we are bad boys

The conversation with Brother Bao ended unhappy, and I went to the office next door.Wang Mumu originally wanted to chat with me for a while, but halfway through, he received the latest order from the Communist Party, saying that he wanted to eat bananas from Africa, so he immediately left.

Sitting in the house for a while, drinking a cup of coffee, Pockmarked and Dakang walked in.

"Baozi is not in the same position as us. If you don't agree, you won't agree. Why bother to make a fool of yourself!" Pockmarked said to me with a smile.

"Fuck, we have played together for so long, and there is no tacit understanding at all?? Anyone can say this, but he can't say it, because I only do it for him!" A little rushed.

"...Ha ha!" The pockmarked face glanced at me, playing with the prayer beads in his hand, but didn't speak.

"Okay, the old man in his family is getting older and older, and gradually he doesn't care about everything. The company has so many people, can there be no pressure?" Dakang persuaded me, and continued: "Why, Let Ma Fei, where are they??"

"What good place do you have?" I was stunned for a moment, and understood what Dakang meant. With Brother Bao's attitude, it was already a bit inconvenient for Ma Fei and the others to stay with him.

"No, let's go to the house rented by the third child, we both have troubles with jb, let's make do together!" Pockmarked looked at the two of us in a dilemma, and interjected.

"Third brother, a group of young people who meditate for a day, can you bear it?" I asked a little worried.People like Lao San, Gao Dong, and Fu Xin are all used to being alone, and when there are too many people, they will make trouble.

"Then what are you doing?? If you can't do it, you have to do it!! I'll do the work!" Said with pockmarked hands.

"Okay, then I'll call Ma Fei and let them come back!" I was forced to take out my phone again, then stood up, walked to the window, lowered my head and said to the phone: "What are you doing? ?”

"Beep ring ring!"

When I was making a call, the cell phone with pockmarked face also rang. He opened the cover of the cell phone and took a look.

"Hi!!" Pockmarked said while holding the phone.

"Brother Ma, I'm downstairs, you come down, let's talk again! Don't tell Xiao Fei yet!"

"...Fuck, what's the matter with you... Does this make me sit on wax?!" Dakang, who was drinking tea, glanced at the pockmarked face, and cursed in a low voice.

"Where are there so many things, Caesar, I think you are not confused now, ignore them, come down quickly, don't ink!" The voice on the phone said urgently.

"...You are so cheap!!" The pockmarked face lowered its head and gritted its teeth and cursed.

"hey-hey!"

"Fuck!" The pockmarked face cursed, hung up the phone, stood up and said, "You guys stay here, I'll go out for a while, if there's nothing else, I'll just sweep the floor at the company, cleaners are too hard to find now!"

"What are you doing?" Dakang yawned and asked casually.

"That kid Ha Yijian is looking for me, I'll go out!" Pockmarked said casually, pushed the door and went out.

After I finished talking with Ma Fei, I turned around and saw that the pockmarked face was gone, so I asked Dakang, "What did he do?"

"I'm looking for that liar Ha Yijian!" Dakang said boredly.

"Don't be so mean, old jb, lied to you?" I said annoyed him, sat down on the sofa, fiddled with the computer distractedly, wanted to see the pockmarked kid from the technical department , made the "amazing" Hengyuan official.

Open it and see that the total length of the page is six centimeters. The banner on the black background is written with four white characters of Hengyuan Brothers. Two voices.In the personnel classification area with a square frame, there are photos of several of our shareholders, and I don’t know where to find them. The expression is sad and numb. When I look at it from a distance, it’s just a fucking four-inch photo on the urn. …

"This page is full of strings, I will discuss it with the kids in the technical department after a while, let them take this work and go to work in the funeral parlor!! The atmosphere is so sad and angry...!" I Looking at the page in a breakdown, he said something to Dakang.

"...Alas, what's all this!" Dakang glanced at the page, cursed helplessly, and rushed to the door.

"What are you doing??"

"I'm fucking going to the toilet!!" Dakang said without turning his head.

Dakang walked through the corridor, looking through the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass into the work area, and saw the new team, the women gathered together to chat about cosmetics, and the men gathered together to talk about how not to spend money on makeup Products, each has its own business, very busy.

"...Ah!" Dakang sighed, he had lost the urge to shout, and walked squarely towards the toilet at the end of the corridor.As soon as the door was opened, Huo, a suffocating anger rushed towards his face.

"Damn it! Where is the cleaner!! Man!!" Dakang looked at the ground with a livid face, the yellowed liquid, and the toilet paper soaked in the liquid everywhere, stood at the door, and rushed into the corridor shouted.

"Tap Tat Tat...!"

In the work area, a young man with the sign of the sales manager ran out quickly and asked Dakang, "What's wrong, Mr. Zhang?"

"Where's the cleaner??"

"...We haven't recruited cleaners yet!!" the manager said confidently.

"Peng!" Dakang stretched out his big rough-skinned and thick hands, grabbed the manager's neck, stuck his head into the toilet like he was carrying a chick, and said angrily, "Come on, take a look. Smell, this fucking has caught up with Unit 731!! What the hell, are you fucking pissing forks?? You won’t piss in the urinal?? There’s jb kung fu every day, can’t you clean up the toilet? ?? Why don’t you jb pee??”

"...Mr. Zhang, I will organize people to clean up right away!!"

"Let me see you in the future, talking shit in the office, and I'll fuck you all!" Dakang said excitedly.

"Got it, got it!" The manager nodded repeatedly.

"Fuck!" Dakang let go of him, frowned, touched his crotch, held his breath, tiptoed, walked into the toilet, ran to the window sill in two steps, stretched out his hand and opened the window of the toilet, trying to pass ventilation.

But at this moment, a figure downstairs, carrying a bag and smoking a cigarette, got into a BMW 750 on the opposite side of the road. The car belonged to Brother Bao, with a pockmarked face.

Dakang frowned, paused for a moment, said nothing, opened the door on the far side, and walked into the toilet.