Chapter 026 Alive
Three people and one ghost sat at a long table, concentrating on their work.
Qin Mengmeng writes reports, Qin Chuan writes codes, Zhang Sanri handles emails, and Xiao Gui writes essays.
The kid actually doesn’t really want to write an essay.
No high school student would like to write an essay during the holidays, let alone he is studying in a vocational high school.
But three adults were typing on the computer keyboard, and he didn't seem to be very comfortable playing games on the tablet...
I had no choice but to pretend and keep a stern face while typing on the keyboard.
In fact, I have no idea what was written.
Mainly for the sake of being sociable.
Qin Mengmeng is in an incredibly good mental state today.
She is 25 years old this year. She has not done much physical exercise since graduating from high school. She has been living a reversed day and night life for seven or eight years. She has basically never had a regular schedule and sleep, and often needs caffeine to survive.
Headaches are more frequent.
Because of headaches, lack of sleep and excessive stress for no reason, she had not felt her brain function smoothly and without stress for several years.
Although she was still young, far from the rumored midlife crisis at 35, she always felt that her brain was like a broken car, full of faults, with rusty and scarred paint.
Not nearly as smart and sharp as when I was eighteen.
Today, it is as if the rusty bearings have been polished and oiled, all faults have been repaired, and the old car has been refurbished and is back on the road.
She originally thought it would take her a whole morning to finish writing the report, but in this state, she managed to finish the work ahead of schedule in just one hour.
This was even after she had just finished an all-nighter.
He raised his head and looked at Zhang Sanri.
"While you were working today, did you…"
Zhang Sanri understood. He gently tapped his solar plexus with his fingertips and said, "I feel very good today. I feel refreshed and energetic. It's easy to figure out the answer to any question. I rarely feel this way after I turned 30."
Qin Chuan looked away from the computer screen and asked, "What did you do last night?"
Qin Mengmeng thought for a moment and said, "We dug the pit all night."
Qin Chuan: “?”
Qin Mengmeng passed the report she had written to Zhang Sanri.
Zhang Sanri said: "I will submit the report to the local education bureau and housing and construction bureau through my internal connections. I will deal with these in the afternoon."
He gestured with his eyes to the pile of peaches on the ground nearby.
"I won't go to Huangxin Village for now."
Qin Mengmeng nodded. "I'm going to Xincheng High School next. If you have anything, please contact me by text."
"no problem."
Before leaving, Qin Mengmeng took a large plastic bag and picked up four peaches and put them in it.
These peaches are quite big. You don’t need to eat a meal to eat one. Holding four peaches in your hand is as heavy as two bricks.
As soon as Qin Mengmeng came out of the hotel with it, she began to dislike its weight.
She said to Qin Chuan, "It's not a good idea to hold them like this. Eat one, send one to mom's store, and keep one in the refrigerator. Give it to dad when he comes back in a few days."
Qin Chuan took the plastic bag and asked, "Then where are you going?"
Qin Mengmeng still has to go to Xincheng High School.
She picked up another peach from the plastic bag, asked the hotel front desk to get a plastic bag to put it in, and then changed it for three thousand yuan in cash to wrap it up.
"Don't worry about this, it's about the new job."
Qin Chuan glanced at her and said, "Today is Saturday, Xincheng High School is on holiday."
"ah?!"
As twins, Qin Mengmeng has long been accustomed to Qin Chuan's mind-reading ability, but.
"High school students have Saturday off? They are high school students!"
"That's a vocational high school." Qin Chuan complained, "It's fine if key high schools don't have holidays on Saturdays and Sundays, but if a vocational high school dares not have holidays on Saturdays and Sundays, the students will turn the school upside down."
Qin Mengmeng was speechless.
"How can this be?"
I was going to confront the PE teacher during the live broadcast tonight, but Xincheng High School was on holiday...
Aren't vocational high school students already high school students? Why do they have so many holidays?!
Then we can only adapt to the situation.
In any case, we must go to Huangxin Village in the afternoon and finish the physical education teacher's matter in the morning.
It was still early, so Qin Mengmeng sent a message to Chen Liu.
"Do you want to make some extra money?"
Chen Liu replied quickly: "Yes!"
“How many physical education teachers are there in your school?”
Qin Mengmeng assumed that although Xincheng High School had about three to four thousand students and hundreds of teachers, there should not be many physical education teachers.
Chen Liu said, "Let me ask."
"Well, send me all the photos you can find."
Qin Chuan left. Qin Mengmeng stood in the hotel lobby, got a glass of free purified water, turned on the navigation on her phone, and drove to Huangxin Village.
The little ghost appeared and tried to get to the passenger seat, so Qin Mengmeng had to move to the back seat.
"If you can't wear a seat belt, don't sit in the passenger seat. If you sit in the passenger seat, you must wear a seat belt."
The kid muttered, "My grandpa never wears a seat belt when he drives."
Qin Mengmeng said: "You can ride in your grandfather's car as you please, but if you ride in my car, you have to listen to me."
He floated to the back seat and put his head through the passenger seat to look at the plastic bag Qin Mengmeng placed on the passenger seat.
The little ghost asked eagerly: "Is this for my grandma?"
Qin Mengmeng nodded: "You didn't tell me that you had a grandfather. If you had told me earlier, I would have at least taken two peaches."
Although the peaches are not Qin Mengmeng's, this thing is actually very cheap. If they are piled up like a mountain and left there, they will go bad very quickly.
Zhang Sanri wouldn't have any objection if she just took a few bags.
"Oh, it's okay." The kid said, "My grandfather died two years ago. He was driving a black car to the city and got into a car accident and died. The man paid 20,000 yuan in compensation. My grandma used that money to pay for my tuition so that I could learn to cook at school. I can be a cook in the future so I won't starve to death."
Qin Mengmeng: “…”
How do I respond to this?
I can't answer it.
"This is a lot of money, it must be more than three hundred yuan," said the kid.
"Three thousand." Qin Mengmeng said, "Just think of it as an advance on your salary. Otherwise, I don't have that much time to run back and forth every day to pay you your salary."
The little ghost retracted his head and stopped talking.
The current system of paying workers' wages on construction sites has become more mature after years of struggles over unpaid wages.
Now most of them are settled on a daily basis.
If you don't get paid daily, no one will work for you.
The general market price is three hundred to five hundred. The wages for unskilled jobs are lower, and the wages for skilled jobs are higher.
Qin Mengmeng has never been a contractor, but she has seen a lot and knows what's going on.
Although the little boy is sensitive by nature and seems a little extreme and needs to be coaxed, he is not slick, probably because he is still young. Although he is not capable enough at work, he is willing to work hard.
That's good.
Qin Mengmeng is always willing to give the highest trust to those who are hardworking and persevering.
The road to Huangxin Village gradually changed from wide to narrow, from asphalt road to concrete road, and the sides of the road also gradually changed from green forests to farmland.
We have arrived at Huangxin Village.
Huangxin Village is not big. After turning left and right, it drove into the gap between two low hills. A large iron gate painted red appeared in front of Qin Mengmeng.
That is the little devil's home.
At noon, the sun was a little hot. The little ghost hid in Qin Mengmeng's shadow without saying a word. Qin Mengmeng pressed the copper ring on the iron gate.
Ding ding ding.
The clear and distant sound echoed on the hilltop.
An old female voice rang out: "Who is it? Stop knocking, it's too noisy!"
The iron chain wrapped around the door was untied, and there was a clanging sound of metal colliding.
An elderly woman with half of her head white and the other half black opened the door and stood in front of Qin Mengmeng.
She was wearing a black embroidered short-sleeved shirt and black cloth shoes that were very common on the market. Qin Mengmeng knew that the shoes only cost five yuan a pair at the rural market.
Her face was full of wrinkles and ravines, her mouth was looking down, and her eyes were drooping, showing the wear and tear of time.
"Who are you?"
Qin Mengmeng smiled. She knew she couldn't have come to the wrong place because it was the little ghost who led her here personally.
But he still asked, "Are you Ma Chaoji's grandmother?"
The old man glanced at her and asked, "Yes, Ma Chaoji is my grandson. What do you want to see him for?"
Qin Mengmeng suddenly felt something was wrong.
Would an old man who lost his grandson be so calm when he suddenly heard someone mention him?
But the little ghost was just as calm when he mentioned his dead grandfather.
Maybe they just aren't as dramatic as Qin Chuan.
Many people are more accustomed to keeping their feelings deep in their hearts rather than putting them out in the sun for everyone to see.
"It's like this. I opened a milk tea shop opposite Xincheng High School. Ma Chaoji worked part-time in our shop before, but when it was time to get paid, he stopped going."
The old man looked down and saw a thin stack of money in Qin Mengmeng's transparent plastic bag.
But he didn't pick it up.
"I sent him to school, and he's working at the school?! The little bastard is a bad boy."
Qin Mengmeng smiled and said, "There aren't many classes at school, so I do it after school. He said he wanted to relieve some pressure on his family."
"The child is very well behaved."
She could see that although the old man didn't look very happy, his mood had actually relaxed.
The old man put his hands on his hips and yelled, "You little bastard! Get out here! Your boss is here to give you money."
A tall and thin child came out from the inner room.
"Who is my boss? I don't have a boss. I'm not old enough, and they don't want me. How can I have money?"
Qin Mengmeng was dumbfounded.
That child looks exactly like the little devil.
He is Ma Chaoji, then what is that in her shadow?
She glanced down and saw the shadow trembling wildly.
She wasn't the only one who was shocked, even the little ghost seemed unable to control his emotions.
what the hell? !
If they are twins, the kid must know that he has a twin brother.
Soon, Qin Mengmeng reacted.
not good.
She said she was the owner of a milk tea shop and she was sure that the little ghost was dead, so she could make up any story about the death.
As a result, a living Ma Chaoji has emerged.
The lie is about to be exposed.
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