Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Mr. Xiaoyou?"

"Manager Fan?"

"What crazy...has you blown?"

In the elevator, Fan Youcai looked at You Huwei beside him, and a deep sad expression squeezed out on his face, as if the other party had suffered from some incurable disease.

The expression on his face was so exaggerated that it was offensive, and the undisguised sarcasm and contempt at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes also revealed the other party's bad habits.

The key to the Great Benz was turning back and forth on a short, fat and fat finger, followed by two inappropriate followers, a fat and thin person, with a provocative look that made people want to punch him in the face.

You knew very clearly that the person in front of him was a despicable and despicable person.

But the inferior products produced by such a despicable company are about to run, which is a conscientious company that provides high-quality products, and is facing bankruptcy.

What a chilling black humor...

Although he didn't understand the sarcasm in Fan Youcai's words, You Huwei knew that the despicable man on the other side would not be able to spit out any ivory in his mouth.

"I'm here to find a friend, but Manager Fan, you? Why? You have done so many bad things and you have been punished?"

You Suwei was ridiculed casually, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, folded his hands in front of his abdomen, looked up at the elevator door carefully, as if there was something beautiful about it on the door.

"Ha! I? Retribution? What kind of retribution can I suffer?"

Fan Youcai said loudly, and turned to look at the fat follower behind him.

"Fatty, tell me! Have I done anything bad that will be retribution?"

"No, where have you done bad things? No matter who is retribution, it shouldn't be you!"

Hearing the boss's words, the fat follower shook his head without thinking, and the fat on his face slammed into his movements, hoping to throw out two taels of oil.

Seeing this scene, Fan Youcai nodded with satisfaction, turned to look at the thin follower, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Skinny, you said?"

"Oh, Mr. Fan, what were you talking about?"

When the thin man heard the question, he vented his good emotions.

That style looked like Mom Sang in the club met a regular customer who was a Jin, and she wanted to stick her passionate body on it.

"Brothers all want to set up a tablet of immortality for you! If it were placed in ancient times, you would definitely be a model for the birth of Buddhas in thousands of families. There are countless living people, and you are the ones who save danger and the poor!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Fan Youcai impatiently pushed the thin follower who wanted to ride on him and moved a few times to the wall. He turned his head and looked at You Huwei with a smug look, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Did you see it? Mr. You? I! Fan Youcai! A great charity! Who doesn't know? Why are you still suffering retribution?"

Fan Youcai said, his chest slapped loudly, looking at You Huwei provocatively, and continued:

"You are slandering and insulting my reputation. Today I have a serious matter, so let you go. When tomorrow morning, I will have to ask my lawyer to send you a letter!

I am a person who can ignore the kindness of my kindness, but I will be repaid with all my grudges! I will write down what you say today!"

‘Ding Dong~’

The elevator door opened, Fan Youcai looked proudly at You Xiwei, who was so speechless that he could not speak, hummed and smiled, grabbed the spinning key, raised his hand and walked out with a big swagger.

"Let's go! Young men, I'll go pick up our talents with Mr. Fan. Don't pay attention to this poor young man. He just can't eat grapes and says that the grapes were picked up from the cesspool. He can't stand others' goodness and is jealous..."

Looking at Fan Youcai who was leaving coldly, You Su felt an inexplicable sadness from the bottom of his heart. He looked up at the ceiling of the elevator, took a deep breath, forced himself to take a strong energy, and walked out.

What's the use of sadness?

Society is indifferent, only looking at success or failure, not good or evil. The so-called good or evil is the values ​​deliberately promoted by vested interests in order to maintain the inherent order.

People all know that the most profitable business is written in the criminal law, and people even know that it is evil to violate the criminal law...

But kindness is inherently inconsistent with intake of interests. I want both kindness and interests. Isn’t it too greedy?

In addition to Wang Xuebin, who has a system, how many people can have both?

At least you can’t do anything to travel!

so...

In the senior ward, the yellow eyebrows on the bed held a fried chicken leg in his hand, staring at the Journey to the West played on TV with a drooling corner of his mouth, and a look that looked like heat.

"Oh... Isn't this Elder Tang... Why are you losing weight... You're tired of getting a scripture... Suck..."

If he didn't pay attention, his saliva dripped onto the chicken leg. Huang Mei, who reacted, quickly swallowed, chewed at the chicken leg, and focused on Tang Monk on the TV again.

"...Tell me why you... are so careless about your health... What is your apprentice doing for food... I can't even take good care of a mortal, what else can I do..."

Looking at Tang Monk's thin figure on TV, Huang Mei felt so distressed. If he hadn't known that this was TV, he would have had to get in and teach Tang Monk's disciple a lesson...

‘Dongdongdongdongdongdong!’

"Who?"

The knock on the door sounded, and Huang Mei couldn't help but frowned, glanced at the TV reluctantly, turned to shout at the door:

"Come in!"

"Oh hey!"

The door was pushed open, and a big-faced man with a surprised smile squeezed in. Seeing the yellow eyebrows lying on the hospital bed, he slapped his thigh and shouted:

"...Isn't this our talent? You can make it easy for us to find!"

On the hospital bed, the yellow eyebrows sitting on the side showed a hint of doubt. He looked at the person carefully, scratched Huang Cancan's hair, and asked with a frown:

"Who are you? Do I know you?"

"You don't know me, but I know you!"

As the visitor said, he strode to the bed, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Fan Youcai, the boss of Fan Group. I want to hire you as the deputy director of the demolition department of our company, 80,000 yuan a month!"

Fan Youcai said, and the hand holding the key of the Birthday gestured, the Rolex on his wrist whispered, and the smell of money.

"Don't worry, if you have anything to be dissatisfied with, you can discuss the treatment again!

Although I am a stingy person, I am absolutely willing to give up on talents!”

"Mr. Fan, it turns out that this brother is the talent you mentioned?"

Before I saw him, I heard his voice first, and saw a clear voice coming from outside the door. Following him was You Siyi, who was dressed generously and decently, with a beautiful and elegant appearance, and walked in with his head held high.

"I said you did it? Didn't you go to find a friend? Is the people in our company your friends?"

Fan Youcai was like a vicious dog protecting food, staring at You Huyi with a fierce look on his face, but You Huyi, whose mentality had adjusted, turned a blind eye to it.

He just chuckled, turned to look at the Yellow-browed King, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said calmly:

"Mr. Huangmei is it? I know Lu Xiaoqian and silly girl!"

"What?"