Chapter 17 Expulsion
A family with two children is always sometimes good and sometimes bad.
Before they even got home, Chen Xinyang started getting angry because his sister walked too fast and didn't wait for him. He crossed his arms in front of him and didn't say a word.
It was not until he entered the house that his attention was diverted to the car. He ran into the study room while playing with it and shared: "Look, it lights up."
Hmm, it will light up.
Chen Yun held her son's armpits and moved him to the living room: "Sister is doing homework, you can't go in and disturb her."
Chen Xinyang was lifted up by his mother, who treated it as a game, kicking and clacking his feet and laughing.
Unfortunately, Chen Yun was hit in the chest and screamed.
She put her son down and asked, "What are you going to say if you kick your mother?"
Chen Xinyang responded immediately: "I'm sorry, Mom."
Perhaps he was afraid that his apology was not enough, so he gave a shy smile.
Chen Yun didn't mean to argue with him, and ruffled his hair: "It's okay."
Chen Xinyang had no idea what forgiveness was. He just knew that this was a sign that he would not be scolded, so he started playing by himself, rolling around on the ground.
Chen Yun stepped over her son and went into the kitchen: "Mom, are you going tomorrow?"
Liu Yingxia was cooking: "We can't be so insincere when trying to get help from the Buddha. We should at least go for ten days or half a month."
He also said, "I didn't know before that vegetarian noodles are pretty good."
Chen Yun is a typical carnivore. When she heard the word "vegetarian", she stepped back and asked, "Can you eat enough?"
Liu Yingxia gestured: "I eat two big bowls like this."
She doesn't normally eat that much, which shows that being a volunteer is a very laborious job.
Chen Yun: "Are you tired? How about I go for you?"
Liu Yingxia: "No, no, I don't have anything to do anyway."
Only those who have done housework know how arduous it is.
Chen Yun: "Whenever you have free time, you are the most tired one in the family."
When Liu Yingxia heard this, she felt it was worth it and said, "I'll do more while I'm still young and able to work."
Then he asked tentatively: "Why does Fenglin come back so early recently? Did something happen in the company?"
If she knew the truth, she would be so worried that she couldn't sleep at night.
Chen Yun: "I asked him to come back more often. The child misses his father."
Liu Yingxia didn't suspect anything and served the dishes out of the pot: "Will he come back today?"
Chen Yun had just asked: "No, he said he was in a meeting."
Liu Yingxia regretted: "I also fried duck gizzards."
Chen Yun: "Why don't we save some for him to bring to lunch tomorrow? We don't like it anyway."
Liu Yingxia: "Okay, it's not healthy for him to eat takeout every day."
Whether eating healthy or not is not the first requirement of workers.
Song Fenglin was sitting in the conference room at this moment, and he just wanted the earth to explode.
Zhang Peng was even angrier than him. He threw the folder and A4 papers flew everywhere. "He Hong, are you satisfied now?"
He Hong crossed her arms and said, "What the hell are you doing?"
The calmer your opponent is, the more angry you become.
Zhang Peng: "Okay, okay, okay. Now that Blue Venture's financing is completely out of the question, I won't tolerate you anymore. Feel free to use any tricks you have."
Who is tolerating whom? He Hong: "The financing failure is your incompetence. What's the point of barking here?"
Zhang Peng couldn’t help but call someone a dog and leaned forward on the desk.
Seeing that the veins on his forehead were bulging, Song Fenglin was afraid that some violent incident might occur, so he hurried to stop him.
Zhang Peng was filled with rage, all directed at him: "Don't think I don't know that you are in cahoots with her."
Song Fenglin has been trying hard to maintain his neutrality these days, but now he no longer has the energy to deal with it.
He took a deep breath and said, "Calm down."
Zhang Peng could only hear the meaning of "Don't be unreasonable" from his tone, and he became furious: "It's none of your business!"
He has big movements and a big physique.
Song Fenglin took two steps back and fell down.
All the middle and senior management were present today, and someone quickly came up to help: "Are you okay, Mr. Song?"
Song Fenglin was thick-skinned and waved his hand: "It's okay."
He propped himself up and stood up, took a deep breath and said nothing.
When He Hong saw her performance, she immediately provoked him: "How many old employees are left in the company? Zhang Peng, don't you see what you have done? It's so disheartening."
It was indeed disheartening. Song Fenglin lowered his head and looked at the carpet.
He really didn't want to get involved in these things, and said, "If what we want to discuss today has nothing to do with technology, I'll go back."
He Hong said hurriedly: "Okay, go slowly. If you feel uncomfortable, remember to go to the hospital. The company will reimburse you."
Song Fenglin felt as if he was being sandwiched between the couple, and his entire body was filled with exhaustion.
He didn't want to respond to anyone's words now and walked out slowly.
With a step, he touched Zhang Peng's reverse scale.
He was just losing his mind, and he didn't expect someone would dare to add fuel to the fire. His tone was as tense as an old-fashioned printer, and he spoke word by word: "If you don't want to do it so badly, don't come tomorrow."
At this time, Song Fenglin actually had the wisdom to turn on the recording.
He held the phone tightly and turned back slowly: "Mr. Zhang, do you want to fire me?"
This was nothing short of a provocation. Zhang Peng regained his dignity as a superior: "That's right, unless you..."
Before he could finish the second half of his sentence, He Hong interrupted him: "He's just talking nonsense, Feng Lin, don't take it to heart."
She disrupted the financing in order to ensure her own say in the company and had no intention of letting the company fail.
But the more she persuaded him, the more Zhang Peng sang the opposite tune: "It's not your turn to make the decision yet."
Okay, Song Fenglin pushed up his glasses and asked, "What's the compensation standard?"
When it comes to his own interests, Zhang Peng is actually able to react.
But he was stuck here now and couldn't withdraw temporarily.
Both sides looked at each other in silence, and Song Fenglin actually understood the look in the other person's eyes, which seemed to want him to give them a way out.
But everyone has dignity. He asked, "Mr. Zhang regrets it?"
Zhang Peng has backbone: "Follow the law."
I was originally on the layoff list, but now I am the one being laid off.
Song Fenglin actually felt that the mood was quite strange.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he signed the layoff notice, and after confirming that the compensation amount was correct, he put it away: "There is still one month left for the handover. See you tomorrow."
To be honest, his back view is so cool and handsome.
But Zhang Peng looked even angrier and tried hard to convince him that this decision was the right one.
Of course, he is not a fool to have this wealth. Instead, he reflected on himself: "I was too impulsive today. Let's talk about it tomorrow. The meeting is adjourned."
Everyone dispersed in a hurry, and a few of the quicker ones caught up with Song Fenglin: "Boss Song, are you really leaving?"
Song Fenglin put his hands in his pockets and said, "I can't leave for a while. I'll treat everyone to dinner after the handover."
He looked calm and unperturbed, seemingly unaffected.
Those who are more concerned have already started to wonder if he already has a new employer, otherwise he would not have risen up today.
Someone blurted out: "What are your plans after that?"
Song Fenglin: "I'll take a break and take my family out to play. My daughter is about to go to primary school, so I'll help her catch up on her homework."
He really wanted to have a wife and children, but someone responded: "You still have a non-compete agreement."
Song Fenglin: "Yes, you don't have to work for the next two years to get the subsidy."
How is that possible? Most people wouldn't believe it, because that little subsidy was a drop in the bucket compared to his previous income.
But if we continue talking about it, we will have evidence of other people's violations, so everyone stopped talking about it and went home tacitly.
After moving to Wanjiang Prefecture, Song Fenglin has been walking this road for almost three years.
He had the impression that he was always in a hurry, and this was the first time he took the time to look around.
The office building on the left is brightly lit, and the sign of the gym in the building on the right is the brightest.
Song Fenglin thought that it would be more appropriate to open a psychological clinic or something like that, and looked down at his belly.
He reached out and patted, then slowly walked forward again, bypassing the shared bikes parked in a mess.
He was also sharp-eyed. He noticed that one of the cars was not locked, so he locked it with the spirit of helping others.
After doing a good deed, he felt relaxed all over, and even his steps became lighter.
However, due to his own weight, he still looked clumsy no matter how fast he ran, and it was easy for him to run out of breath.
Panting, Song Fenglin kicked a stone on the roadside.
He actually still felt a little aggrieved in his heart, and the events of the past ten years seemed to flash by like flowing water.
What's more, people will develop feelings for a place if they stay there for a long time, and he himself is the type who is easily moved by subtle emotions.
The more this happened, the more desolate the background sound seemed.
Song Fenglin wanted to listen to a song for a rare time, so he put on his headphones and chose the most recently played song.
He and his wife share a software membership, and they both have similar aesthetic tastes in this matter.
But Chen Yun recently had a new hobby, so he was forced to listen to a cover song by Chen Zhiwen.
This handsome guy’s singing skills are really bad. Even after the tuning, his voice seems to be listless and weak.
The more Song Fenglin listened, the more confident he became. He thought that if someone of his level could make his debut, there was nothing he couldn't do.
Everything in front of me was cleared up and digested before I got home.
At least Chen Yun didn't notice anything unusual on his face at first glance, and said, "You're back just in time. You can tell them stories tonight. I have to make a sandbag for Xingxing, and she has to take it with her tomorrow."
Song Fenglin: "Okay, I'll take a shower."
Chen Yun was threading the needle under the lamp, planning to finish making one for her daughter before making one for her son.
She also had experience in raising children, and she knew that no matter what the reason, she would definitely cause a big fuss in Heaven tomorrow.
Song Fenglin coaxed both children to sleep, and seeing that she was still struggling with the needle and thread, he said, "Give it to me."
Chen Yun explained feebly: "I sewed it very tightly, but it just leaked."
Song Fenglin looked at the uneven stitches, cut them open and started over again: "Well, it's the fabric that's the problem."
Chen Yun: "I'm ashamed of you."
Song Fenglin smiled: "I thought you were just feeling ashamed."
Chen Yun: "I am thick-skinned. I don't know how to write these two words."
She went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and pushed it over, saying, "I thought your meeting would last very late."
Song Fenglin paused: "There is something I didn't have time to discuss with you in advance."
What it means to not have enough time is probably that the matter has been settled.
Chen Yun's heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong?"
Song Fenglin: "We had a quarrel at night, and I was fired as a matter of course."
How serious was the quarrel? Chen Yun: "Did they point at your nose and scold you?"
When she asked this question, she already had the answer in her mind, cursing, "Why does he do that? I'll go find him tomorrow."
Song Fenglin quickly comforted her: "No, no, it was me who added fuel to the fire."
He has been feeling bitter and resentful every day since he got off work. Chen Yun was skeptical: "Really?"
Song Fenglin: "I won't lie to you."
This sentence is much more credible. Chen Yun: "That's good, otherwise I will never let him go and let my mother hold the banner."
Song Fenglin: "I thought you were going."
Chen Yun: "I still have some skin in the game."
Then he asked: "What is the compensation standard?"
Song Fenglin: "I can get 15 months, and there are two years of non-compete agreement subsidies."
When Chen Yun was laid off, she didn't have to deal with anything as advanced as a non-compete agreement. She was very curious: "How much is the subsidy?"
Song Fenglin: "More than 20,000 before tax."
Chen Yun calculated it in her mind and patted his shoulder gently: "Congratulations, you are out of the sea of suffering."
He took out another beer from the refrigerator: "Would you like some?"
This is a great time to have a drink.
Song Fenglin held the embroidery needle and said, "Okay."
How to say it, there is a kind of beauty that is a mixture of Zhang Fei and Lin Daiyu.
Chen Yun got drunk before she even drank, and she was laughing like a little duck.
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