I listened to her teachings in a daze, but suddenly I thought, why is her words so familiar?

Isn't this the generous speech I gave at the New Century Automobile Sales Company about boycotting Japanese cars?

I'm a little surprised, how could my words be praised by the black-faced female refueler in front of me, who doesn't seem to be very old?

What's even more dramatic is that she used my original words to educate me!

But I immediately found the answer in the mouth of the gas filler.

It can be seen that this female refueler is not deeply involved in the world, and from her generous statement, you can hear that she is a patriotic young man who is deeply influenced by patriotic education. Therefore, I didn't express my disgust with her, it's just that time has passed minute by minute, and my business has not been done, so how can I have the heart to listen to her express patriotic feelings here?

The refueler continued: "Now the three gas stations of our boss are carrying out a boycott of Japanese products, and it is the firm principle of our station not to refuel Japanese cars and not to provide services to Japanese people. By the way, have you read the newspaper?"

I asked, "What newspaper?"

"A few days ago, several newspapers and media reported an incident. It is said that there was a patriotic young man who had a fierce conflict with a Japanese in the New Century Automobile Sales Company, and this patriotic young man smashed his Toyota Crown car with practical actions, saying that he would never buy Japanese products again, and he also gave many examples. Anyway, our boss happened to pass by that day and witnessed the events of that day. After returning, our boss was so inspired that he drafted a document for a boycott of Japanese goods, and he was going to carry forward this patriotic spirit."

Hearing this, I did understand a little bit of the truth. dared to love his actions that day, and really edified many patriots.

It's a pity that the situation I encountered today was like lifting a stone and hitting myself in the foot.

I drooped my head almost speechlessly.

But in fact, I didn't regret my actions that day, although I was smashed in the foot today, but it hurt only me.

When the oilman saw that I was obediently listening to her teachings, she became more and more impassioned, and she criticized me in a deep and shallow way, and I did not argue, but let out a wry smile in my heart.

I couldn't refuel, so I had no choice but to continue looking for a gas station.

But where am I going to find someone to push the cart?

I thought that borrowing a car to drive would save a lot of time, especially driving the car of the Fu sisters, which would avoid a lot of trouble. But reality turns out that this is simply adding fuel to the fire!

Sometimes, you have to believe in the power of money, as the so-called great reward must be brave, and there are really two young and strong men, and I have been asked to help push the cart.

The Honda car, with its heavy body, left the gas station that boycotted Japanese products and went to another small gas station under the thrust of two strong men.

However, when I arrived at this small gas station, I couldn't help but be shocked: what kind of gas station is this, it's a black workshop. There are not even computer fuel dispensers here, and petrol and diesel are sold in the most primitive way. There were a few discarded oil cylinders at the door, two or three small greasy pounds, which were the most advanced equipment in this gas station.

I really don't understand, what age is this, how can such a backward gas station still have room for survival?

It's incredible.

But now, do I still have the right to choose a gas station?

I talked to the owner of the small gas station, and the boss said that it was necessary to deflate the gas to refill the gas, which would be good for the car. I didn't say anything, urging the boss to end the fight as soon as possible, and I was still waiting to hurry.

I took out a cigarette and was about to light it when I realized that open flames were strictly forbidden at the gas station. I was about to reluctantly send the cigarette back to the cigarette box, and the owner of the gas station smiled at me: "Smoke, smoke, we don't have so many rules here, just pay attention!

But I still didn't dare to smoke, I didn't dare to take that risk.

I watched the vehicles and pedestrians at the intersection of the gas station warily, for fear that there would be another complication in this urgent moment. You must know that now there are people in Beijing who are looking for me arranged by Fu Shikun, and if I am not careful, I will become a turtle in the urn again.

Fortunately, the boss's skills are not bad, and he has already trimmed the car neatly and said that he can refuel.

I gave my boss three hundred dollars and asked him to help me refill three hundred dollars of gas. The boss took the money and called out a dumb-headed young man, who didn't know if it was a relative of the boss or a hired helper, and began to pump oil from the vat into a small keg, weighed it and began to pour it into the fuel tank of the Honda.

During this process, I had been thinking about Yumeng, so I didn't pay much attention to it, until I was about to get into the cab after the gas was filled, and I suddenly realized that God had played a big joke on me Zhao Long again!

To be exact, at this moment, I feel as if God is deliberately tossing me and deliberately not letting me go to Yumu.

That stupid boy gave me fuel not gasoline, but diesel!

When I was about to get into the cab, I smelled something was wrong, looked at the big oil drum next to me, I walked over and sniffed it, couldn't help frowning, and asked the young man, "Did you add the wrong oil?"

The young man shook his head and said in a Shanxi accent: "Impossible, absolutely impossible." Can I make that kind of mistake, I've been working hard for months. ”

The owner of the gas station also walked out of the house at this time, and when he saw this scene, he asked the dumbfounded gas clerk, "What's wrong?"

I felt the blood in my brain constantly rippling upward, and gently walked over to the oil drum, suppressed my impulse, and forced myself to say to the boss in a kind tone: "I think it seems to be the wrong oil, right?"

The boss took two gentle breaths through his nose, his face stiffened, he glanced at the young man who was cheering, and asked him, "What's the matter, why did you refuel your diesel?

Before the young man could plead, the boss reached out a big slap and slapped him on the back of the head, and then flew over with another kick.

The young man didn't have the strength to fight back, but just begged for mercy: "Don't fight, don't hit the boss, I was wrong, I know it's wrong!"

The boss scolded: "You know that it's wrong, it's a fart? You said how many mistakes have you made so far? Last time you refueled a customer, you added the wrong model, but this time it's good, you simply don't distinguish between gasoline and diesel." Can you drink diesel from a gasoline engine? Just like you, you should drink water, but if you drink urine, can you digest it?"

I also became embarrassed: What kind of metaphor is this? This boss is also his wife, right?

Seeing that the boss was angrily slapping the young man's head, he wanted to cut him with a knife. I immediately felt pity and persuaded the boss: "Forget it, the matter has already happened, and it is useless for you to beat him and scold him." Now get me some of it, I'll wait to get on my way. ”

Who knew that the boss was still endlessly reprimanding the gas man, but the gas man was also honest, drooping his head and not saying a word, letting the boss scold and slap him.

The more the boss scolded, the more generous he became, and a slap passed, and there was a shocking sound. Immediately, a five-finger red mark appeared on the young man's face, and tears welled up in his eyes.

But the boss still didn't give up, and continued to scold the gas clerk: "Damn, I take care of your food and your accommodation, and spend six or seven hundred a month to hire you stupid boy to come over and help, you are good, poke me all day long." What do you say you can do? Except to be able to eat, you can pull. Now, you get out of here for me right away, and go back to your hometown in Shanxi!"

The young man begged aggrievedly: "Boss, don't say goodbye, I'll pay attention next time, I'll pay attention." Don't drive me away, can you?"

The boss tightened his face and frowned: "No, I've already given you a lot of opportunities, let's go." You are not suitable for working outside, go home honestly and plant your one-third of an acre, and you will never make a mistake when you are a farmer. That's all for your life. ”

The young man continued to plead, "Boss, don't, don't drive me away. ”

The boss said angrily: "Go in and pack your things, I'll buy you a train ticket in a while, and go home." That would be a relief for you, and a relief for me. ”

Lad: "......"

Listening to the conversation between the master and servant, I became a little impatient, patted the boss on the shoulder, and continued to urge: "Put your internal affairs aside first, get my car done first, and I'll wait to hurry." ”

But the boss didn't turn his attention to me, he still scolded the young man in his own way, and the young man finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply took off his coat and shouted at the boss: "I've had enough, okay, I'll go, let my sister-in-law settle my salary, I still have three months of salary." His lips kept trembling, and thousands of grievances were vented at this moment.

The boss took a cigarette in his mouth and sneered to himself: "You always poke the basket for me, and you still want to get a salary? I'll take a step back, buy you a train ticket, and you'll get out of here!"

The young man's tears welled up in his eyes: "You have to pay me a salary, if you don't pay me, I don't even have money to buy things for my family." My mother is still counting on me to come out to work and earn money to marry a daughter-in-law. ”

The boss scolded: "It's my business that you marry a daughter-in-law?