Lao Luo spent half a day behind closed doors at home, not knowing what to do. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lao Luo, according to his habit, got up early in the morning.

For breakfast, he made coffee, ate bread, and habitually walked to the window.

Lao Luo looked at the administrative office building of the factory through the screen window, and on the second floor, several windows of his large office were tightly closed, indicating that his office was not used yet.

Lao Luo, because he didn't sleep well all night last night, at noon, watching TV, he slept on the big sofa in a daze.

In the afternoon, Lao Luo was in a daze and was awakened by his biological clock habits.

Lao Luo, still the same, habitually dressed neatly, looking at the mobile phone, text messages, missed calls, and then, very skillfully, from the annoying things to deal with, according to the priority, what to focus on?

Lao Luo was used to thinking about it, and he hurried out with his mobile phone and briefcase.

On the lawn outside the door, Xiao Li and the car were waiting・・・・・・

Lao Luo walked to the door and opened the door, and the lawn in front of the door was empty. A few small sparrows were jumping and foraging for food.

"What are you going out for?" Lao Luo opened the door and quickly closed the door, he was afraid that people would see him.

"Secretary Luo, when you retire, our group of people, everyone will take turns to be the east, and the feast will be held for ten days in a row! How's that, it's grand enough! ”

"We have arranged the top ten high-end hotels in Lingnan City, and arrange one a day. Remember, Secretary Luo will definitely give face when he arrives, and you must come. ”

"I've got a private club here, and when you retire, I'll invite you to come to me and have a good time. As long as you are happy, I will prepare everything for you. Beauty, it's not simple, a lot. Boss Zhu, a real estate developer, said.

These words sound so deaf now!

"Well, then, indeed, that's how crazy it was." Secretary Luo sighed and said.

Lao Luo, close the door, slowly take steps, and return to the sofa to sit down.

Lao Luo thought to himself: At this time, it is not only to stop, but also to shrink his head! If you are not careful, you will be "four winds"!

Lao Luo turned on the TV and changed a lot of channels, but he was absent-minded and couldn't watch it.

Lao Luo, he is bored and has nothing to do, looking at the TV screen, but his attention is focused on his mobile phone.

When the text message came, he immediately read: weather forecast, common sense of life, security reminders, advertisements・・・・・・

Every time, every article, Lao Luo looked at it seriously, and none of it was related to him.

In the afternoon, two hours passed.

At half past five, the entire first factory got off work and the time for the handover arrived.

At this time, a factory avenue connecting the entire factory area, living area, school, kindergarten, administrative area, and outside the urban area has been pouring out many people one after another, with more and more cars, motorcycles, electric vehicles, and bicycles.

The sound of human voices, car engines, and horns were intertwined, and the entire factory avenue was boiling.

Lao Luo approached the window and looked down. The following jubilant scene he likes to see the most. He had managed the people below, and he was responsible for them, and his every move seemed to affect everyone below.

At this time, Lao Luo looked at the people who were busy below, but he had gradually distanced himself from him.

These people were busy, moving according to their own tracks, and they couldn't see anyone rushing to him to the place he remembered in Luo Shu, criticizing this batch and that, and asking for instructions and reports.

Isn't this the difference between yesterday and today, as if one is in heaven and the other is underground. The change is as clear as a knife cut.

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, and the car was full of fishy smell. I once heard that Brother Yong's broken car was on a car that he didn't know where to put his feet. The carriage was filthy and stuffed with tattered fishing gear. The car was always dirty, as if it had just crawled out of the mire.

"Pick me up? What's the point? Lao Luo wanted to say something in an official tone, but Brother Yong had 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 is looking for something, 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 sneered, I won't be so stupid!