As he was talking, Li Cheng noticed that Lao Yue's face looked strange, so he asked him what was going on.
Lao Yue angrily said, "What's going on? You don't seem angry at all! This is the embassy bombing, and people died. Why do you have such an attitude? Also, what did you call me just now? Lao Yue, am I that old?"
Li Cheng smiled, took a towel, and said, "Will anger be of any use? Should we blast back? It's better to concentrate on our work and do it well. Use our work as a spear and stab them hard when the time comes."
Old Yue was anxious and was about to say something when Li Cheng said, "As for calling you Old Yue, look at yourself. You have a slicked-back hair at your age, and you look like a great man. It's not wrong to call you Old Yue."
Lao Yue touched his head, smoothed his hair back, and smiled sheepishly.
"What are you laughing at? Don't you have to go to work?"
Upon hearing this, Lao Yue quickly put down the newspaper, stood up and started to clean up.
By this time, Li Xing had finished washing up. He glanced around, walked straight to the clothes rack and took off his uniform.
While getting dressed, Li Xing glanced at the newspaper that Lao Yue had placed on the table between their beds. He saw a line of shocking words on the front page headline: "NATO brazenly bombed our embassy in Yugoslavia."
The Financial Times was a newspaper that Li Cheng and Lao Yue read almost every day. However, they only read it because of the stock market information printed in the middle of pages three and four.
Lao Yue went to the company's communication room early in the morning to get the newspaper. If he was late, the newspaper would have been distributed to various departments by the communication room staff.
"Oh, I was so focused on reading the news in the newspaper that I forgot to buy some soy milk and fried dough sticks."
"Buy it on the way and take it to the car. It's your turn to buy it today, right?"
Lao Yue looked at Li Cheng with some confusion and said, "You were the one who took the newspaper yesterday and bought some pancakes on the way. The meat filling was not fresh. We both had diarrhea all day. How come you forgot about it today?"
Li Cheng smiled, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go. It's too late and the soy milk and fried dough sticks are gone."
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