Chapter 1 Office

"Lao Luo, ah, no, secretary, let's go!"

Xiao Li urged while glancing at the square below the office building from time to time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lao Luo was speechless.

"Landing safely, honorably retiring, good things and good things!" Xiao Li muttered to himself.

Lao Luo still sat on the chair reluctantly, and picked up his retirement approval document to read.

He cares a lot about calling him "comrade" on the red-headed document.

The car has already been notified to be out of service by the discipline inspection and is waiting for unified processing.

Xiao Li still tried his best to get the car out, wash it well, and give the secretary a ride.

Use it when there are few people to avoid getting into trouble again.

Lao Luo always thought that the organization would continue to be retained and retained, and after a few more years, he was confident that he could work harder and have a greater sense of achievement, and then the torrent, the torrent retreated, and there was a cheer!

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A large office, a huge desk, and all kinds of furnishings have become a provocation.

At first, I thought it was a gust of wind, hung up a few signs, made a look, and then "it's okay".

However, the situation is really getting better day by day, at first it seems to be a little different, until it is beyond imagination, it is incredible! Wow, among the superiors, acquaintances, colleagues, classmates, who in his network of contacts, there are rumors, and then they really go in.

The "four winds" are really blowing! It's so big and strong, endless, and normalized.

There is a new ecology of politics.

Cars, wine, not getting drunk or leaving, these are gradually drifting away.

"Let's go, the car is not easy to get. ”

Lao Luo, got up, habitually picked up the thermos cup, took a sip, put it down and left.

"I'll take it for you, take it away, and ······ next time"

His personal belongings, Xiao Li cleaned up and sent them away.

There is only such a thermos cup, Xiao Li kept it, brewed the secretary's special functional drink, and let the secretary use it with him.

Lao Luo thought that he would walk in style.

But the brain, body, and legs are a little uncoordinated, and how to step and lift the footsteps have to be considered, which is strange.

Lao Luo still couldn't help but look back at the office building, his office window, the veil seemed to be fluttering, as if to tell him something.

I operated it myself and built it hard, but I still don't feel at ease!

"Get in the car, no one. ”

When the car arrived at the factory gate, the automatic door bar was not opened early.

Xiao Li drove the car directly to the door of the security room, and the door rail still did not move.

Xiao Li wanted to honk the horn, but it was inappropriate.

Xiao Li jumped out of the car, and the security guard said, "Register first, send a car order."

"Oh, didn't I just give it to you, go out and wash the car. ”

"Didn't you wash it back?"

"You really, you can't open the door. ”

"It's not open, it's the boss's order. ”

Lao Luo remembered that the last document he issued was to strictly control the car, and it was strictly forbidden to go out of the car without a single order!

Chapter 2 Home

Lao Luo spent half a day behind closed doors at home, not knowing what to do.

For breakfast, I only made coffee and ate something casually, just coping, watching TV, and sleeping on the big sofa in a daze.

In the afternoon, I woke up.

Lao Luo is used to dressing neatly, looking at his mobile phone, text messages, missed calls, and then arranging the priorities in his busy schedule, what is the focus of treatment?

Hurry out the door, the car and Xiao Li are waiting······

Walk to the door and say, "What are you going out for?!"

Lao Luo opened the door and closed the door.

"When you retire, we will take turns to be the east, and we will feast for ten days in a row!"

These words now feel so deaf! At this time, not only did they stop their hands, but they also shrank their heads! If they were not careful, they would be "four winds"!

The TV is on. I changed a lot of channels, but I was absent-minded and couldn't watch it.

The text message rang, the weather forecast, common sense of life, and the security reminder······

Lao Luo took every one seriously, and none of them were related to him.

I went in two hours, and I got off work at five o'clock.

The handover of shifts, the people who go to work after work, the children who pick up the children, the elementary school students who have left school, and the voices of the street stalls and vendors are intertwined.

Between the living area and the administrative area, there is a street, where people and cars come and go, boiling like a polder.

Lao Luo approached the window, and the people below were busy, busy, running according to their own tracks.

No one came to him, criticizing this and that!

The phone rang.

Lao Luo hurriedly opened it and saw that it was a middle-level subordinate Brother Yong calling.

"Hello, is there something wrong?"

"It's okay, are you home? I'll pick you up. ”

Lao Luo remembered Brother Yong's second-hand broken pickup truck, casual fishing, full of fish, sitting on the one who didn't know where to put his feet, it was dirty everywhere, stuffed with tatters, and it always seemed like crawling out of the quagmire.

"Pick me up, what are you doing?" Lao Luo wanted to say something in an official tone, but Brother Yong had already hung up.

Lao Luo thought to himself, there are still people who think of him, it's really worth it!

Lao Luo looked at himself dressed neatly, with nothing to do at home, walking with steps, very funny.

"Finally someone to find, something to do!" It's not that boring.

Lao Luo was in a much better mood.

If you continue like this, you will definitely get depression, and maybe you will jump off the building.

Lao Luo smiled, I won't be so stupid.

Chapter 3 On the Car

Lao Luo, under the respectful and thoughtful care of Brother Yong, got into the tidy pickup truck.

"The car, is it clean?"

"Take the secretary, wake up. "Brother Yong's local dialect is accurate and like.

"I'm used to this car, and I feel comfortable. ”

"Where are you going?" Lao Luo remembered what he was doing here, but he didn't figure it out.

"Eat rice noodles, we invite you, I'm afraid you won't come. ”

Lao Luo remembered that when he had just graduated and came to this machine repair workshop as an "apprentice" technician, Zhang Lin's second aunt and the old squad leader used the custom of eating rice noodles to accept him, so that he quickly integrated into this group.

"Definitely coming, old folks. ”

"They've done it a long time ago, and a bunch of people are busy waiting for you to get there. ”

"Everyone around the cauldron, eat while it's hot, it's so lively!"

Chapter 4 Workshop

Brother Yong pulled Lao Luo to the machine shop.

The new workshop is tall and spacious, and the atmosphere is bright.

On one side of the workshop, there is a big house, most of the room is occupied by people, some are moving tables and setting up stools, and more people are surrounding a steaming cauldron, holding bowls and chopsticks in their hands, waiting to eat rice noodles.

A master is stirring a large pot full of rice noodles.

A group of people who were busy saw Lao Luo coming, and the secretary shouted briefly.

"Uncle Kun!" Lao Luo walked to the cauldron and greeted the master.

"Okay, the secretary and noble man have arrived, start!"

After the master gave Lao Luo a big bowl of rice noodles, he said: "Everyone has made a move, help yourself, eat it yourself, eat it while it's hot, it's so lively!"

Several garden tables were full.

"Okay, everyone, raise a glass to Secretary Luo's honorable retirement, cheers!"

"Okay!" everyone held up disposable paper cups and shouted "It's done!"

Lao Luo looked at everyone and became a little emotional. Shout hard: "Thank you, do it!"

That's how I fit in!

Lao Luo picked up the bowl, the fragrant rice noodles are delicious!

Note: Rice flour, also commonly known as "big shaft rice flour", is a local specialty, made by grinding and pressing rice. On a good day, the locals will make rice noodles for a feast to celebrate.