Chapter 33 33 My wife is waiting for me at home
Before taking on the task of driving Tang Ke to work, Fu Yu always arrived at the company to punch in at 9:55 every morning. The saying "the early bird catches the worm" was a complete lie fabricated by the company. Arriving early would not be counted as overtime pay. The working class has the dignity of the working class, and he would never arrive early.
Later, he started arriving at the company half an hour early. When his colleagues asked him about his dignity, he replied, "You don't understand. My wife goes to work at nine o'clock."
Everyone on the development team felt that Fu Yu had changed since he got married. He spoke with a certain arrogance, a sobering air. Who didn't have a wife? Plenty of people on the development team had wives, even children. Why was he the only one to be so? He didn't seem like the romantic type. Who asked him about it? Was it because his wife started work at nine that he had to follow suit and work past nine? And last time, someone noticed a small object on his computer, and before anyone could ask, he claimed it was his wife. You'd think it was fine to play with it at home, but wasn't it a bit arrogant to have it on a work computer? It was like he was just venting his frustrations at home in a public place. It was quite strange. Everyone had only met his wife once, and she always smiled and seemed much more approachable than he was.
However, it is also good for them that Fu Yu suffers from marital arrogance syndrome. As long as they tolerate his arrogant remarks that put his wife at the center of everything, they can avoid more vicious remarks such as "Are you really writing code instead of mouth ulcers?", "I can't understand it without comments, even if God comes, you are still a piece of shit", "I told you to go to GitHub to find wheels, did you go to the wrong hub? Why are there only warnings?"
Even his leaders are courteous to him. No one can persuade him, and no one can irritate him. His personal system is visibly perfect. What he does and eats every day is all organized. He goes to work and leaves work indifferently. He convinces people with reason during meetings. He is often admired by interns and newcomers for his excellent skills. If he doesn't know something, he will say so directly. He will participate in team building but never actively integrate into the crowd. He has the image of a chosen NPC who is between easy to get along with and difficult to get along with, and is a typical person who has his own life to live.
But even this NPC changed after getting married. He arrived early, stopped working overtime, and left at 8 p.m. every night. What was that all about? Was he openly defying the capitalists? The development team members understood that he was acting this way because he had a wife and children, but his boss didn't understand and called him into the office.
"Fu Yu, has anything happened at home recently?" the leader asked.
Fu Yu sat on the sofa and shook his head: "No."
"Oh, no." The leader spoke in a roundabout way. "Did you know that a project fund was approved last week?"
Fu Yu: "I know. Wu Jiang told me about the 'Wudang Weapon' project."
"Yes." The leader washed the tea set, put the tea leaves in, and poured the tea. After he finished the tedious steps and took a sip of tea, he continued, "I hope you can lead them to speed up the completion of this project. It would be best if you could produce a preliminary model within a month. Is that possible?"
Fu Yu calculated in his heart that it was barely possible, but he didn't want to force it, so his answer was: "No."
The leader's face froze, remembering that his arrogant pressure had been useless during negotiations with him. He straightened himself and asked seriously, "Why not? Didn't you complete Project XX in just one month? The same goes for the money. I'll give you some extra funds, and I can also meet any other material needs. If the team needs it, I can report it to the higher-ups."
"It's not a matter of money." Fu Yu glanced calmly at the leader's tea set and said, "There's not enough time, at least two months."
Hearing the figure double, the boss's brows deepened. "How can it not be enough? You've been working overtime this month, and if you squeeze in some time, you can make a lot more. The company isn't refusing overtime pay, and if you get it done, everyone will get a bonus at the end of the year. It all comes down to money, right?"
Fu Yu's sitting posture remained unchanged from beginning to end. If it weren't for the blinking of his eyes, the leader would have thought he was a wooden man. Wooden men are opinionated and difficult to handle. Talking to them is a struggle. If you speak too harshly, you're afraid he'll quit; if you speak too softly, you're afraid it won't sway him.
"Besides, I will work hard with you. No matter how late you stay, I will stay that late too. We all work hard together. It's not just you who is tired, everyone is tired. It's always been like this in our industry. You know that if you want to make more money, you have to work hard." The leader advised earnestly.
Fu Yu remained unmoved, his expression not much different from when he first sat down. He understood his leader's intentions, but he disagreed.
What does "always like this" mean? What does "working hard" mean? Life is nothing more than working from sunrise to sunset. If you're driven by money, the sun is money; if you're driven by happiness, the sun is just the sun. Can a person catch up to the sun? Didn't Kuafu already try for us, the descendants of Yan and Huang? There's no need to be bitter and resentful about having to do something.
Besides, his wife is waiting for him at home. Does he understand the blue light protection? If you look at electronic products too much, you should check your wife, don’t you understand? The boss doesn’t understand, he only cares about making money.
"Too much pressure will lead to decreased efficiency, and this is the same for everyone. Instead of working inefficiently, it's better to recharge and work efficiently the next day." Fu Yu refuted the first point and then explained his original intention on the second point: "Regardless of manpower and financial resources, this project will normally take at least two months to complete. Expedited work may not necessarily be good. If it's not a big deal, I suggest playing it safe."
The boss's face turned completely green, and he directly pointed out his real dissatisfaction: "I feel that you have become more and more lazy since last month. Others may be inefficient, but what about you? You can obviously get more done by working overtime, your efficiency is not low, and you get more overtime pay. Why are you spending less and less time in the company?"
Fu Yu finally showed a different expression, an incredible look of "Old Deng, why don't you listen to what you are saying."
"This is a personal choice, boss. I'm not taking overtime pay and not working overtime. I'm just leaving get off work normally," he said.
"So you didn't do this before? Why? What good would it be for you to leave work early? It would be better to get more money." The leader insisted on asking for a reason.
"My wife is waiting for me at home." Fu Yu said calmly.
The leader choked, unable to adapt to looking at this expressionless face that could not be replaced by artificial intelligence, while listening to him talking about love, which was very inconsistent.
"You got married not long ago, didn't you? I heard."
Fu Yu: "Yeah."
"I'm sharing my experience with you. You'll need to spend money a lot in the future, and the financial pressure will be even greater when you have children. So make more money while you're still young. Your wife should also be more understanding and considerate of you, as you're working hard to support the family." The leader softened his tone.
Fu Yu felt that he was trying to sow discord and refused, "To support a family, you must first have a home. The time I spend with her is not much to begin with. If I reduce it further, I may not have a home at all. Boss, please be considerate of me."
“…” It was his bad luck to meet such a subordinate who turned the tables on him.
"That's it for now. I'll be off work soon, boss. I'm leaving first." Fu Yu stood up and bowed slightly to his leader. Halfway through, he remembered something and turned back to add, "Oh, by the way, I will speed up the 'Weapon Wudang' project. If it can't be done in a month, I will definitely be able to do it within two months."
"Okay, okay, I feel relieved when you say that." The leader walked down the steps he had given, regaining a little dignity.
A conversation with his boss delayed Fu Yu from finishing up his work for the day. He sat at his workstation for an extra fifteen minutes, not leaving until he finished writing his log. Everyone on the team knew this wasn't a good deal; sitting for half an hour rounded up would earn him an extra hour of overtime, so since he was leaving late, he might as well leave more than thirty minutes later. The boss couldn't have been unaware of this rule, but he didn't care. What a waste of talent.
Fu Yu sent a message to Tang Ke in the car: "I'm off work."
These days he always notifies her before going home. The ostensible reason is to let her be mentally prepared and not be startled by the sudden sound of the door opening. Secondly, if she wants to eat a midnight snack, he can buy it on the way home, which is more convenient.
He knew how obsessed Tang Ke was with "going with the flow" and that she couldn't refuse most of the "going with the flow".
For example, her reply today was: "Okay, could you pick up a package for me? I'll send you the pickup code."
"good."
"My new hangers have arrived. Your hangers are ugly, flimsy, and all the same color. I bought a lot, and I've bought your share too. I'll tell you how to divide them when you come back. I'm going to put away the clothes first."
"good."
Tang Ke adapted quickly to his home and mastered the skills of survival in just a few days, including but not limited to sending and receiving express deliveries, ordering takeout, washing and drying clothes, and ordering his little Ai classmate to tell jokes.
Fu Yu was very happy that she could live happily in his house, which showed that she was very likely to stay there in the future. He could hear her say good night every night. As long as he kept the status quo, she would not hate him.
When Fu Yu arrived home carrying a heavy snakeskin bag, Tang Ke was trying to fold their clothes using the "ABC folding" method.
Hearing the door open, she hurriedly looked up, her hands moving non-stop, "You're back, thank you very much!"
Fu Yu slowly placed the package next to the shoe cabinet and said, "Did you make all these Indian parathas?"
"What? Haven't you seen it? The Internet says that if you grasp these two points and then grasp this point, you can fold the clothes quickly." Tang Ke's theory is perfect, but his practical skills need to be improved.
"That's quick, but have you ever thought about making some roti canai?"
"Let go of that flying pancake."
"I'll help you." Fu Yu washed his hands, walked to her side, and picked out a short-sleeved shirt of his own from the pile of clothes that had just been collected.
Tang Ke rewatched the tutorial, reproducing it in super slow motion, pulling and lifting. She truly mastered it. She chuckled triumphantly, "Where there's a will, there's a way!" It's no longer an Indian flying pancake; it's a tofu block joining the army. Apologize to it!
"I'm sorry, I don't know what's important." Fu Yu seemed to have not found the key yet. He lowered his head and asked her humbly: "I don't know, please teach me."
"Come on, I'll teach you!"
Tang Ke held the back of his hand, guided his left hand to find point A, guided his right hand to find point B, and then guided point A to find point C. Finally, he succeeded in making the four arms overlap closely and cross-stacked, unable to twist.
"..." Tang Ke was embarrassed. She had just succeeded once, so how could she dare to be a teacher.
Fu Yu tilted his head, his breath close to her forehead, and asked, "And then?"
"Then... lift it up." Tang Ke recalled the tutorial content.
"How do you raise it?" Fu Yu seemed to have caught the teacher's unprofessional handle and kept asking.
"Let's put it this way..." Tang Ke raised his wrist, the clothes were still out of shape, and their arms were entangled tighter, and she almost fell into his arms.
The two of them were clearly dressed neatly, yet they were reduced to a situation where their skin was touching their skin, and her cheeks couldn't help but feel hot.
"Okay, okay, I'm not very good at it either." Tang Ke let go and took a step aside.
Fu Yu swallowed his Adam's apple lightly, and calmly moved his eyes away from her lips. He buried his head in studying hard and said, "Again, consider making Indian flying pancakes."
"Don't make me throw it in your face."
Tang Ke walked to the entrance to open the package. She remembered that her mother-in-law had chatted with her recently and hinted several times that they wanted to come. Delaying again and again was not a solution. She was already familiar with the environment here, so it shouldn't be exposed. She could discuss it with Fu Yu.
"Hey, Fu Yu." She looked at the people in the living room and her words were stuck in her mouth.
Wait a minute, did he learn his ABCs so quickly? He could fold so smoothly so quickly? Could the textbooks be based on his methods? Is the phrase "where there's a will, there's a way" referring to the mole next to the character for "disease"?
"Hmm?" Fu Yu looked up in response, understanding her look that seemed like she was being backstabbed, and explained nonchalantly, "Oh, I'm more perceptive."
"Are you cursing again?"
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The author has something to say: Fu Yu: Creating physical contact very unintentionally.
Tang Ke: The worst backstab in history.
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