After thinking for a moment, Mr. Huo said, "It should be medium, but I haven't asked one by one after all, so I don't know." "I said, there are two kinds of people with good popularity, one is congenital and the other is acquired, the innate is the charm of the personality, the three views are reliable, trustworthy and trustworthy, the character is attractive, and the acquired is to do things smoothly, left and right, and a group of harmony. Mr. Huo hurriedly said that his popularity should not be bad, and it is innate.

"So sure?" I asked, laughing.

Mr. Huo said: "Of course, I have no other merit than a sense of justice. I get angry when I see those injustices, just like the incident in the restaurant downstairs in my unit a few days ago, if I hadn't called my mother and didn't hear it, I would have to clean up those two boys. "I thought to myself, you are really embarrassed to say, that day I and the fat classmate and those two people were about to quarrel, you sat next to you, the straight-line distance was not even three meters, and you actually said that you didn't hear it.

I asked, "Then you are on the bus today, why didn't you remind you of the theft?" This can be regarded as a sense of justice?" Mr. Huo was anxious, and hurriedly said Aren't I afraid of delaying the time for the two of us to meet, I have to be a punctual person, right? I smiled and said that it would be okay to meet me a little later, not to mention that you have more important things to do, and everyone can understand. I guess you just don't dare to come forward, for fear of being retaliated against by the thief.

Mr. Huo blushed and looked at me: "You, how can you say that about me? Can I be that kind of person? Tell you, I hate bullying the most, no matter the country or the government or what-" I interrupted him, saying that I know all this, and I can see it from your QQ space. Mr. Huo smiled again and said It seems that you have a lot of heart, you have read all of my QQ space.

"Yes," I said, "I've read every post in it, as well as your own comments and other people's comments below." Mr. Huo smiled proudly and said that you are worthy of being a businessman, and you are really careful. A lot of people don't understand me, especially my colleagues, who don't think it's necessary, why should they care about things that don't concern them. If everybody thinks that, the world won't be chaotic? Who will help you one day when you're bullied?

I have to say that Mr. Huo is definitely a giant in theory, but there are some inconsistencies in words and deeds. At this time, the noodles came, and I didn't bother to talk to him about them, and then told him some taboos and rules for wearing Buddhist cards, and planned to leave after eating the noodles. Mr. Huo may still be angry about the evaluation of the title, and he talked about it, so he reasoned with me while eating noodles. From the government to the common people, from China's thousands of years of Confucianism to the harm to people, to the pros and cons of reform, it is too sad to say that the moral standard of China's modern society is lower than it was a few decades ago.

Although I am very disgusted with people like Mr. Huo, I have to admit that his theories are correct, but when it comes out of Mr. Huo's mouth, I always feel a little ridiculous. Mr. Huo told me to keep it a secret and not to tell anyone, especially my classmates, because now that the Internet is so developed, if it reaches the ears of colleagues and even leaders in the unit, it will be bad. I put him at ease that customer information is completely confidential.

Mr. Huo nodded, and suddenly looked directly at the door, and his eyes moved from the door to the store. I thought it was strange and followed his gaze to see three men sitting next to him, laughing and laughing, ordering food. Two of them are very familiar, and they are actually the two men who scolded the women holding the child in the Yellow Braised Chicken Rice Restaurant last time.

But it's not surprising that there must be dozens of units in the building where Mr. Guanghuo's publishing house is located, there are other office buildings nearby, and there are many stores and shops on the street, and these people have to eat at noon, and there are only about ten or twenty small restaurants nearby, and it is normal to look down and not look up.

Mr. Huo stared at the three men, his eyes seemed to be glued to them, and his expression was not only stunned but also a little uneasy. To be honest, those three didn't actually notice me at all, but someone was staring at them not far away, and they could sense the abnormality with their peripheral vision. There was a man looking this way, the same one who had been lectured by me and my fat classmate in the hotel that day. He obviously recognized me as well, and was also a little surprised, and touched the man next to him, and the man also looked sideways, and the two of them were surprised. I vaguely heard the man sitting across from them ask, "What are you looking at?" and the three of them began to talk, looking at us as they spoke.

"Hey, don't look at it!" I reminded him in a low voice. Mr. Huo finally turned his head and began to eat noodles, but his movements were very slow, and I saw that his hands were shaking a little, probably due to the lack of heating in the restaurant. Although I said this, I still secretly swept over there with my peripheral eyes, and saw that the three people seemed to be still talking about the two of us, and they didn't eat the noodles when they were served, and they were all looking at me, as if they had bad intentions.

Mr. Huo asked, "You, what are you looking at?" I pretended not to recognize it, saying why those people kept staring at us. Mr. Huo didn't hold the spoon of the noodle soup, and fell directly into the noodle bowl, he looked up at me, and the sweat came down. Suddenly, he covered his stomach, and his facial features began to distort, saying that his stomach was very painful. I asked what was going on, and he shook his head: "Old problem, I get gastroenteritis when I eat pasta...... I thought to myself, you haven't eaten three mouthfuls of noodles in total, why did you get gastroenteritis so quickly." Mr. Huo seemed to be in a lot of pain and said that he was going to the toilet and asked me to wait for him for a few minutes.

I said, "Go, go, go." Mr. Huo left the table as if fleeing for his life, and asked the waiter where the toilet was, but he disappeared. After more than ten minutes, I didn't come out, and one of the three men I swept to the table with my peripheral vision had already stood up and walked towards me, probably thinking that my friend had already left, and three to one was more advantageous. I immediately raised my heart to my throat, what can I do, I only have one of the three over there, and suddenly the phone rang, and it was my dad who looked at the screen, probably asking me the recipe for the night. I deliberately let my phone ring twice before I got through, and said loudly: "Hey, what about people? Yes, yes, I'm in Lanzhou ramen, which is diagonally opposite the yellow braised chicken rice, don't buy anything, there's wine, hey, hurry up, I'm almost done!"

I pretended to be on the phone here, but I stopped, hesitated for a moment and turned to the bathroom. The remaining two men looked in the direction of the bathroom suspiciously, and after a short time the man came out and returned to the table, and the three of them began to talk again. I took out my phone again, pretended to press the button, and looked back: "Lanzhou ramen, big plaque, are you all short-sighted, right, right, right......" I pushed away the chair as I spoke, walked to the door of the hotel, and then waved vigorously outside, saying that I had seen you.

Walking out of the hotel, I saw that the three people in the store were still sitting, and quickly turned a corner and walked quickly to the intersection, where a taxi just stopped, so I got in the car and left.