of relief and looked at the phone above. The boss personally explained this, and he didn't know what it was.

"Is Tang Mudan? I belong to the Northern Express Company. It's downstairs. You come to pick up the express."

"Huh?" Tang Mudan, who was playing online games in the union office, raised his head blankly. Suddenly the phone call he had passed last night flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly stood up: "I bought something downstairs."

The opposite person raised a pair of bright, big eyes: "I just want to drink water, you come back quickly, and I will start when I finish drinking."

"Qinglian is the best." Tang Mudan said with a smile, and ran away.

When he got downstairs, Tang Mudan was dumbfounded. Two and a half-meter cubic boxes, if they were all Scotch eggs, when would they have to eat? Besides, it's too tired. Besides, I can't hold it by myself.

Fortunately, there are still employees who have not left. One of them curiously asked: "Peony, what is it?"

"I don't know exactly what the new year goods sent from my hometown." Tang Mudan smiled brightly: "Do me a favor."

It is much easier for a few people to carry it together. Walk into the building, walk into the elevator, go up the fifth floor to the entrance of the Base Federation of Trade Unions, and leave after a few words of politeness. Tang Mudan bent over and picked one up, and went in. The house thumped on the desk, and then moved out again with another thump.

"It's delicious!" Tang Mudan clapped his hands and took a sneak peek, only to find that those bright big eyes were aiming at her thoughtfully, so that Tang Mudan decisively turned his attention away and mumbled to cut it. Paper knife: "Eat delicious food for the New Year, and eat delicious food."

"What is it?" the man finally asked.

"It's delicious!" Tang Mudan put down the paper knife, grabbed two of the carton boxes with both hands, then turned his head and stared at those bright big eyes: "It's the Chinese New Year, I want to reward myself and let you eat for nothing. , Can you just eat?"

"Haha." The bright big eyes laughed and nodded.

When the cardboard box opened, Tang Mudan sighed with relief. What caught your eye was not the two items she mentioned last night, but other London specialties. That’s good. It’s better than a box of meat and eggs. Will do things.

In fact, it was not that Wang Ai would do the work, but Liu Dingxiang's reminder to call again, which turned hundreds of eggs into dozens, plus other London specialties. Due to the nature of the Apennines, there are very mature channels for purchasing similar specialties. The British are not in the Spring Festival. This thing is submerged in the daily logistics like a drop in the ocean, and you can just pull a box.

Looking at Tang Mudan, he took it out, his big bright eyes smiled and looked at it until the two boxes were emptied, and there was no room for the entire desk.

"Is it from London?" The bright big eyes stood up, seeming to forget that he had said that he missed the scotch eggs and waffles, and just grabbed them.

"Well, that was the first time I went abroad since I was little."

"Hmm... Is your salary enough?"

"Uh, uh, anyway, you just have to eat and you are done. You care about so much? I'm not going to be my boss?"

Looking at the sloppy Tang Mudan, Xu Qinglian laughed and nodded: "Okay, I just eat. But why are you moving out? Don't you take the dormitory for a while?"

"Eh, I forgot!" Tang Mudan patted his head annoyedly: "Don't just say, help me with my work."

"You said, I'm only responsible for eating." Xu Qinglian calmly took a couple of shots and sat down again: "What you are looking for, you are equal."

Hearing this, Tang Mudan didn't dare to say more, and put it back pouting. After they were transferred to the trade union, the dormitory no longer lived in the original factory area. As a key training for cadres, the base deliberately set up a small office next to the labor union to serve as their dormitory. In addition, radiators and air-conditioning were installed.

Panting, Tang Mudan finally sat down at the computer again, took a look at the probe, and smirked. It turned out that the two things Xu Qinglian took were Scotch eggs and waffles, which showed that she had both pretended to be just now.

The two played the game again, and when they were playing, Tang Mudan said in the game's public channel without beginning and ending: "You don't want to send a text message?"

The keyboard on the opposite side stopped, and then started again as if endlessly. After a while, three words appeared on the public channel: "Don't worry about it."

"Cannibals have short mouths!" Tang Mudan probably got a decisive temper after being tired just now.

The keyboard sound on the opposite side stopped again, and then Tang Mudan still did not hear the sound of pulling open the drawer and holding the phone. An angry Tang Mudan would see a sentence on the public channel afterwards: "Am I not eating? Am I not having you? ?"

Hearing something was wrong, Tang Mudan decided to accept it as soon as he saw it, but he still took out his mobile phone in person and deliberately made a noise to send a text message: "She ate, she knows."

At this time, Wang Ai, who was visiting Zhang Jilong’s New Year with Shen Xiangfu, took the time to see the text message. He also estimated the time, taking advantage of Zhang Jilong and Shen Xiangfu’s enthusiastic conversation and took the time to return one: "Okay, no hurry."

Tang Mudan, who received the text message, finally relaxed: You two can tolerate better than the other, so why am I worried? Eat, drink and play every day! I just mix it with my old mother!

Just when Tang Mudan put down the phone and started to concentrate on playing the game, Xu Qinglian put down the waffle and looked at the screen in a daze: Peony is really enviable, heartless and troubled.

If it wasn't for me, she probably should be in love too, right? The one that was rejected last year is a pity.

"What are you doing! I'm going to kill someone, please help me soon." Tang Mudan yelled suddenly, awakening Xu Qinglian, she smiled and said loudly: "Here is coming, hold on!"

While I was playing in full swing, I was still thinking, thinking about Tang Mudan, an interesting normal person, wanting to live in London for a few years, thinking that this abnormal person needs the guidance, temptation, and infection of the normal person like Peony, thinking about that. People who dare to see themselves, but can't let go of them.

Think of Beijing, Yingkou, Liaoyang, and Milan.