Today's CEO is as bossy as ever

"I'm a little tired and want to sleep." Yu Zhining's body was stiff as a wooden chicken. She stood up and said a low voice. Lin Mengqi then let go of her hand and watched her go upstairs. She couldn't help sneering. She had to stab her every day, so that she could not forget her current situation. Now she has recovered the dead expression of dying or laughing, which makes her heart ache Fast.

On Saturday, after a few days' rest, Lin Baichen returned to the construction site. He saw several familiar migrant workers and warmly said hello to them.

"Brother Li, today I still move these? You can get me more! " Before that, she was so tired that she had to rest for a few days. In addition, Cheng Yuhua cooked her a lot of tonic food every day. Lin Baichen felt that he was alive again and wanted to perform in front of the workers.

The elder brother Li He called was the little foreman, but he was only in his early twenties. He thought that after last week, the young master would not dare to work again. He must have suffered so much. One time is experience, and two times and three times is self abuse.

"Young master Lin, you are really here again. Just move these things. Don't be arrogant." Xiao Li kindly reminded him, don't be too tired to stand up there.

"You boy, don't look down on me." Lin bochen hummed. Although he felt very tired, he felt that his body was much better these days, which was more effective than fitness.

Xiao Li had no choice but to ignore him. Lin bochen pulled the cart, loaded the bricks and started to move it again. At first, he was full of energy. Later, he was so tired that he gasped.

"It seems that it's not easy to move bricks. It also needs talent." In less than half an hour, he felt the familiar feeling of exhaustion again, and he could not help sighing that these people were still powerful.

He took off his wet shirt and threw it aside. Anyway, it would be dirty for a while. He put a towel on his shoulder to wipe sweat. If he didn't know his identity, others would not believe that he was the second youngest of the Lin family.

After moving the brick pile in the corner, he followed the workers to unload the cement. The bag of nearly 100 kg was put on his back, and his legs trembled.

"Master Lin, don't you want to be one." Xiao Li saw that he did not move, as if he could not move, and kindly reminded him. Lin bochen shook his hair, which made sweat splash all over the place. He shook his head, and then walked forward from the entrance of the alley. However, within 50 meters, he felt that the cement bag on his back was getting heavier and heavier, and his waist was bending down.

It's easy to bite his teeth. After a whole afternoon, he felt relieved. Lin Baichen couldn't bear to stand against the wall and gasped for breath. He saw a small migrant worker coming over with two bags of cement on his back. He looked at them with admiration and gave a thumbs up. These people are really fierce.

After delivering dozens of bags, the little migrant worker was too tired to bear. He leaned against the wall to have a rest together. He took out a pack of some shrunken cigarette packs from his pants bag, smoked a cigarette and smoked it, and then deeply exhaled his cigarette. Lin bochen looked at him and found a bewitching expression on his face.

"Do you want to smoke?" The little migrant worker gave him one. Looking at his hesitation, he drew back again and said with a smile, "my cigarettes are all inferior ones. I'm afraid that young master Lin can't look up to them."

"No, I haven't smoked." Lin bochen thought for a moment and took the cigarette from his hand. The little migrant worker was stunned and helped him light the cigarette. Lin Baichen learned from him and took two mouthfuls of it. He coughed, but he felt that his fatigue seemed to be relieved.

"Why didn't you consider changing your job when you were doing so much work every day?" Lin Baichen admired their ability to endure hardships, but it was not a long-term way to go on like this. For the sake of his colleagues, he also wanted to give him some advice.

"Young master Lin, I want to do other things, but mode culture can only do this kind of work. Although I am a little tired, I have to pay more than ordinary factories. I can earn ten thousand yuan a month. That's good..." Little migrant workers seldom have the opportunity to chat with such people, so they feel it is strange. Moreover, working together these days, he thinks that this young master is not bad. He doesn't look at people like other rich young masters.

"If I were you, if I had money, I would learn a technical job. This kind of work is not done by people." Lin Baichen sighed and took two puffs of his cigarette. The bitter taste was in his mouth. After experiencing this kind of folk suffering, he thought that if he became a manager in the future, he must be better to the employees below. The deeper experience is that they can't degenerate to this level like them. They can only do this kind of hard work. Even if they can't compare with Lenghan, they can't be too bad.

When he went back in the evening, Lin bochen was so tired that he collapsed on the sofa and didn't even want to take a bath. Cheng Yuhua saw that his back was covered with some bruise marks. He was very distressed. He saw that his hair was covered with gray soil. He looked dirty and embarrassed. He sighed and patted him on the face, "son, don't sleep. Your father will be back in a moment. Let him see your dirty appearance. I'm afraid he will be angry."

"Mom, you let me lie down for a while. I'm so tired." He sighed and didn't want to move any more. His body was as soft as noodles."You silly child, can't you make a style? Why do you have to work so seriously? Look at your back, how did you make it like this?" Cheng Yuhua was so distressed that she wiped her tears in silence.

"Mom, the old man looks down on me. He says that I can only carry bricks and I can't do this kind of work. How can I be lazy? I'd better die on the construction site, so he won't look down on me like this!" Lin bochen said in a stuffy voice. He was not a masochist. How could he like to do such a job? It was just to fight for a breath in front of the old man.

"You, how can you be stubborn at such a time? Your father doesn't care about it when you eat so much hardship..." Cheng Yuhua couldn't help but scold him. She was complaining when she heard the door open. She looked up and saw that Lin's father came in. She quickly came forward and helped him take down his coat. She said, "how can you come back so late?"

"I went to see some old customers and had dinner together." Lin's father said faintly. When he came in, he saw Lin Baichen lying on the sofa like a corpse. His whole body was dirty. He frowned and said, "what is he doing? Is he asking me for credit? I don't want to take care of the dirt. "

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