While the young couple Yuan Fangguo and Song Yiting were enjoying their extremely private world of two in the mansion, Yang Xuexiu and Gao Dapeng were once again worried about where to live.
Previously, Yang Xuexiu lived well in the basement, but a month ago, a fire broke out in the basement of a community in the capital. At present, various local governments are cleaning up the basements in various communities, and Yang Xuexiu's landlord is naturally no exception. He told Yang Xuexiu that he must move out within a week, otherwise he might be detained.
Yang Xuexiu's condition was not good, and Gao Dapeng's was not much better. The room was originally for two people, but unexpectedly, after the New Year, their unit seconded two young people from below, and the previous single bed became bunk beds, and the space for two people was now divided up by four people.
Moreover, one of the two young men who were on loan snored very loudly, basically snoring from the moment he fell asleep to when he woke up in the morning; the other one had severe foot odor and body odor. After staying in the dormitory for a long time, Yang Xuexiu could even smell a faint mixed odor on her boyfriend's body.
The direct consequence of having so many people around was that Gao Dapeng's sleep was seriously affected, and he often looked listless at work.
On Friday, Gao Dapeng was concentrating on drafting a document in his office when suddenly a folder was thrown at him.
"Dapeng, please help me make a copy." The tone was an order that could not be challenged.
Gao Dapeng looked up and saw that it was the old man in the office.
Although he is called a veteran, he is actually not very old, even less than 30 years old. However, he knows how to handle things in the office, especially being very close to several top leaders. Therefore, he lives a very carefree life in the office.
In the past, whenever he encountered those chores, he basically handed them over to a few newcomers in the office. These newcomers were generally honest and easy to bully, and they dared not complain about the work assigned by the old hands.
However, Gao Dapeng is currently feeling troubled. On the one hand, he has to deal with his girlfriend looking for a house, and on the other hand, he has to deal with the work at hand. If he cannot finish the work today, he will have to work overtime on the weekend. The direct consequence of working overtime on the weekend is that he will not be able to accompany his girlfriend to find a house, and he will not be able to meet his good brother Yuan Fangguo.
"I'm busy right now." Gao Dapeng was processing a key data, so he basically just looked up at Lao Youtiao and then turned his gaze back to the computer.
"Fuck, what's your attitude?" The old fox had been in the office for so long, but this was the first time he was rejected. He was also called a fool by the guys in the office, so his face suddenly fell.
"Brother, I really don't have time." Gao Dapeng quickly said with a smile.
"I don't care. Just make a copy for me before noon and I'll pick it up when I go to work in the afternoon." After saying this, the old man went into another office to smoke and drink tea.
Everyone in the office couldn't help but glance at Gao Dapeng, and when they saw his blushing face, they all started to laugh.
Among these newcomers, Gao Dapeng is the easiest to bully.
Gao Dapeng sighed helplessly, quickly processed the data, picked up the thick folder and went to the copy room.
Who would have thought that when I got to the copy room, it was crowded with people.
Thinking that he still had a lot of things to deal with, Gao Dapeng temporarily put aside the idea of helping Lao Youtiao with photocopying, sat down in his seat and continued to deal with his own things.
After a quick lunch at noon, without even having time to go to the bathroom, he sat in front of the computer and started typing again.
Time flew by and it was already afternoon working hours. Coincidentally, Director Ye from the office came over with a notebook in his hand.
"Well, Xiao Gao, please hurry up and help print out the contents of this notebook." After saying that, Director Ye threw the thick notebook in front of Gao Dapeng.
Gao Dapeng quickly asked, "Director Ye, what's in this? The meeting minutes?"
Director Ye laughed and said, "That's not meeting minutes at all. These are poems written by our director's father-in-law. The old man likes to write poetry, but the publishing house won't publish it. The director thought about it and decided to print out these poems."
When Gao Dapeng heard this, he was immediately surprised. The director had just said in the meeting that power should not be abused for personal gain, but now he asked Director Ye to print out his father-in-law's poetry collection.
However, he did not dare to be negligent. The rank of the director was equivalent to that of the mayor in an ordinary prefecture-level city. For a small figure like him, it was a huge mountain that he had to look up to.
"Okay, I'll make the most of it later." Gao Dapeng said with a laugh.
Director Ye Wanchun's expression suddenly fell. "When you're done tomorrow morning, I have to take it to the director."
"Director, I haven't even finished half of the research you assigned me?" Gao Dapeng said with difficulty. He estimated that he would have to stay up all night tonight, otherwise, he would not be able to explain to his girlfriend and brothers tomorrow.
"Then hurry up and do it. I don't care. Print it out and send it to me before noon tomorrow. By the way, there must be no typos." Ye Wanchun's face had become quite ugly. In his opinion, Gao Dapeng was always procrastinating in doing things. He had no courage or determination at all. He was a complete nerd.
After saying this, Director Ye put his hands behind his back and walked away.
Just as Director Ye left, Lao Youtiao walked in with a Zhonghua cigarette between his lips. As soon as he entered the door, he started yelling, "Gao Dapeng, have you finished copying it for me?"
Gao Dapeng was stunned and trembled all over. He had forgotten about it because there were too many people in the copy room that morning.
"Brother Wang, I..."
"What do you mean?" the old fox said coldly with a frown.
"I'm sorry, I forgot."
"Fuck it! You can even forget something like this?" The old man flew into a rage. "What's the matter? Is Brother Wang's words no longer effective?"
"Brother Wang, it's really not the case. Let me explain." Gao Dapeng didn't want to offend someone like Lao Youtiao, but at the same time, he didn't dare to offend him, because he knew that if he offended Lao Youtiao, he would definitely not have a good time in the unit.
"What the hell is there to explain? Do you have something against me?" The old fox's hands were shaking. If there wasn't someone next to him, he really wanted to slap Gao Dapeng a few times. What a joke.
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