After going down the mountain, the full-level boss made his fortune by fortune-telling

Chapter 129

"Oh, I know, I'm not going now! Forget it, when are you coming back?"

"tomorrow."

"Then I'm going back, and I'll see you tomorrow."

Just as Li Qizhi was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly remembered something and said something again.

"Don't worry, do me a favor, go into the store and copy something for me."

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The next day Li Xuanwei woke up early, dressed neatly after breakfast, sat in the living room and waited for Li Qizhi to get up and take her to the bookstore.

As a result, before departure, Li Qizhi answered a phone call, and immediately after that, his brows were furrowed, with no relief on his face.

"slight……"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"The studio is on fire."

Li Qizhi's face was sullen, thinking of Wei Wei's reminder yesterday, her back couldn't help breaking out in a layer of cold sweat.

"The drawings are all on the computer in the studio."

"Is it burnt?"

"No, thanks to you reminding me yesterday, I asked Lu Siyan to go there in advance and asked him to back up all the files in the computer for me."

Fortunately, Lu Siyan went to the studio to look for him yesterday but couldn't find him, so he called him, and Li Qizhi happened to be careful, so he told him the computer password, and asked him to back up all the files in it and send them over. .

"Sorry Wei Wei, I have to go to the studio now."

He wanted to see who would be inside shouting "Stop the thief!"

Li Xuan nodded slightly, then asked again.

"Do you need me to go?"

Li Qizhi hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head.

"You still have class in the morning, I'll call the police first, and I'll call you later if I have any questions."

I can no longer delay Wei Wei's class because of my own affairs.

There were already a lot of people around the office, and the fire truck was parked outside, flooding the ground with water.

Li Qizhi squeezed in and saw Dai Zheng squatting at the door.

The man squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, motionless, and refused to raise his head no matter who persuaded him.

"The third child is here! The third child, come and persuade me!"

The second child who spoke was the same as Dai Zheng. They were both Li Qizhi’s college classmates and roommates. There were four people in a dormitory. They were numbered from oldest to youngest. Li Qizhi was the third child and Dai Zheng was the old man. Four, the youngest.

"Fourth, what's going on inside?"

Hearing Li Qizhi's voice, Daizheng, who remained motionless no matter who tried to persuade him, finally reacted. He slowly raised his head, revealing a distressed face, with a lot of black dust on his face, and burns on his cheeks. Mark of.

"Third brother..."

Dai Zheng choked up, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and pointed into the studio, his voice hoarse and guilty.

"Third brother, the artwork, the artwork is all inside, it's all burned!"

The final draft was worked out by several people day and night, and it was due at the end of the month, but now it was completely burned by a fire.

In order to prevent leaks, no one is allowed to copy the artwork. Now that the fire is over, no matter whether it is paper or electronic, all are gone.

Dai Zheng choked up, hugged his head in pain, and cried in a low voice.

"It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"

Li Qizhi's face was pale, staring at Dai Zheng who seemed to be in pain at this moment, his voice trembling.

"What the hell happened? Why did the studio catch fire?"

The interior is full of non-flammable things, and the interior is equipped with an automatic fire extinguishing device. If there is a little smoke coming out, the smoke alarm will sound. How could the fire be so big?
Before he could ask any more questions, Dai Zheng had already started beating his head hard.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!!"

"Stop fucking crying! Tell me clearly, what the hell did you do?!"

A big man knows how to cry when something happens, what's the use of crying?

"Stand up and speak clearly!"

"Don't be angry, third, let me tell you. When the fourth came to the studio in the morning, he wanted to make breakfast, but this idiot didn't know how to use gas, and he didn't know when the gas leaked, so he threw the cigarette butts in the kitchen. ...and it exploded."

There is no excuse for gas in the studio. Li Qizhi stays here morning and night. For the convenience of eating, he divides an area by himself and buys a small gas for cooking.

This gas is usually used by almost no one except him.

Li Qizhi is the only one who knows how to cook among a group of elders.

"Fourth, why are you so crazy that you want to make your own breakfast?! Do you fucking know how many minutes it takes to boil an egg?"

Dai Zheng still lowered his head, choked with sobs, and the floor in front of him was wet with tears.

Seeing this, the boss sighed and couldn't say anything more to criticize.

Li Qizhi was silent.

He didn't speak again until everyone in the studio arrived, everyone thought he was hit too hard.

There was a dead silence in the dining room.

I have been tossing all morning without eating, but now facing a table of food, no one moved their chopsticks.

The boss looked at Li Qizhi silently, and served him a bowl of soup.

"There are still a few days until the end of the month, let's work harder, maybe we can recover another copy."

He himself didn't believe it when he said it.

There are only two or three days until the end of the month, and there are more than 400 pages of drafts that were burned, including design drafts for dozens of floors of the building. Each page was selected by Li Qizhi from thousands of drafts day and night. Every page that comes out is Li Qizhi's hard work.

Now, those manuscripts are gone.

Not to mention two or three days, even if they were given another month, they would not be able to restore the first draft.

None of those present were qualified to comfort Li Qizhi. After all, he was the main designer of the drawing, and the rest of the people were only responsible for polishing the details. Therefore, Li Qizhi should be the most unacceptable for the drawing to be burned.

But now, the one who cried the most was Dai Zheng.

Everyone didn't know what to do, so they all remained silent.

"Have you cried enough?"

This was the first thing Li Qizhi said. Dai Zheng looked at him with red eyes, and was about to say something, but he interrupted him directly.

"Eat when you've cried enough. After eating, go back and rest for a while. Leave the rest to me."

There is helplessness, anger, and unwillingness in this sentence.

Everyone can understand Li Qizhi's emotions.

The boss couldn't stand it anymore, so he opened his mouth.

"Third brother, this incident has something to do with fourth child, but he didn't do it on purpose, let's give him another chance."

Before Li Qizhi could speak, Dai Zheng stood up suddenly, looked at the big guy with red eyes, and gritted his teeth.

"It's my fault, I don't have the face to face everyone anymore, I'm leaving."

"Fourth! The third one didn't say anything, why are you in a hurry? The drawing is gone, so what's the use of you leaving?"

That's right, if the drawing is gone, if people leave again, wouldn't it be even more impossible to keep up with the progress.

Ke Daizheng has a decisive attitude and vows to take responsibility for his mistakes.

"I don't have the face to stay here any longer, and I don't have the face to continue working with the third brother. I'm sorry big guy, I quit."

"You can quit, leave everything in the computer, and you can go."

(End of this chapter)