"What is the charter of this class reunion?" Song Baojun had already planned to leave, but when he heard this, he sat down and ordered a cup of coffee milk and ten Black Forest cakes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Feng Jialin was afraid of touching the not very good memories of Member Song's high school days, so he carefully organized the words and said: "It was initiated by the squad leader You Feiyu, I don't know if you still remember." We set up a chat group of old classmates Fat Goose, about 30 people responded, after all, it has been more than three years since graduation, and everyone is looking forward to seeing each other, talking about the old chat, and talking about the past. ”

Song Baojun thanked the waiter who brought the coffee, milk and cake, and asked, "You Feiyu, I have the impression that he is the guy who is tall, very good at studying, and very popular with teachers and girls." ”

"Well, it's him, who was admitted to Beijing University of Political Science and Law and is preparing to go to graduate school." Feng Jialin nodded and continued: "There is also Zheng Haofan, the rich second generation of our class, who announced that he would sponsor fifty percent of the cost of this party, and the rest will be shared by other students, about five hundred yuan per person. ”

"Zheng Haofan?" Song Baojun let out a sneer through his nose.

Feng Jialin knew that Committee Member Song was often bullied by this rich second generation, so he said hard: "Zheng Haofan was admitted to Xiangjing University of Electronics, dropped out of his sophomore year to start a company, and is now the boss of an Internet company. He said that he missed the young and frivolous high school and the youth who couldn't go back, so he organized a class reunion with the class president and wanted to see everyone. ”

Song Baojun groaned: "I'm afraid I don't include me, right?" ”

Feng Jialin said: "It's not what you think, it's just a simple class reunion. What's more, with your identity, it is estimated that Zheng Haofan and they still have to say hello to you. ”

"Since it's a high school reunion, it's not interesting to compare, don't tell other old classmates about my work in Chazhou Xingang." Song Baojun explained: "Tell me in advance when you get together, so I can prepare." ”

"Okay."

Song Baojun finished eating ten cakes cleanly, and asked the waiter to pack ten egg tarts, put them in his hands and said, "This meal is your invitation, I'll leave first." ”

"Yes." Feng Jialin hurriedly got up to send off Commissioner Song.

When they got home, the little girl pounced on her again as usual, and the brother and sister got tired of it for a while, took out the egg tart and ate it together.

Later, her mother and Song Jingtong also went home one after another. Wu Guifang held a handful of oily wheat vegetables and two full food bags in her hand, and persuaded Han Ruoyi, who wanted to come over to help, to go to the kitchen to work.

Song Jingtong threw the small schoolbag to the side, then lay down on the sofa and picked up the remote control to watch TV, ignoring Song Baojun.

The last to arrive home was Song Shixian, his face was gray and he looked very unhappy.

Han Ruoyi rushed up to hang his coat on the hanger for him, and asked playfully, "Is my uncle tired from work?" Would it be nice to help you thump your shoulders? ”

Song Shixian was stunned for a moment and said, "No, uncle is not tired, if you finish your homework today?" ”

"It's done."

Song Jingtong pursed her lips slightly and said in a low voice: "Little ponyf." ”

"What are you? Little lazy bugs? Song Baojun sneered.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Song Shixian glanced at Song Baojun and walked into the study with a briefcase. Song Baojun understood and followed in.

The father and son sat on both sides of the sofa, and on the table was the Shiba tea that Han Ruoyi had just brought in.

Song Shixian took out a cigarette and lit it, and after a while, he suddenly remembered, and also gave one to Song Baojun, and said: "Han Weiwu took the team to Chazhou Xingang to talk about the project for a week and hasn't returned to the company, have you found any news in the past?" ”

Song Baojun didn't answer and asked: "Dad, Han Weiwu's dog thing is putting pressure on you again?" ”

"Yes." Song Shixian exhaled a puff of white smoke, sighed and said: "Han Weiwu is the general manager in the end, he has a few doglegs in the company, and he will give me all the colors for eight hours a day, not good here, there are problems everywhere." ”

Recently, Lige Company and Chazhou Xingang Project Department talked about cooperation, but the design office was not manpowered, so he was transferred back from the cleaning department.

Song Baojun picked up the teapot and filled the two cups, and asked tentatively, "Then why don't you do it?" ”

"You say that!" The old man glared and said, "If you weren't still in college, the two girls still had to study, and the family was waiting for money to spend, do you think I wanted to do it?" ”

Song Baojun didn't dare to contradict Lao Tzu, and said with a smile: "The reason for this is because of me in the final analysis?" So if there is a quieter, higher-paying job, will you do it? ”

"Of course it's good to have that, but which unit is willing to accept this bone of mine?" The old man said and added: "If you have something to do with Du Yuanyong, it's best to be hands-free, I want to beat him every time I see him." ”

Song Baojun couldn't help laughing for a while, and said with a smile: "Dad, did you fight it?" ”

"I had a fight more than 20 years ago, but then I couldn't fight anymore when I got old." Song Shixian sneered: "The stinky boy still thinks I don't dare to do it? Tell you, you Lao Tzu and I were born as scouts, the number one person in the army with clear mountains and clear waters, and crawled back in the sea of bullets and corpses! Even the necks of Vietnamese monkeys have been broken a few. ”

Song Baojun immediately became interested, his face was full of gossip, and asked, "Really fought?" Did Uncle Du fight back? ”

"Not long after your aunt left that year, I left for the capital by train after finishing my errands." Song Shixian sighed again, his eyes showed the light of memory, and said: "According to the address given by Du Laogou, I looked all the way over, and his high-ranking family, hum, didn't let Lao Tzu in." ”

"What's next?"

"I let go of a few guards and alarmed the people inside, and Du Laogou heard the news." Song Shixian showed a hideous expression that was inconsistent with his elegant appearance, and he was still ruthless after 20 years: "Lao Tzu was angry when he saw him, and directly broke his two teeth with a punch." ”

"Dad, you're amazing."

Song Shixian's vanity was slightly satisfied, and he continued: "Du Laogou knew the news of your aunt, and he didn't dare to fight back, he originally wanted to cripple him, but then he saw a team of guards coming out with guns. ”

"Uh, uh......" Song Baojun could only maintain an expression of amazement.

The old man took a sip of tea, leaned back on the sofa and said, "Old Dog Du wants to explain something to me, but how can I listen at that time?" After this fight, he immediately left for home again, and left him guilty! Even if this dog thing has a bit of a conscience, he sent a guard to buy me a ticket to buy food, otherwise Lao Tzu would have to pick up the train to evade the ticket. ”

Song Baojun thought of his father's hot temper back then, and now he is extremely gentle and elegant, and he has polished all the edges and corners for more than 20 years.

"Dad, Chazhou Xingang is now my cousin Du Yinlang in charge of all affairs, I think it's not bad for you to be the chief engineer, and it can be linked to the building."

The old man's mouthful of tea spurted out suddenly, dripping the tea on his chest, and he gasped and laughed: "Stinky boy, do you know how many trenches are separated between the interior decoration draftsman and the chief engineer of the large project?" It's like the difference between a high school table tennis player and Liu Guoliang. ”

Song Baojun said: "Then you can't stay under Han Weiwu and be angry, right?" ”

"Where am I going in my life, not angry? I'm used to it. The old man waved his hand with an indifferent attitude.

Song Baojun pulled out a tissue from the paper tube and wiped the old man's chest clean, and said, "Dad, our family has another story with Uncle Du, Du Yinlang is your nephew and the only blood left by my aunt, what is there to do with him?" Who's going to say you? ”

"yes, he bleeds our family's blood." Song Shixian was moved by this sentence, so he simply stood up and paced in the small study, and said, "But at my age, what can I do?" I'm afraid that others will say that he is nepotistic, and the impact will not be good in the future. ”

Song Baojun saw that his father's mind was loose, and said with a smile: "Dad, you are an old idea, tens of thousands of people in Chazhou Xingang have started work, there is no more than you, and there is no less than you, so don't you just eat?" Besides, your drawing skills are so good, even in the project department is better than in Lige Company. ”

"That's what I said......"

Song Baojun was afraid that his father would be rambling, so he said, "It's so decided, I'll call my cousin and ask him to make good arrangements." ”

"No, no!" The old man hurriedly stopped his impulsive son and said, "This matter is a long-term consideration, I don't want to move after staying in one place for a long time." ”

Song Baojun saw that the old man was stubborn, so he had no choice but to say: "Han Weiwu is negotiating a contract in Xingang, and I let my cousin get stuck with him, I don't know what to do in a hurry." Dad, do you have any ideas to make Han Weiwu die more thoroughly? ”

"I can't think of it, what do you think?" Song Shixian kicks the ball back to his son.

"Actually, it's simple, let Han Weiwu invest money to participate in the project, and then his cousin didn't give him approval, and Lige Company couldn't get the project money for a long time, so Han Weiwu naturally died and had no place to be buried."

Unexpectedly, the old man's face was very unsightly: "Lige Company can't get the project money, and the employees below can't get their salaries, what can they eat?" I agree with killing Han Weiwu, but I can't involve other colleagues. ”

Song Baojun didn't expect him to have such a deep affection for Lige Company, no wonder, he has worked in a company for 20 years, and his youth has been spent here, paying labor to receive a salary to support his family, and colleagues get along with each other every day, saying that it is impossible to say that there is no emotion.

Seeing Song Baojun's uncertain face, the old man emphasized: "If you want to deal with Han Weiwu, you can, I fully support it, but Lige Company has nothing to do with him, and this must not be mistaken." ”

"This ...... Of course, the grievances between our family and Han Weiwu are one and two. Song Baojun thought that the plan was about to change drastically, so he could only stubbornly respond: "As long as Han Weiwu is not the general manager of Lige Company, then I will not do anything against Lige Company." ”

The old man still heard the little tail in his son's words, glared and said, "Then you mean, if Han Weiwu is still the general manager, you can do whatever you want to Lige Company?" ”

Song Baojun secretly said that he should stop entangling with the old man about these useless topics, but what to divert his attention? At that moment, he rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Dad, the female classmate who came to our house last time ......" (to be continued.) )