Chapter 3: The Feast of the Hung Gate?

This small bronze vessel is about half the size of a palm, the whole is gourd-shaped, and there is a one-horned monster engraved on it, carrying a tripod on its back, which looks mysterious and tight.

Thinking of what happened today, it seems that this thing is undoubtedly working, but what is this thing?

After thinking about it for a long time, I still can't figure it out.

I don't want to, anyway, there is no doubt that I now have the ability to not get drunk with a thousand cups.

Hehe, this ability is good, and it is suitable for me as a grassroots salesman.

Thinking about it, I also graduated from Haicheng University, a famous school, but I made people, in this era of fighting for my father, I have been mixed for three years, and I am still just a low-level salesman.

received a meager salary every month, didn't dare to eat well, live well, wear well, and didn't even dare to have a girlfriend, which was really worthy of the title of the proud son of the sky and discredited his alma mater.

Think about You Yong, a middle school classmate, who read three books, because of his father's toughness, he entered the Municipal Public Security Bureau as soon as he graduated, and went directly to the Linhai Street Police Station as the director of the transition year.

The Tiandi Technology Co., Ltd., where Du Qingyun is now located, is the site of Linhai Street, and sometimes it is necessary to find You Yong to do something, that is, to connect with Du Qingyun.

Looking at the appearance of Wang Fatzi, who usually commanded him, nodding at You Yong, Du Qingyun would doubt life from time to time.

Now, it seems that God has opened his eyes.

From now on, Young Master Ben will be able to crisscross the wine field and kill all directions!

Early the next morning, I was awakened by a knock on the door.

The foresightful landlord kindly reminded Du Qingyun that he would have to pay the rent in two days.

Du Qingyun smiled bitterly, this also blames the landlord, he has defaulted on the rent several times before, and the landlord is afraid.

When I arrived downstairs in the company, I saw Shen Xue from a distance, and quickly ran over and entered the elevator.

"Hey......" Du Qingyun said hello, and when he saw Shen Xue twist his head to the side, he swallowed the rest of the words into his stomach stiffly.

"Alas, is he so unpopular? I saved your life yesterday! ”

I thought about it, but I didn't say it.

got out of the elevator, silently punched the card, and was about to get to his card position, when he met the manager Sha Da.

"Xiao Du, here, yesterday's table was good, come, help me make some boiling water and make some tea." Sha Da greeted warmly.

"Silly big man, your sister!" Du Qingyun thought to himself, but he still boiled water and made tea.

"Xiao Du, come over and help me clean up." As soon as Du Qingyun sat down in the card seat, Wang Fatzi got his head out of the general manager's office, looked around, and said to Du Qingyun.

"Ugh." Du Qingyun wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say, so he cleaned up Wang Fatzi according to his words.

After working for a long time, sitting in his card slot, and about to sort out the customer information, a strange phone call came in.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Is it Mr. Du Qingyun Du?"

"Yes, you are?"

"I'm Zhao Hai, who drank with you yesterday, you can find a convenient place to talk and answer the phone."

"Okay, Zhao ...... Total, now it can be said. Du Qingyun was a little puzzled, but still walked to the conference room.

"That's the case, Mr. Du, I met you late yesterday, I feel very close to you, I want to invite you to dinner, I don't know when I am free?"

"Uh, this, Mr. Zhao, can't you say it on the phone?" Du Qingyun was even more puzzled.

"It's not convenient on the phone."

"Alright then, I'll be free after work."

"See you at seven o'clock in the Peony Hall of Deyue Building."

"Okay!" After Du Qingyun hung up the phone, he had a stomach full of questions, this Mr. Zhao seems to be not low, how could he take the initiative to invite himself to dinner?