Li Mingyuan, with his colorful pig-head face and glasses, rode his bicycle through the streets and alleys with a desperate look.

Anyway, after his mother's beating, everyone in the street knew that he had been beaten into a pig's head.

It's already like this, isn't it just a matter of a few more people seeing it? How much more embarrassing can it be?

"Hey, Mingyuan, your face..."

"I fell!"

"This fall is quite unique, isn't it?"

"Well, I threw someone with my fists."

He numbly dealt with his colleagues' teasing, holding the documents in his hand, and walked straight to Director Zheng's office.

As soon as the door opened, the teacup in Director Zheng's hand almost hit his feet - what a shame!

"Director Zheng," Li Mingyuan grinned, his lips swollen like sausages pulled into a ferocious arc, "I'll submit the proposal, take a look!"

After Li Mingyuan talked to Director Zheng about the work, he threw the documents aside but did not move.

Director Zheng looked at Li Mingyuan suspiciously, "What else?"

Li Mingyuan pulled his sausage-like lips again before saying to Director Zheng, "Director, the Hu Meiling you introduced me to... is quite enthusiastic!"

Director Zheng's thermos cup slammed down on the table, and the wolfberries popped all over the table like popcorn, before he could say anything.

"She wants to give every man a home!" Li Mingyuan added, "Last night, as soon as I left home, three burly guys stopped me and said, 'How dare you covet my eldest brother's woman?'..."

He rubbed his waist with a grin, "This morning, Hu Meiling came to pay the money, and she let it slip—I have a mistress at my house alone!"

The smile on Director Zheng's face froze. His face turned the color of liver!

He knew what kind of person his sister-in-law was! That little girl was a troublemaker. If she wasn't like that, how could she have come from Shanghai to this small place like Ji City!

But I didn’t expect that after so many warnings, it’s still like this!

However, everything has its own boundaries, so I could only say a few perfunctory words and dismiss the person, "This... young people's emotional problems..."

After Director Zheng finished his official remarks, he realized that Li Mingyuan had spontaneously poured himself a cup of tea, as if he was going to settle down in his office!

"Director, my face..." His fingers casually brushed across the bruises on his cheekbones. "This morning, Mr. Ge from the security department asked me if I was a new temporary worker."

As he was talking, he started to groan again, "My waist..."

He slowly stood up holding the edge of the table, turned around and showed it to Director Zheng. Although he was dressed neatly, Director Zheng couldn't make out anything.

"The doctor said that I might have damaged my kidneys. Director Zheng...my waist..." Li Mingyuan suddenly supported his lower back and slowly stood up in a strange posture.

"I got kicked in the face last night, and now I can't even bend..." He pretended to bend down to pick up a non-existent document, then bounced back with a "ouch!" "Look!"

Director Zheng's temples were throbbing. "How about... you go back and rest for a few days?"

"Rest?" Li Mingyuan's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, "But there are still several projects that are not finished!

To be honest, my hands are still shaking as I was writing the production report yesterday.

He stretched out his right hand, just in time for the director to see the scratch at the base of his palm. "I'm afraid this has delayed progress."

Director Zheng's Adam's apple rolled. "Your health is more important. I'll just keep an eye on your projects for you!"

"You're right," Li Mingyuan immediately took over the conversation, "I'm just thinking about the year-end evaluation coming up, and my performance..."

Before the last word had even faded, Director Zheng said, "We're all friends. Your project is definitely yours!"

Li Mingyuan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Thank you very much, organization, I will just rest for two days.

After all, I still have to pay for medical expenses, and now I have to raise my child by myself..."

Director Zheng felt his temples trembling as if he were about to dance disco. He opened the drawer on his right, pulled out a cowhide bag, took out three Great Unity tickets and pushed them over.

"Nutrition allowance." Director Zheng's glasses reflected the light. "It's a factory tradition. If a comrade is injured, our organization will make sure they are properly accommodated."

Li Mingyuan didn't touch the great unity either, he sighed deeply!

He gently touched the dark blue eye socket with his fingers, and immediately gasped, "How can I go to the sister company to get a job in this state? They will think that our factory has poor security..."

Director Zheng's mouth twitched for a moment, and after a while, he slammed his thermos cup on the table. "I'll approve your leave! I'll approve your work injury leave until the Lantern Festival! Come back to work after you recover!"

Director Zheng immediately took a pen and quickly wrote down the date on the leave note. The tip of the pen paused slightly on the four words "the fifteenth day of the first lunar month", and the ink spread slightly.

Li Mingyuan took it with both hands, lightly twisted the paper with his fingertips, and his eyes swept over the line of handwriting inconspicuously, and the corners of his mouth moved almost imperceptibly.

"Thank you for your consideration, Director." He folded the note in half twice and put it in his pocket along with the three big unity notes on the table!

As he stood up, he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Director Zheng, about Hu Meiling..."

"It's normal not to be attracted to each other!" Director Zheng said firmly. "The organization will never interfere in personal lives! Young people should have a correct view of marriage and love!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Li Mingyuan nodded and retreated to the door!

In the corridor, Li Mingyuan was flicking the banknotes.

He touched his swollen face and suddenly felt that the beating was worth it - he could lie down and receive salary during the work injury leave, and thirty yuan was enough to buy three Daqianmen cars!

As for Hu Meiling, sorry, Li Mingyuan, who was too happy, didn’t think about it for the time being!