Rebirth of the Auto Giant

Chapter 482: That move is too bullying

Seeing everyone's voices getting louder and louder, Wang Shi persuaded: "Come on, let's play one too. We are all old couples. Look, there are many old couples playing too. Let's play too, right? Mingwei

." Wang Shi looked at his son and asked.

The son is my wife’s heartthrob, and if Ming Wei agrees, this matter is basically half successful.

Wang Mingwei, who was more than three years old, heard his father's words and said casually, "One."

"boom!"

When everyone saw the prince speaking so seriously in a babyish voice, the onlookers immediately laughed.

So employees kept coming around, everyone wanted to see the boss and his wife kissing when the time came.

This scene is not easy to see, it happens only once every 10 years.

"This..." Zhao Min asked himself awkwardly when he saw everyone's enthusiasm.

"Okay, come on, let's have some fun too." Wang Shi took his wife's hand and the two walked into the middle.

The host was Cheng Xianghong, director of the marketing department. Now the boss and his wife came over. They smiled and gave the table tennis to Wang Shi, "I wish you two a good time, hehe."

After saying hey hey, he stayed aside and watched the fun.

Wang Shi hugged his wife's shoulders, looking at each other forehead to forehead, feeling the hot breath exhaled from the other's nostrils.

"The worst is you." Zhao Min glared at her husband and said.

"Be attentive and don't drop the ping pong ball when the time comes. I'll let everyone have a live broadcast of the proprietress kissing the boss. It will be embarrassing then," Wang Shi reminded.

Sure enough, these words worked, Zhao Min began to concentrate, and the two of them moved sideways cautiously.

"Come on, mom, come on, dad!" three-year-old Wang Mingwei said in a milky voice.

He didn't say it was bad, but when he said this, Zhao Min turned his head slightly in that direction when he heard the voice of his precious son.

With such a slight movement, it turns out that the balance of the table tennis ball depends on the force on both sides. As a result, Zhao Min turned to one side, and the fulcrum of the table tennis ball changed. The force was uneven and the ball fell down. The noses and mouths of the two came into close contact.

.

"boom!"

Everyone watching suddenly exploded like cold water dripping into a hot oil pan.

It happens once in 10 years, so rare.

"Ming Wei, you are really a good son to your parents."

"Thank you, Prince."

Everyone said with a smile.

Wang Shi was also a little embarrassed. Seeing everyone being strong and shameless, he said, "Are you satisfied now?"

"One more." Someone in the crowd said.

"Whoever makes noise, stand up and will be fined one month's salary." Wang Shi smiled and walked out holding his wife's hand, "Okay, you can play slowly."

Everyone was also trying to be happy, and they stopped making noises when they heard this and applauded one after another.

"You are the only one who is bad. Without you shouting just now, your dad and I would have succeeded." Zhao Min pinched her precious son's nose and said.

In the company, the majority of people today are children.

Among the long queues, on the lawn on one side, children gathered together in twos and threes, eating the trophies in their hands. Their pockets were so full that some of the trophies couldn't be put away, so they took off their pants and punched two trouser legs.

The knot holds the prize inside.

Everyone was queuing up in front of the warehouse to receive their prizes.

"Quack!" Many people in the crowd were carrying ducks, and the ducks struggled to find the screams.

In one of the venues, ready-made prizes such as Coke sodas were neatly placed, and everyone was throwing the circles in their hands with their arms stretched out.

Wang Shi and his wife walked around and asked Zhang Long to bring some fruit snacks to the award-winning area. The five of them sat on the lawn under the tree, drinking Coca-Cola while looking around at everyone having fun. They were so happy and felt a sense of accomplishment.

Due to the large number of people, the same game event was divided into several venues. Basically, the open space in the company compound was used. Everyone happily shuttled among them, and the children chased and played in the middle.

On the main stage in the middle, there are 2 21-inch color TVs, 5 Haier three-door refrigerators, 10 floor fans, and 20 rice cookers neatly placed.

In front are 5 large lottery boxes, which contain more than 70,000 slips of paper with prizes written on them.

The boxes are fully enclosed and can only be taken out by reaching out.

A person only has one chance. He draws lots based on his work permit. He first gives the work permit to the host. The host collects the work permit and puts it into categories and departments. At that time, it is returned to their director and distributed to each person.

"Hey, I missed it." A young employee took out the note from the box and opened it to see that there was nothing there. He sighed.

"Next." Zheng Yu, the general manager of the workshop, said.

"Bah, bah!" A middle-aged man came over, bah, bah, spat on his palms, clasped his hands together and recited several times silently: Ancestors bless me, ancestors bless me for winning a color TV set.

After speaking, he bowed to the color TV set aside.

"Hurry up, other women don't have to worry about giving birth to children. Everyone is waiting." Drawing lots is so grand, but it is not an ancestor worship.

"That's right, why don't you burn three sticks of incense and kowtow a few times."

While the middle-aged man was doing the ceremony, the people behind him started urging him impatiently.

"Do you know why I couldn't draw the one before? It's because I didn't have enough sincerity. Just look at it. I will definitely win the color TV this time." After the other party said that, he rolled up his sleeves and put his hand in, muttering something silently, like a Taoist priest.

Do things in a normal way.

The middle-aged man fished through it, finally selected one, and slowly unfolded the small paper ball bit by bit.

Middle, middle, middle.

He shouted loudly as he unfolded it.

"Yes!" the middle-aged man exclaimed.

If you are really picked by him, do you really have to recite it silently?

When the people behind him heard the man exclaiming, they secretly reflected in their hearts, "Our ancestors are also very spiritual, why should we say it silently after a while?" After speaking, he stretched his neck and went over, "What was hit?"

"Did you see it? It's just a flick." It turned out that the middle-aged man only showed a small corner, and it was just a flick.

"I really won." No matter what, as long as there is a word, it means there is a prize. The cheapest is an electric fan or a rice cooker.

"Yizhi, what on earth is it? At least it's not a color TV. Color TVs don't have Yipi." A young man said.

"Yes, the color TV has a curved hook, not a single hook." Another young man agreed.

It's so risky, we still have a chance.

Everyone behind was secretly happy.

"Let me see, the character for rice cooker, the dot of the character for fire is so long that it looks like a stroke." Someone said.

"That makes sense!"

The middle-aged man gave up after hearing this, "Bah, you are a crow's mouth, you can't work well or badly. Who said it's not a color TV? You haven't graduated from elementary school, right? Isn't the first stroke of the color TV a stroke? People write long

Isn’t that okay?” the middle-aged man retorted.

"It makes sense."

"Quickly open it and see what it is." Everyone urged.

The middle-aged man's heart beat rapidly and he spread his hands little by little, trembling.

"Haha, it's a rice cooker!" When they all unfolded it, everyone laughed when they saw the word "rice cooker" written on it.

"Who wrote these words!" The middle-aged man cursed because it was too bullying.

It turns out that this stroke is the first stroke of the word "rice cooker" that is a little longer, and only a corner of the small ball of paper is exposed.

It wasn't a color TV or a refrigerator, and those people waiting in line at the back were relieved.

There are only two color TV sets, if you draw one, you will lose one.

"Congratulations, you got a rice cooker." Zheng Yu, the general manager of the workshop, said, and then registered.

The middle-aged man walked over and walked away unconvinced with an electric rice cooker in his arms.