Raise your wife to be the richest man

Chapter 66 Lunch that challenges the moral bottom line 【Subscription】

factory.

Tang Shi stopped the small battery at the door, and then called the phone number Song Ci gave.

What she didn't know was that in the office building opposite, a young man looked at the ringing mobile phone and looked at him strangely: "Look at this, is that Jinmen brother for real?"

Feeling sorry for the other party's thoughts, he waved his hand, and a secretary in black silk and a uniform walked over beside him.

Pointing to Tang Shi, he said, "Go and pick her up."

"Alright Mr. Han." When she saw Tang Shi, she had a strange expression on her face, and went downstairs without saying anything.

After the swaying secretary left, he picked up the phone.

"Hello, you're here, right? I'll send someone to pick you up. Please wait for a while." Boss Han looked at the window before returning to the chair.

Plant entrance.

Tang Shi looked at the beautiful girl in uniform and black silk high heels, who was called the secretary by the security just now, she said thank you.

When taking her into the factory, the woman in uniform asked inadvertently, "Did Miss Tang come to see our President Han?"

Tang Shi nodded: "I'm here to buy, it's my first time here."

Hearing her answer, the secretary's mind was full of doubts, especially Tang Shi's plain attire, even wearing a sun hat, just missing an apron, just like the stall owner.

Can Mr. Han explain it to me yesterday?
The situation was inconsistent, and she felt that her brain was not enough.

At the door of the office.

Looking at the secretary who knocked on the door, Tang Shi felt a little uneasy. The scene of meeting strangers and chatting made her a little uncomfortable.

Bite the bullet and follow into the office.

"Hello, Miss Tang." Mr. Han stood up from behind the big desk and pointed to the chair: "Please sit down!"

The secretary tactfully poured tea.

Silently observing the polite Mr. Han and Tang Shi who is self-possessed.

Seeing Tang Shi take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, with a half-baked look, and give the cigarettes to Mr. Han, the secretary almost couldn't help laughing.

Mr. Han also didn't know what to say. Seeing that she was very unskilled and somewhat reserved, he probably guessed the hobbies and interests of Jinmen people.

"Miss Tang, your Mr. Song has explained in advance, you can choose the goods yourself, and you can contact Secretary Guan next time you come to pick up the goods." Mr. Han smiled easy-goingly: "If you have a chance, please invite your Mr. Song to show you face Have a meal."

Who is always Song?
Oh, it should be Song Ci. Tang Shi thought for a while before realizing who this title refers to.

This appellation is really domineering.

Song Ci said that he knew a lot of friends, so he didn't pretend to be compared, but Tang Shi didn't expect that the friends he said were so powerful.

"I'm causing trouble for Mr. Han. I was planning to get some goods in the wholesale market, but Song Cifei didn't listen." Tang Shi racked his brains and turned over more than ten years of Chinese before he could come up with some decent words.

She didn't realize that her words were a bit pretentious.

At least this is the case for Mr. Han who is sitting on the boss chair. He is a manufacturer, a wholesale market, can he be compared with him?
Yes, your husband is amazing, he can find terminals casually, believe it or not, if I don’t help you, your husband can only find other manufacturers?
Do you believe it or not?

When Mr. Han was full of complaints, Tang Shi added: "When Mr. Han is flawed, we will treat Mr. Han to a light meal, and hope that Mr. Han will show his face."

Tang Shi felt very tired.

Chatting with normal people won't be like this, so you have to look decent and a little ink?
Huh?
This girl is not the kind of person who doesn't know anything.

"Miss Tang, you're being polite." Boss Han replied with a smile.

Some Tang Shi, who was sitting on pins and needles, couldn't find anything to say to him. When she came, she didn't expect that the boss would entertain her. Regarding the number of cattle in Song Ci's family, Tang Shi overestimated a lot.

Yes, there are also tea leaves, I'm afraid it's not the kind with a pack of dozens of dollars.

Tang Shi doesn't understand a lot of things, but she's not stupid. The Hecheng Garment Factory at the door is a well-known local company. Mr. Han is the boss. How can the boss be so polite to a small person like her?

The smile and politeness are not for her, but for Song Ci.

She was thinking secretly, but she didn't expect that the old lady would also make a fool of herself today.

Mr. Song, you hide so deeply!

"Mr. Han, you are a busy person, so I won't disturb your work. I'm really embarrassed to bother you with this little product." Tang Shi was about to leave.

The atmosphere is really embarrassing, like sitting on pins and needles, I can't sit still.

Mr. Han also knew it, so he nodded and asked Secretary Guan to take her to choose the goods, and sent Tang Shi to the elevator door before waving goodbye.

When closing the elevator doors.

Tang Shi wanted to exhale, but when she noticed Secretary Guan, she exhaled slightly again.

Finally, it doesn't have to be so embarrassing.

Next to her, Secretary Guan glanced at Tang Shi a little enviously. They were all women, but their lives were different. She was smart and could judge many situations after hearing so much.

Do you really like this style?

Yes, she has a beautiful body and good looks, but what can she do?

Will I?Certainly not, surely I don’t know anything, so I just know how to grit my teeth and carry it?

Ding Dong!

The elevator has arrived.

Tang Shi felt that Secretary Guan should be a practical and hardworking person, and she didn't talk much, so she took her to the selection area. Seeing the dazzling array of clothes, little stars appeared in Tang Shi's eyes.

Touching the clothes with her hands, Tang Shi let out a wow.

She specializes in selling clothes, and she can tell whether the quality is good or not just by looking at them, just like an electrician who can tell whether there is electricity or not.

Crane City Garment Factory itself has an OEM business, and the materials used must not be bad.

Flipping through the list of materials, Tang Shi looked at the style again, and took out his phone to look at the document.

Secretary Guan, who was recording next to her, looked at her phone with a broken screen, with a complicated expression on her face. The contrast between Tang Shi's joyful appearance and her seriousness made her feel a little emotional.

Seeing what she didn't have, what she lost.

When acceptance is no longer unique and has options, many things become more realistic.

Tang Shi was happily choosing goods, choosing goods worth tens of thousands of dollars.

For the first time, spending so much money.

The secretary looked at the neat figure of [-], gave Tang Shi a forced smile, and promised to deliver it in the afternoon.

"Secretary Guan, don't make a mistake! I'm sorry to trouble you." Tang Shi took out a red envelope from his pocket and sneakily stuffed it to her.

Secretary Guan: "."

She didn't even know how to stuff the red envelope, so she gave it to her secretly.

Gift giving is not like that, do you understand?
Some silly and cute, Secretary Guan suddenly smiled, and promised her that she would not make a mistake, and that the list would be sent to her later for confirmation.

I don't know why, but she always feels that she shouldn't destroy Tang Shi's simplicity, even if she doesn't help, she shouldn't drip ink in pure water.

After going to the finance department to pay, Tang Shi carefully collected the contract receipt, and was sent to the factory gate by Secretary Guan.

Looking at Tang Shi who was leaving on an old electric bike, her smile was still firmly imprinted in Secretary Guan's mind. She didn't have that yearning and enthusiasm for life.

After taking a deep breath, she turned and went back to the factory.

office.

Mr. Han was reading a report.

Under the huge desk, there were intermittent voices, some hesitating.

"She only took goods worth tens of thousands of dollars, and now she has the smallest wholesaler record." Secretary Guan's voice came.

Boss Han leaned on the chair and squinted his eyes: "It's okay, she can just take five thousand, it doesn't matter."

Gollum.

Mr. Han, who was frowning slightly, looked at the sun outside the window and snorted.

"What's the origin of Mr. Song, why are you helping him like this?" Secretary Guan reapplied her lipstick, feeling silently in her heart, how time flies.

Mr. Han relieved his waist and took a sip of hot water with a thermos.

"I'm from Jinmen, and I found Mr. Hua's relationship. It's just such a small matter. Mr. Hua called me at night and told me to do it well." Mr. Han sighed: "The lords of Fenghuo Opera!"

What a fuck!
Fortunately, it's over.

Secretary Guan envied Tang Shi even more, she was definitely not the kind who couldn't talk nonsense and had to eat nonsense.

"Then it wouldn't be good for you to ask him out directly?" Secretary Guan asked him.

Mr. Han snorted: "Do you think it's fine if she says it? If you can't make an appointment, he won't come for this kind of meal."

Secretary Han:? ?
"You don't understand, just do your job well." Boss Han replied.

Secretary Guan felt that his brain was not enough, but could Tang Shi's brain be used?
Tang Shi on the road sneezed.

Noon.

Song Ci looked at the code, stretched his waist, and hung a fatigue stretcher around his neck, and was inflating the airbag with one hand, and the inflated airbag gradually stretched him out of shape.

Comfortable~!

Noticing the phone ringing, Song Ci picked up the phone.

"Oh~, just fix it, it's okay, I'll take care of it, don't worry."

"I eat what you do."

"My voice is weird?" Song Ci turned on the video and looked at Tang Shi: "Look!"

Song Ci's face was squeezed and deformed by the air bag, looking at him, Tang Shi laughed so hard that his flowers trembled.

After hanging up the phone.

Thinking about it with the phone, Song Ci sent a message, then put down the phone, pondered for a moment, Song Ci made a call and explained a few words.

Hearing the heart-piercing screams beside him, Song Ci turned to look at Fat Brother.

Everyone was wearing a stretcher, and Fatty was on the ground, lying on a board that stretched his waist. As the bending became larger, he made a clicking sound.

"Hurry up and call first aid, the fat man's waist is broken." Brother Ming shouted.

"Let me come, I can treat animals." The third brother volunteered.

The fat guy was cursing on the ground.

Song Ci: "."

Tell Brother Ming not to make a fuss, he walked over to pull Fat Brother up, and rubbed Fat Brother's waist, feeling a sense of comfort from being abused.

"Ba Shi is miserable." The fat brother lamented that this gadget is quite useful.

The bear who had been tortured by the witch for a long time returned to normal again.

A few people were having fun outside, and Yuan Shao in the office opened the blinds a little bit, looked at them, and thought that if he wasn't the boss, if he didn't want to be a little more reserved, he would join them.

The group of sand sculptures is always very attractive. The people whose necks are stretched to a certain extent are a little stiff, but they are also very happy.

Brother Wang was still wearing gloves, and he was boxing with Sister Ge, looking like two idiots.

"Look at my shameful iron fist." Old Wang shouted, and then there was a voice: "Oh, oh, I'm showing my waist! Come and help me."

Several people laughed.

Where is the old Wang lying on his stomach and shouting: "Come and help me, come and help me."

Sister Ge's legs trembled when she laughed, and she squatted on the ground, pointing at Pharaoh and laughing like a pig.

In the end, it was the third brother who helped Lao Wang up.

"When you're old, don't make trouble with young girls. Look, your waist is flashing?" The third brother looked at him: "You have to let me do this kind of thing."

As he spoke, he took off his gloves and put them on himself.

Old Wang rubbed his waist with one hand, and pointed at his third brother with the other, tremblingly: "Third brother, go to hell!"

"I'll help you avenge!" The third brother replied with a smile: "Gego, come, let me beat you up."

Sister Ge shook her head, are you dreaming?Do I want a Sabie?
She took off the gloves, and then went to get the dog skin plaster for Lao Wang.

"Help me stick it!" Lao Wang helplessly took the dog skin plaster, but he couldn't stick it on himself.

The fat guy yelled for me to come.

Then press the bullshit plaster and knead and knead, Lao Wang is there, ah, ah, screaming, the dog skin plaster is hot, Lao Wang almost died.

"Follow Yuan Quntong to bully me to be old and powerless." Brother Wang was deeply moved, he was indeed not that young anymore, although his mentality was very young.

After all, people in their 30s and soon to [-] have been working as programmers for a long time, and their health is not that good.

There are many occupational diseases in this job.

"We respect the old and love the young. Every time a technician comes, you are the first to choose. You are so dissatisfied." Brother Ming said.

Lao Wang: What technician?
Where is there any technician, it's just Ah Ming's nonsense, he doesn't admit it.

Enough playing, the three went to cook.

"Today I'll make you a thriller set meal. I've been preparing it for a long time." The third brother raised his eyebrows.

Everyone is used to it. If the things he makes are really unpalatable, they can still be eaten.

On the seat, the fat brother asked Song Ci if the stall was ready, and he went to buy some clothes when it was done.

I also chatted in the group, and Song Ci said that he was going to sell clothes.

"Not yet, I'll let you know when it's done." Song Ci replied, "I'll have a new job in the future."

Brother Fat is a part-time color cartoonist and a lawyer, Brother Ming is a part-time creative company Dionysus, and an extranet news provider, Brother Wang is a part-time programmer and driver, and Third Brother is a part-time veterinary chef for promotion.

The boss works part-time as an entertainment shop scout, and Sister Ge is an accountant, a dunning agent, and logistics.

There are seven people in the company, which can be used as seventeen.

"Are you talking about occupation, Fat Ximen, have you done that?" Brother Ming came over and shared some of his caramelized melon seeds.

Song Ci felt sticky, so he ate a few.

The fat brother knocked on the melon seeds, and thought for a while: "Model, kindergarten teacher, waiter, white-collar worker, network administrator, designer, housewife."

Isn't the last job a bit strange?

Brother Ming gave him a thump and slapped Fat Brother on the head: "I'm asking about your occupation, not about your occupation."

Fat Brother:?
oh!It dawned on him.

Song Ci was speechless, so he turned around and figured out what he meant.

After wiping his hands, the fat man complained that the caramel was sticking to his hands.

Brother Wang, who was rubbing his waist, said without thinking, "That's right, other people's children are not clingy anymore. Have you noticed that your children are still clingy?"

It belongs to mass killing.

The innocent Song Ci was affected.

"Song Ci is not like this, but he is pretending." Brother Wang explained.

Song Ci: "."

Isn't your words even more exaggerated?

If it's really pretended, you can figure it out, but you don't!
"Brother Wang, I wish you a second child!" Fat Brother cursed viciously.

"I wish you a second child or a son." Brother Ming was not to be outdone.

Brother Wang laughed awkwardly.

Don't dare to give birth, don't dare to give birth.

Just one of them costs so much money, and he can’t afford another one. It’s really expensive to raise children, especially in big cities.

He still has to repay the loan, has to raise children, and has to consider the family and support his parents. Do you know that it is very tiring!
Life has been ah ah ah he does not know how many times.

When I am happy, I am still very happy, but when I talk about life, I feel a little lost. Fat brother wants to buy a house, but the money is not enough. Ge sister has a lot of mortgages. Little, the third brother was told by his family that he was not sensible.

Everyone has their own difficulties.

Song Ci felt that he was better, at least now.

In the heavy topic of life, the third brother's meal is ready.

It was also covered with a red cloth, and underneath was a large dinner plate. He told everyone not to move, closed the windows again, and played a burst of weird music from horror movies on the computer.

The air has been completely cooled by several degrees.

The boss came out of the office with a dark face and constipated, and he was dragged to the table to sit down.

"This is the first dish, brain supplement!"

Several people looked at the pig's brain flower in the plastic skull, especially the plastic skull without a cap, and the eye sockets were still green, and they felt chills when they listened to the music.

It's not just a matter of a few degrees lower.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay. The fat brother was holding a metal spoon and didn't dare to touch it. His back was so cold.

I didn't expect the third brother to be so ruthless this time.

The weird music didn't look like food for people to eat, so everyone had some words stuck in their throats and couldn't speak.

"This is the bone spirit!" The third brother handed them another box, one by one.

It was a rectangular box. Song Ci had some bad premonition when he handed it over. When he looked down, his eyes changed.

I saw that the small box was full of bones, which had been assembled into a skeleton model for medical students.

"The hands, feet and brain are all fake. They are made of plastic and cannot be eaten!" The third brother introduced: "It is made of brittle bones, and the box next to it is just chocolate."

Everyone:"."

Finally, he handed cups of steaming, bright red drinks to everyone: "This is Mary!"

Then there was a big steak, red in color, it looked like it was undercooked, Song Ci didn't know if it was cooked, anyway, he could still see the bone in the middle.

"Don't be afraid, it's just the big pork bones wrapped in, with sauce added." The third brother said while sitting down.

The scary music sounded, and everyone shuddered. How happy they were just now, how worried they are now.

The third brother is very strict about making people lose happiness.

"Third son, is this really edible? My child is still young, and I don't want him to lose his father!" Old Wang rubbed his waist, listening to the weird music, feeling hard to describe.

"I don't have a child yet, I'm the only child in my family!" Brother Ming took a fork and looked at the steak, and there was something wrong no matter what.

Sister Ge held the glass, looked at the red drink, and wondered what it was.

Facing Fat Brother's plastic fake skeleton, the small green light turned on, turned off, and then turned on again. In the dark office, his face was a little green.

"Don't you think, we are like monsters drinking blood now, isn't it interesting?" Third Brother said.

Looking at the dishes in front of him, Yuan Shao thought, no wonder there are always people who want to slay demons, and he has experienced the life of being a monster.

"Eat!" said the third brother, "It won't taste good when it gets cold."

Everyone listening to weird music: "."

How do you say it?You tell me!
This meal really challenges the moral bottom line of human beings!

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(End of this chapter)