Because it's far away from the company, I have to get up very early in the morning, and I'm in this class, and the young master is screaming behind the buttocks, and I don't.

When I walked to the intersection at work, I saw a ragged old man sitting next to the garbage can, where he closed his eyes and recuperated, and there was a broken iron bowl in front of him, and the iron bowl was more than half broken. I was about to go to work, and then I thought: I had never met such a diligent beggar, who got up earlier than me.

I said Mom, I was touched by the characters, and I almost burst into tears.

There are lower classes than me.

Who says you can get what you want if you work hard?

I hurriedly took out two dollars of change in my pocket, threw it into the iron bowl, and clicked twice.

Because the bowl was so broken, the coin bounced out of the gap.

I thought about what the good guys did to the end, and I quickly bent down to pick up the fallen coins.

At this moment, the old man opened his eyes violently, stared at my outstretched hand, and picked up the broken bowl and was about to slap it on my head.

Fortunately, I dodged quickly, and after dodging, I quickly ran away, still muttering "It's gone!" Because it fell! ”

The old man is unrelenting: See if I don't kill you!

I ran and shouted, "Neurotic! Old madman, innocent and innocent, if I give you money, you will beat me! What a wickedness! That's my breakfast money."

The old man doesn't seem to be chasing.

I just ran, and in a blink of an eye, the old man disappeared, I don't know if the old man gave up chasing me, or I was young and strong enough to run too fast, or I was afraid of being scolded by me.

It doesn't matter anymore, it's good if nothing happens anyway, I'm afraid of things, I'm afraid of accidents.

I've seen this old man a few times once in a while, presumably because he lives nearby, and every time I see him, he's busy rummaging through the trash cans, and I think how sad it would be if I was like this when I was old.

But the good people are also from the city, but the sad person is me?

I still have to work hard to be squeezed, which is probably going to be ridiculed.

I quickened my pace at the thought of going to work, and I had to run to the company at a galloping speed, not how active I was, and if I was late, I would be punished until I cried, and three days' wages would be deducted.

I spent this day in a daze, not only me, but also my colleagues in the company, I couldn't pay my salary, and no one had the heart to work, so I ate some instant noodles at noon to pad my stomach.

Every look in his eyes is like a knife.

Many colleagues have the idea of leaving, but they can't make up their minds, first, they are afraid that it will be difficult to find a job after leaving, and second, they are afraid that they will never get their wages again.

But keep doing it, everyone has no bottom in their hearts, and they can't get money for working in vain, isn't this a fool giving money to people to spend.

So they are all fishing.

Zhen Jian is a person who can make sycophants, and he usually reports to the boss to be courteous, but people are often not afraid of gentlemen and villains, so even if everyone knows what kind of person Zhen Jian is, everyone will not easily offend him.

The gentleman will often point out what is wrong with you, but the villain will cover your mouth and give you a knife, and then say that you have a knife with him.

If you embarrass him or oppose him on the surface, then he may not use any indiscriminate means against you, and a kindness like me is absolutely unimaginable.

You can't do anything about this kind of person, I can't hold a knife and look at him every day: don't stab me. He grinned and gave me a knife when I put it down.

So it was a long time before I understood why I suffered a big loss.

Zhen Jian was like a pretentious leader, holding his head high and shouting: The so-called raising soldiers for a thousand days and using soldiers for a while. The company has raised everyone for so long, and now the company is in trouble and has encountered some problems economically. However, I believe that this is only temporary, and will soon pass this hurdle, which requires everyone's help, and I hope that everyone will work together to tide over the difficulties with the company, accompany the company, accompany Mr. Wang, and never give up, Mr. Wang will not treat everyone badly.

Those who don't know will be screened or encouraged, or moved, or crying bitterly, and those who know are secretly discussing: this guy is still pretending, and they are secretly discussing which company to go to after leaving.

This trick has been used by the boss, and this guy is using the boss's words to slap the boss in disguise, but he doesn't know if the boss knows or not.

The boss knows that he probably doesn't have the heart to be moved, the boss sometimes hides in the office for several days, sometimes hides for several days and doesn't come to the company, anyway, there are debts everywhere.

It won't be long before I'll become a creditor, and no one will want that status when the tinkle of poverty rings.

Zhen Jian secretly pulled me aside and talked about it.

Zhen Jian often pulls me to say some inexplicable things.

He also tried to pull the others aside, but everyone seemed reluctant, like hiding from the plague god.

Every time he comes to me, probably because I won't refuse, and I won't refute some of the bad things he says, I guess it's because of my woodenness, and later I realized that it was because it was easy to use.

Zhen saw that there was no one around, and then handed me a cigarette: "Come, Brother Zhou smokes."

I wave my hand and don't smoke.

I took a look at Zhen and wondered, how could this other person be so good at doing things? It's all about talking.

"If a man doesn't smoke, his life will be over." Zhen Jian first stuffed a cigarette in his mouth, lit a fire, inhaled hard and spit out a large puff of smoke, and then continued to hand me a cigarette.

I continued waving my hand: "I really can't smoke."

"Then you should smoke more, you have to learn if you don't have to, it's good for you." Zhen Jian couldn't help but say, picked up a cigarette and stuffed it into my mouth, and lit the fire.

I took a puff and choked for a moment, then I kept coughing and hurriedly threw away the cigarette: "This can't be smoked!"

Zhen Jian was smiling on the side, and was about to hand me another one, but I quickly pushed it away: "What is there to smoke in this cigarette?" Why do you all like to smoke? ”

"Smoking and drinking are essential for entertaining guests, and when your friend comes to the house or you meet a friend on the road, you have to go up and say hello and hand over a cigarette. You can't hand a candy to a big man, can you? Zhen said with a smile on his eyebrows.

"What's wrong with handing over candy?" I asked, puzzled.

"If you hand over a candy, others will definitely not dare to ask for it, not to mention that it does not match your identity, others still think that you are taking candy and want to exchange a broken candy for other people's money. What do others think of you? Zhen Jian continued.

I pondered for a moment and always felt that something was wrong: "Most of these people don't smoke, and it's okay for them to meet and greet each other and don't hand over anything."

"Low-level!" Zhen Jian continued: "It's a kind of communicative relationship, just like someone will have a handshake when they meet, and someone won't shake hands, it's not a hierarchical concept."

I was powerless to refute, so I could only nod silently, ah, yes, yes, perfunctory: "You know a lot."

"Smoking and drinking can also strengthen the relationship between couples." Zhen saw a smug look.

"Huh?" I asked suspiciously, "It's good not to quarrel, and to enhance the relationship?"

"You don't understand this, men are sometimes stressed, smoking, drinking and socializing are common, and then your girlfriend knows about it and arguing to let you quit, and you immediately quit smoking and drinking. At this time, your girlfriend will be greatly moved, he has changed so much for me, I must cherish him and love him. You see! How wonderful! Zhen Jian gestured as he spoke: "If you and your girlfriend are walking on the street and you happen to meet a friend, the friend greets you with a smile, and then hands you a cigarette, and as soon as you light it, your girlfriend will push you away, give you a big mouth, and scold you: You don't love me anymore!" ”

"Is it so fantastical as you say? After all, smoking and drinking have side effects. I said to Zhen Jian: "Smoking is still not good for your health, smoking is bad for your health, smoke less."

Zhen Jian looked around again, found no one, and then whispered in my ear, "What are Brother Zhou's plans for recently?"