Early morning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The alarm sound set by the mobile phone made Li Zhifan quarrel from his dream.

was about to stretch out comfortably, when he suddenly remembered the strange dream last night, as well as the matter of the [Star Chat Group], and hurriedly found his mobile phone to open the letter, but found that this group was missing.

From top to bottom, all the contacts flipped through, and the group chat records were searched around, but there was no trace.

Finished!

I just dreamed of getting rich, and I woke up so soon?

"Reminder: You have a red envelope that you haven't claimed!

Just when Li Zhifan looked depressed, a message box suddenly popped up above the phone.

Seeing the five words "celebrity chat group", Li Zhifan's blood suddenly surged, and he clicked in without thinking, and the next second, the screen quickly slid up and directly to the "red envelope" prompt.

Click to claim!

"The hand is slow, the red envelope has been distributed!"

Depend on!

Li Zhifan couldn't help complaining, he was still reminded after all the robberies?

Click on "View Details", this red envelope was sent by "Piano Lang Master", a total of 200 yuan was divided into three packages, Andy grabbed 50 yuan, Chou Dong grabbed 80 yuan, and Song God grabbed 70 yuan.

Looking at so much money, Li Zhifan said that he was very sorry, and checked the red envelope of "Andy" before, which was also 200 yuan, although he grabbed "Andy's "Memory", but there was no name in the record.

Could it be that because currency is impassable, what he grabbed was not money, but Andy's "Memory"?

Close the red envelope and scroll down, and look at a few chat logs.

"Master Piano Lang's red envelope was snatched up, and Dong Chou is the king of luck. ”

Andy: "Yo Yo Yo, Xiao Zhou, how do you dive? Come out and chat!"

God of Song: "Little Gongju, you can also send a red envelope!"

Andy: "Why doesn't Xiao Zhou speak?"

Master Piano Lang: "Dong Chou, aren't you authentic?

“……”

Looking at these chat records, those Chinese traditional Chinese characters Li Zhifan is also barely recognized, and the god of song and Hua Tsai also mixed a few words of Cantonese from time to time, not to mention Li Zhifan, even the piano master can't understand, and asked them what they mean.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand the language, you can't chat with them anyway, as long as there is a red envelope, everything is true affection!

Li Zhifan was thinking about grabbing the red envelope, he was eagerly looking forward to what other treasures he could grab, it shouldn't be just "Memory", right?

"Grandpa, your phone is ringing! Grandpa, answer the phone......

A noisy mobile phone ringtone interrupted Li Zhifan's train of thought.

A look at the caller ID: Deputy Director - Liu Zexin!

"Oh no! I'm going to be late!"

Li Zhifan suddenly sobered up, what red envelopes, what celebrity groups, right now it's still the most important work!

So he immediately picked up the phone and hurriedly said with a smile, "Director Liu, I'll be there soon, just now an old grandmother fell down on the road, and I helped her ......"

"Alright, don't make it up!"

At the other end, Liu Zexin was not angry, "Still helping the old grandmother? Are you not afraid of being blackmailed? Haven't you gotten up yet? Hurry up and come to the unit!"

After speaking, the phone hung up with a "snap".

Li Zhifan didn't have time to delay, so he hurried up and got dressed, went into the bathroom, wiped his face, rinsed his mouth, chewed two pieces of gum, and hurriedly went out.

Fortunately, the dormitory building and the office building of the logistics office are only a dozen meters, and although Li Zhifan ran fast, he was still late.

And as soon as he entered the office, he bumped into Liu Zexin head-on.

This woman is in her early thirties, dressed very stylishly, with straight hair draped over her shoulders, and walks twisted and twisted, like a runway model.

Liu Zexin didn't say anything about his lateness, and directly ordered: "Li Zhifan, you take a few letters and send them to 302 upstairs." ”

"Okay!" Li Zhifan hurriedly agreed, he was late, why don't you hurry up?

I was just about to leave with a stack of letters, but there was another person in front of me, the old cow in the office.

"Zhifan, by the way, help me bring these bottles of ink to Vice Captain Zhao of the instrumental music team. ”

Lao Niu smiled and put the four boxes of ink on the table in front of Li Zhifan, "Don't forget to ask him to sign." ”

“……”

Li Zhifan was reluctant, this guy relied on his old qualifications, and he was a brother-in-law with the director, and he commanded him to do this kind of thing every time.

Usually it's okay to do a favor, but this time it's a little difficult, so he said, "The first instrumental music team is still in the front building, or ......."

"Zhifan!"

Lao Niu's face changed slightly, and he taught in an old man's tone, "If you want to go, you will go, you are young now, it's time to exercise, understand?"

Seeing that everyone else in the office pretended not to see it, Li Zhifan was a little angry, but he still took a deep breath and said patiently, "Then I'll send you the letter paper first and then send you ink." ”

Lao Niu frowned and reprimanded, "Eh, you kid, let you go all the way, do you have to make two trips?"

"It's not a trip!"

"What's wrong with running too much? I can't command you anymore?"

"Not ......"

"What's not? Do you want to send it? Do you have to call the director to come over to command you?"

Hearing Lao Niu's words, Li Zhifan's anger finally couldn't be suppressed, the rabbit was in a hurry and still bitten, not to mention him, a young man of 1.8 meters?

Immediately choked back, "Whoever you like to call! I won't give it to you today!"

After speaking, Li Zhifan turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Dong Qicai, the director of the office, appeared behind him at some point, staring at him with a gloomy face.

The two faced each other, Dong Qicai shouted dissatisfiedly, "What are you arguing about?"

"I ......"

Li Zhifan looked back at Lao Niu, but saw him shaking his head and glaring at Dong Qicai helplessly.

Look at the other comrades in the office, they all look like they don't care about themselves.

Obviously, they all saw Dong Qicai enter the door just now, but none of them reminded him, and Lao Niu was deliberately harming him.

The more Li Zhifan thought about it, the more angry he became, and in the face of Dong Qicai's cold eyes, he couldn't help but clench his fists angrily.

At this moment, Liu Zexin came in from outside the door, and when he saw that the atmosphere was not right, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Li Zhifan's fist, and while glaring at him, he said, "How can you pick and choose from work? Why don't you hurry up and deliver the letter?"

Li Zhifan knew that she wanted to help herself get out of trouble, and she wanted to argue a few words, but when she met her eyes, the anger in her heart was extinguished all of a sudden, and she snorted and left with the letter.

As soon as he took a step, Dong Qicai said, "Wait a minute, everyone stop!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and Li Zhifan's footsteps were also retracted, only to hear Dong Qicai say unhurriedly, "In the afternoon, the group rehearsed the May Day program, and after lunch, you went to clean and arrange the No. 1 rehearsal room, and finished it before three o'clock, do you understand?"

"Understood, Director!"

"No problem Director, promise to complete the task!"

Colleagues responded one after another, as if shouting slogans.

As soon as Dong Qicai left, Li Zhifan glared at the triumphant old cow and stepped out of the door.

When I went upstairs to deliver the letter and returned to the office, I saw Lao Niu leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper, the four boxes of ink were gone, and I didn't know which sycophant had served him.

Seeing Lao Niu's appearance, Li Zhifan felt unhappy for a while, so he simply asked Liu Zexin for the key under the pretext of tidying up the storage room, and went inside to study the star group.