Chapter 2 Employee Dormitory Pro Max (2)
A few days after construction started, Cheng Hu came to the company alone, saying he needed to talk to Zhang Mo.
Zhang Mo was a little confused. Cheng Hu was very virtuous and almost never contacted female clients without permission. Usually, it was Yan Shuyi or Huang Mao and Hong Mao who contacted her.
What important matter could have happened today that required Cheng Hu to come all the way here to see me in person?
Although it was strange, they still met with Cheng Hu in the conference room of the office area.
"Tea or coffee?" Zhang Mo asked.
Cheng Hu, a large dog with its bones removed, huddled in the single sofa, looking somewhat sad: "Excuse me, Mr. Zhang, is there anything sweet?" He raised his hand to wipe his face, "I've had enough lately."
Zhang Mo: "......"
He then took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator in the conference room and placed it on the table in front of him.
Cheng Hu stared intently at the can of cola, his eyes filled with complex emotions—longing and yearning—yet he hesitated to touch it. Finally, he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and asked, "Do you have a sugar-free one? My wife usually doesn't allow me to drink full-sugar carbonated drinks, saying they're bad for my health."
Zhang Mo wore a "senior citizen on the subway looking at their phone" expression, thinking to herself: Is this kid here to chat with me today? Did he come all this way just to complain about his wife not letting him drink Coke? ???
Since there was no sugar-free cola, Zhang Mo could only give him a bottle of mineral water. Finally, she sat down opposite him and offered a perfunctory consolation: "Your wife doesn't let you drink it because it's for your own good."
Cheng Hu lowered his head sadly, his voice muffled in his chest, like the low sob of a wounded wild beast: "But recently she's changed..."
A few days ago, I was making cola chicken wings for her in the kitchen. I took a sip in front of her, and she was so busy making a phone call that she didn't even scold me.
She! Actually! Didn't scold me?!
Zhang Mo: "......"
Are you sad because the other person didn't insult you? Is this how modern people date? Or do you have some kind of secret fetish?
Zhang Mo used all her composure to prevent her expression from completely crumbling. She supported her forehead with one hand, pressing her fingertips against her throbbing temples, and sighed, "Otherwise, I should ask Master Yu to come and take a look at you."
In this state, it's really time to find a master to exorcise the evil spirits.
As if struck on a sore spot, Cheng Hu suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, and said sadly, "President Zhang, you don't understand, things have been really strange lately!"
My wife often talks on the phone with other people behind my back, and she laughs so happily! Her eyes and eyebrows are all curved in a smile!
Zhang Mo's mind quickly flashed to Xiao Jiang's image, and she comforted her, "Maybe... it's just with your best friend? Isn't that how girls chat?"
Cheng Hu: "I heard it, it was a boy."
Zhang Mo was almost certain that Yan Shuyi had been making phone calls to Xiao Jiang behind Cheng Hu's back, so she said, "President Cheng, this is not right. Even if you're married, shouldn't you have normal social interactions and personal privacy? Don't you trust President Yan?"
Cheng Hu nodded blankly, seemingly agreeing, but then said in an even more dejected voice, "But lately, even my two best brothers have stopped talking to me!"
"Who?" Zhang Mo didn't react immediately. "Yellow hair? Red hair?"
Cheng Hu nodded vigorously, his hair trembling.
"The two of them? So loyal to you? That can't be right?" Zhang Mo asked doubtfully. Yan Shuyi was one thing, but how could the two with yellow hair and red hair ignore their big brother?
“Really!” Cheng Hu suddenly looked up and stared at Zhang Mo, his eyes filled with hurt and disbelief. “Just a few days ago, at the company, they were eating and chatting during their lunch break. As soon as I walked over, they immediately quieted down.”
I clearly heard them talking about Lu Ban and stuff.
I just don't understand. We were just chatting about a game, Honor of Kings. We used to play ranked matches together all the time. Why is she suddenly being so wary of me?
Zhang Mo: "".
Ah...
With his elbows propped on the table, Cheng Hu sadly held his head, his fingers digging deep into his short stubble, his broad back arching like a mountain on the verge of collapse: "We were so good before, why did it suddenly turn out like this... I know it's presumptuous of me to come to you, but I really don't know what to do."
Mr. Zhang, you are the smartest person I know.
Can you help me analyze why this is happening? They are my closest relatives, I really can't accept it...
Zhang Mo seemed to want to speak but hesitated, then hesitated again but still wanted to.
She remembered Yan Shuyi saying that Cheng Hu was very timid, and she shouldn't scare him to death.
Just as I was thinking about what to say, Huang Mao called.
Zhang Mo answered the call.
Even though it wasn't hands-free, probably because it was too noisy on the other end, the blond guy was practically yelling at the top of his lungs, his voice sounding amplified as if it were being amplified, reaching straight to the ceiling: "Mr. Zhang, those pangolins you called are digging too deep!"
An ancient tomb from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods has been unearthed! Master Lu says there are several female ghosts buried alive with the deceased!
What should we do? According to the Law on the Protection of Cultural Relics, construction work must be stopped if an ancient tomb is unearthed!
Zhang Mo: "......"
Cheng Hu: "??????"
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When Yan Shuyi brought Xiao Jiang over, Cheng Hu was lying on the sofa in the lounge, barely breathing.
It looks a bit dead.
Huang Mao was holding a stack of A4 copy paper that he had grabbed from somewhere next to a printer. He was folding it into a crooked fan shape and frantically slapping it at Cheng Hu's face.
Hongmao then pulled out a brand-new white hand towel from somewhere and carefully wiped Cheng Hu's sweat, as if he were wiping some fragile antique porcelain.
"Brother Hu, my dear brother! Why didn't you say anything before you suddenly showed up?"
"Oh dear, we didn't mean to hide it from you, we were just worried you'd react this way. Oh dear, look at the mess we've made..."
Jiang Rong had just finished taking Cheng Hu's pulse and said, "It's a common qi and blood disorder after being frightened. Boil wheat, licorice, and jujubes together and drink it for a few days."
Huang Mao quickly jotted it down in his phone's notes app: "Okay, okay, thank you, miracle doctor."
Yan Shuyi glanced at her weak husband, shook her head, and decided to focus on her work first.
Instead, Xiao Jiang walked up to Cheng Hu, looking apologetic, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng."
Cheng Hu: "You...you..." His breathing became rapid again.
Yan Shuyi could hardly bear to watch. She turned to Zhang Mo and asked, "President Zhang, how did it go? Have you contacted the Cultural Relics Bureau yet?"
This kind of thing cannot be hidden easily; the consequences are severe.
Zhang Mo: "I contacted some friends in the government to see what they have to say."
Contact W city directly. Otherwise, they might say they want to conduct a large-scale archaeological excavation here, put up a wall, and not only will construction have to stop, but they won't even be able to use the newly completed office area. That would be a huge loss.
So she contacted Qin Yuechuan first, since they were the more sensible ones.
Qin Yuechuan was also shocked, as he had never dealt with a similar problem before. He said he would bring a team of experts over tomorrow to take a look.
Cheng Hu was still glaring at Xiao Jiang, yelling "You you you you!" Yan Shuyi sighed and went over to sit next to her silly husband, patting his big head: "Sometimes I really don't know what to do with you."
Zhang Mo: "......" I never imagined that lines from idol dramas would appear in my own company.
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