Chapter 72 We were both shocked
The next day at work, I was afraid my master would notice my mistake, so I simply posted a note on WeChat:
Unless there is a special reason, please call during off-hours.
I also posted a special message on my Moments.
Master doesn't check WeChat Moments anyway. Even if he does, it doesn't matter. I think Wan Shanhong is quite dedicated.
Then set your phone to vibrate.
Mr. Deng, Mr. Lan, Mr. Yu, Mr. He, as well as their secretaries and staff; Lao Xiao, Lao Lin, Dongzi, my sister, my brother-in-law and the like, you should answer the phone in front of Master.
If people like Yu Meiren, Director Zhang, and Village Chief Qiao call me, I will handle the matter later.
It's just that you have to go to the bathroom more frequently than usual.
However, it was a bit uncomfortable to squat in a place with a little smell and reply to them on WeChat without any shit or urine.
The master didn't notice anything unusual.
Friday came quickly, and I was having lunch at home when Director Zhang called.
I put down my chopsticks, walked to the stairwell leading from the second floor to the first floor, stopped, and said with a smile:
"Hello, Director Zhang."
He said on the other end, "Tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, you, I, and two female friends will go hiking together. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand. I will obey your order."
"You leave home at 8:30 and drive to the door of the 'Yi Yi Bu She' clothing store. A 20-year-old girl wants to take your car. Do you understand?"
I burst out laughing: "I don't understand."
He said, "That's settled." Then he hung up.
When I turned around and entered the living room on the second floor, I almost bumped into my mother.
I was shocked to find that she was eavesdropping.
Back at the table, my mother asked, "Who is Director Zhang? A girl would choose a name like that."
My father, my sister, and my brother-in-law all laughed like crazy.
My brother-in-law explained, "To save trouble these days, Director Zhang is just Director Zhang, and Director Li is just Director Li."
My mother stared at me and asked, "That was Director Zhang calling you?"
I nodded.
My mother looked at me in surprise: "A director called you on his own initiative?"
I nodded again.
She was even more surprised: "Why am I calling you?"
"Invite me to go mountain climbing with him tomorrow."
"He invited you?" My mother felt that I was becoming more and more boastful.
My brother-in-law laughed and said, "Mom, Shanhong is your son at home, but outside this door, people call him Master. He is respected."
My mother couldn't think clearly for a long time. She stared at me for a long time and said hesitantly, "It's my duty to accompany the leader on the mountain. We are all from other places, so we need the leader to take good care of us here."
I usually take one day off a week, and I just need to tell my master. So, I called my brother-in-law aside and said, "Go fishing tomorrow, and I'll give you a bag of fish food. You can eat it and sell it."
"real?"
"Dare to lie to your brother-in-law?"
After that, I led him to my room.
My sister is so powerful that she has almost taken away all the power of my brother-in-law, an intellectual. Now, my brother-in-law is basically a useless person. My sister doesn't let him take charge of any matters in the store.
He was happy to ignore it. If he did, my sister would quarrel with him.
Whenever my sister roared like a lion, I felt sorry for him, except for me, her brother-in-law, who was on his side. With a ratio of one to three, he was definitely the underdog.
Fortunately, he has a very gentle temper. Whenever my sister roars like a lion, he just smiles shamelessly.
I took out a bag of bait and said, "Go to the river and fish. Just keep three for me."
My brother-in-law was a little skeptical: "Leave three for you? It's still uncertain whether I can even catch three."
"Don't worry, if there are less than three, come back tomorrow and slap me."
…
I didn't sleep well all night and had a lot of random thoughts.
However, at 7:30 the next day, I did not fail my mission. I got up on time and went to the store to eat a bowl of rice noodles.
I washed the car again and drove out excitedly. I looked for a place and found the Yiyibushe clothing store, which was located at the intersection of Xiangyuan Avenue and Shidai Chunguang Avenue in the city center.
Fortunately, the traffic was light. We arrived in twenty minutes. From a distance, we saw Director Zhang's Toyota SUV parked in front of the store.
I honked the horn. Director Zhang stuck his head out the window, waved at me, then stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Then, a girl walked out of the store, pressed the button in her hand as she walked, the rolling shutter door slowly lowered, and she slowly walked towards me.
I jumped out of the car and stood by the road waiting for her.
Her figure became larger and clearer.
A girl in her twenties, wearing a white short jacket, black pants and black boots, walked towards me.
When she was less than five meters away from me, she was stunned.
It's totally understandable. Maybe Poppy introduced me to her about how handsome I was, but she never expected that I was so handsome.
I am definitely not the little Taoist priest in movies and TV dramas, but a handsome man with a slender figure, angular face and heroic aura.
I wore a pair of jeans and a black stand-collared Zhongshan suit, looking like a mixture of a Western cowboy and a Republic of China intellectual.
This style will attract attention in any occasion.
Of course, I was stunned too.
Although I have seen her photos, the still photos are far different from the real person who appears in front of me with every smile and frown.
Some people are better looking in person than in their photos, and some people are better looking in person than in their photos.
She is more beautiful and charming than in the photo.
Besides being well-dressed, her face was fair and rosy, with a high nose and a small mouth. I must save the description of her eyes for last.
Those were a pair of shiny black eyes, a pair of eyes that had not been polluted by worldly dust, and were as pure as a deep pool.
"Hello, Xiuxiu." I broke the silence.
Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, as if she was a little shy. She didn't call my name, but a shy smile spread across her lips, and she lowered her head and said, "Hello."
Get in the car.
After following my master for so long, I've become a bit serious, often giving instructions to others, and I've developed a bit of a "master" air. Now, when I see a beautiful woman, my high school scumbag nature takes over.
"Didn't you apply to film school?"
This kind of flattery works immediately.
She immediately relaxed and returned to her usual nature, giving me a sidelong glance, feeling ecstatic inside but disgusted on the surface.
"But it's better not to apply. Then I'll have to look up to you, a star, and if I do that for too long, my neck will get sore."
She tried to hold it back, but couldn't help it and burst out laughing. She almost called me a love expert.
She was not allowed to speak twice, so she had to take "murderous action" again.
I said seriously, "Let me tell you a story."
Her face flushed, figuring I wasn't telling a serious story. She bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, trying to keep from bursting out laughing and losing her goddess demeanor.
I cleared my throat. "Xiao Li had a goldfish. When it died, he was very sad and planned to cremate it and then bury it in water. He put the fish on the stove to roast it. He kept roasting it, and when it was cooked, he forgot his original intention and ate the fish."
She didn't laugh when she heard it, but glanced at me as if asking, what kind of joke is this?
Of course, this is a cold joke.
I said, "You don't understand, right? Let me give you an analogy. Some men come into your clothing store to look at clothes. After looking for a long time, they forget their original intention of buying clothes and fall in love with the owner. Is this true?"
She couldn't hold it in any longer, so she covered her heart with one hand and her mouth with the other, bent down, and giggled so hard that her body shook.
Okay, after using these three tricks, the scumbag basically established the image of being "tall, handsome, and humorous". Next, I drove seriously and waited for her to talk.
She had laughed enough and felt that if she didn't speak, she would be too aloof. Being too aloof would make people feel that she was difficult to interact with, so she took the initiative to ask, "Do you know the name of the mountain we are climbing today?"
"Zi Mu Mountain."
She looked at my profile and said, "Want to hear the story of Zimu Mountain?"
"Of course, who doesn't want a free tour guide?"
She pouted and said, "Zimu Mountain is a legend created by our Tourism Bureau Director."
"Ah?" I knew about Zimu Mountain, but as a foreigner, it was the first time I heard that "Zimu Mountain" was a fabricated myth.
I turned my head to glance at her pretty face and said, "Tell me quickly."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
