The Origin Of The Awakening Of Supernatural Powers

Bao Jianmu took advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do and quietly ran to the side. He skillfully took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it. He took a long puff and the fatigue on his body seemed to disappear.

"There aren't many cigarettes left," Bao Jianmu looked at the crumpled cigarette box and blew out a cloud of smoke. "Forget it, let's buy it after we get paid."

"Bao Jianmu, where have you been?" Manager Zhao came over to patrol arrogantly. When he saw that Bao Jianmu was not among the welcoming crowd, he angrily came to look for someone.

Different from the happiness at home, here every three days he would be arbitrarily suppressed by his superiors in the name of an old employee, trying to scare the monkeys. Although he had a hot temper when he was young, he had to become like this now in order to support the family.

Bao Jianmu shook off the cigarette ashes from his clothes and threw the half-smoked cigarette holder into the ditch. He stood up slowly, holding on to the wall, and said, "I'm here."

"Why are you going there? If you don't work, you will be lazy. As an old employee, how can you set an example for new employees?"

Bao Jianmu looked to the side and silently guessed in his mind: Don't think that you are an old employee and you can do whatever you want if you make contributions, otherwise your salary will be deducted next time.

"Don't think that you are an old employee and you can do whatever you want if you make contributions. If you do, I will deduct your salary next time."

Bao Jianmu has almost memorized the words Director Zhao said. Every time a new person comes in, he will use Bao Jianmu to intimidate those new people in order to consolidate his position. Of course, his position is not consolidated. head.

Manager Zhao had finished establishing his authority and approached Bao Jianmu and said, "You get off work early today and go to dinner with me."

Bao Jianmu smiled and nodded in agreement, and then his face turned dark after Director Zhao left.

Ever since the other party became the supervisor, he would take him to dinner every time there was a banquet. On the surface, he was accompanying the other party, but in fact he was just a drink-stopper. Moreover, after each meal, he would no longer care about himself who was lying drunk on the ground. .

After completing today's tasks, Bao Jianmu called his wife: "Hey, wife, I won't come back to eat today. No, our boss is treating guests to dinner, don't worry, don't worry, I don't know how to drink. That , if it’s too late after I finish eating, I’ll sleep in the dormitory here so I don’t have to go back and disturb my son.”

Before leaving, he went to the warehouse where the goods were stored, cleared out a comfortable-looking place in advance, and put down the already dark blanket. After doing this, he went outside the factory and hailed a taxi to the designated hotel.

At the dinner table, Manager Zhao was describing it vividly to the other party. Bao Jianmu couldn't understand it anyway. He only knew that his task was to hold back the wine. Every time he drank a glass, his face would turn red.

He continued to drink a glass of wine and shook his head carefully, but he could not get rid of the spicy feeling in his throat. No matter how many times he came to this place, he still could not get used to it.

As discomfort spread in his stomach, Bao Jianmu's consciousness also became trance-like. In his daze, he heard Manager Zhao smiling at the person opposite and saying: "He is just a stinky courier. How can he be better?" It’s up to you.”

Bao Jianmu's face turned red. He raised the bottle and stood up. In the doubtful eyes of several people at the table, he added a bit of bitterness to his glass. He raised his glass and said, "I would like to toast the leaders. "

As for what happened next, he couldn't remember clearly. He only knew that it was already noon when he got up, and he woke up in the hotel's warehouse.

After questioning the employees, they learned that Director Zhao left on his own after serving the guests. The waiter could not wake him up, so he had to leave him here.

"Thank you." Bao Jianmu held his head and thanked the staff, slowly walked out of the hotel and went back to work.

"Old Bao, what are you doing here?" Chen Shi dragged a wooden box and looked at Bao Jianmu who walked in in surprise, "You finally have a vacation, why don't you go back to spend time with your wife and children?"

Bao Jianmu asked: "Am I on vacation?"

"Yes, Zhao told me this morning that you took a day off. I thought you wanted to take a day off at home to spend time with your sister-in-law and Xiao Bao."

Bao Jianmu nodded, waved to Chen Shi, turned and left.

"Isn't it possible that Lao Bao was dragged into drinking again yesterday? Tsk, that guy surnamed Zhao really did something inappropriate." Chen Shi sighed with emotion, looked at Bao Jianmu's leaving figure, and continued with his work today. .

Before Bao Jianmu returned home, he bought some braised chicken wings outside, which his wife liked to eat, and also bought some snacks in the supermarket.

"The guy who saved it kept muttering," Bao Jianmu went to check out, looked at the cigarette cabinet next to the counter for a while, and took out a pack of the cheapest, "Forget it, let's try it."

He opened the door and looked over. His wife was washing dishes.

"Honey, I'm back." He put the things on the table, and came forward to hug his wife when she looked at her in surprise. "I took a leave of absence and came back to spend time with you two."

"What? I didn't tell you earlier. I'm even taking a vacation, but I can't have a good time." Wiping his hands, he helped Bao Jianmu take off his coat, pointed to a place and said, "Look, how old he is. Your clothes will get dirty after eating, so I'll wash them for you right away."

Bao Jianmu sat on the sofa, watching his wife bring out a basin to wash his clothes, and then looked towards his son's room. With the sunlight coming in, he could clearly see his son's certificates posted all over the wall.

He habitually took out the new pack of cigarettes and put them back as soon as he opened the package.

"Oh, you can't smoke at home." He saw that his wife did not see his move and felt lucky.

"Hey, you can pick up your son in the afternoon."

"Aren't you going with us?"

"Forget it, there are still a lot of things to do."

Bao Jianmu nodded, walked forward and asked, "Is there anything you want me to come to now?"

His wife slapped him in the face and said, "It's none of your business. You see how you are now. Go get some sleep first."

When Bao Jianmu woke up, it was almost time for school to end. He got up, said hello to his wife, and went out to pick up his son and go home.

His son was also very surprised when he saw him, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug Bao Jianmu.

"Let's go, dad bought you delicious food. Don't eat too much when you go back. Also, don't tell your mother." Bao Jianmu rubbed his son's head and said with a smile.

At this time, a teacher came up and said: "Hello, Dad Bao, are you available now?"

"This is our class teacher." The son introduced.

Bao Jianmu nodded and was taken to the office, while his son was doing homework in the classroom for a while.

"Through your son, I learned that your family's educational environment is relatively good, and your child also lives up to the education of your couple."

Bao Jianmu was a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "What's the matter? It's all my own efforts. I just graduated from junior high school, and my mother also finished high school. I have forgotten everything a long time ago. Where is the good environment?" ah."

The teacher did not write any more ink, took out a list and said: "This is the quota for our school to recommend to No. 1 Middle School. Your son is the best among them. I want to ask you what you mean. Do you want him to go?" This school.”

Bao Jianmu has also heard of the name of No. 1 Middle School. It is indeed the best school in the city. He did not expect that his son would be so ambitious. After thinking about it, he gave an answer: "I still have to ask about this. My son’s opinion.”

"Well, Dad Bao, as a teacher, I still want to advise you. You should have heard of this school. Once your son enters, it can be said that he has a bright future. Although the tuition is indeed a bit expensive, but If he goes to those ordinary schools, he will be far inferior to those No. 1 middle school students who work equally hard as him. Your son's talent is really outstanding, I hope you can really think about it."

Bao Jianmu nodded, said goodbye to the teacher and took his son back.

On the way home, Bao Jianmu talked about it with his son.

"It's not necessary, Dad. I can still do well in an ordinary school. Even if I can't compare with those in No. 1 Middle School, I can at least live a good life in the future. There's no need to send me there."

His son's words warmed Bao Jianmu's heart, but who as a parent wouldn't want their children to have a better education.

Patting his son's head, Bao Jianmu smiled and said, "Don't worry, dad is here."

After dinner, he went for a walk on the street alone. His wife was washing dishes at home, and his son was doing homework. He had stopped watching TV programs for a long time. In order to save some electricity bills, he looked at the road. I got into the traffic and sat down on a bench on the side of the road.

"What? My friend, you are here alone, why don't you go home?" A man in a trench coat approached and sat down.

"Take a walk after dinner."

"I see you seem troubled."

Bao Jianmu was amused. What the other person said made him feel a little funny. He retorted: "You are not me, how do you know that I have troubles? Not everyone in this world has troubles every day."

Fengyun Man did not say anything, but handed over a business card and said: "No kidding, I met you at the express station. Now our company also wants to develop here, and we sincerely invite you to consider it."

After handing the business card to Bao Jianmu, the man in the windbreaker stood up and left, while Bao Jianmu checked the business card.

"The Surviving Company? What an unlucky name, you must be a liar." Bao Jianmu originally wanted to throw it into the trash can, but by some mistake, he still put it in his trouser pocket.

The man in the trench coat in the distance witnessed this process, smiled and said to the person on the phone: "The important step is completed, you can start trying."