Ultimate Master

I was stupidly listening to her "instruction", but suddenly I felt how familiar she was?

It's not - isn't that my generous speech about boycotting Japanese cars in the new century auto sales company?

I was a little surprised. How could this remark be "eulogized" by this seemingly young black faced gas tanker in front of me?

What's more dramatic is that she used my original words to educate me!

but I immediately found the answer in the gasman's mouth.

It can be seen that this female gas tanker is not deeply involved in the world. From her generous statement, we can see that she is a patriotic youth deeply influenced by patriotism education. Therefore, I did not express my antipathy to her, but as time passed by, my business had not been completed. How could I have the heart to listen to her patriotic sentiments here?

"Now our boss's three gas stations are carrying out" boycott Japanese products "response activities. It is our firm principle that we do not refuel Japanese cars or provide services to Japanese. By the way, did you read the newspaper? "

I asked, "what newspaper?"

"A few days ago, several newspapers and media reported something. It is said that there was a patriotic young man who had a fierce conflict with a Japanese in the new century automobile sales company. The patriotic youth smashed his Toyota Crown car with practical actions and said that he would not buy Japanese goods from now on. He also gave many examples. Anyway, our boss happened to pass by that day and witnessed the event with his own eyes. After coming back, our boss was deeply inspired, so he drafted a material to boycott Japanese goods, and prepared to carry forward this patriotic spirit -- "

hearing this, I really understood the truth. His actions that day really influenced many patriots.

It's a pity that what happened to me today is just like lifting a stone and hitting myself in the foot.

I drooped my head almost speechless.

But in fact, I did not regret that day's action, although today was hit a foot, but the pain, only me.

Seeing that I was obediently listening to her "instruction", the gas attendant became more and more impassioned. She criticized me well without knowing what to do. I didn't argue, but just gave out a bitter smile in my heart.

Gas can not add, helpless, I can only continue to look for gas stations.

But where am I going to find a cart?

I think it's really embarrassing today. I thought borrowing a car would save a lot of time, especially driving the car of Fu's sister, which would avoid a lot of trouble. However, the reality has proved that this is simply adding fuel to the fire!

sometimes, you have to believe in the power of money. As the saying goes, there must be brave men under the reward. If there are really two young and strong men who are invited by me to help push the cart.

With a heavy body and the push of two strong men, Honda left the "boycott of Japanese" gas station and went to another small gas station.

However, when I arrived at this small gas station, I couldn't help being surprised: what kind of gas station is this? It's just a black workshop. There is not even a computer fuel dispenser here. Gasoline and diesel are sold in the most primitive way. In front of the door were a few abandoned oil tanks and two or three small oily scales, which could be regarded as the most advanced equipment in this gas station.

I really don't understand. How can such a backward gas station have room for survival? Will the state allow the operation?

It's incredible.

But now, do I have the right to choose a gas station?

I talked to the owner of a small gas station. The boss said that it was necessary to let the gas out before adding oil. That would be good for the car. I didn't say anything. I urged the boss to end the fight as soon as possible. I was still waiting for my way.

He took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he realized that no open fire was allowed at the gas station. Just as he was about to return the cigarette to the cigarette case, the owner of the gas station said to me with a smile: "smoke it, we don't have so many rules here. We just buy from the oil factory directly, and we don't need too much equipment cost. So we can say that the oil price is low and the oil quality is good. You can rest assured when you refuel here --" the boss boasted and used oil stains A big hand stroked his greasy forehead.

But I still don't dare to smoke. I don't dare to take the risk.

I watched the vehicles and pedestrians at the intersection of the gas station with vigilance, for fear that they would make trouble again in this emergency. You know, now all Yanjing is full of people arranged by Zhang biekun to find me. If I am not careful, I will become a turtle in a jar again.

Fortunately, the boss's skill is pretty good. He has finished the car neatly and said that he can refuel.

I gave the boss 300 yuan to add 300 yuan of oil for me. The boss took the money and called out a dull young man (I don't know whether it was a relative of the boss or a hired helper). He began to pump oil from the big barrel into a small bucket, weighed it and began to fill the tank of Honda.

In the process, I had been thinking about Cheng Yameng, so I didn't care much about it. When I was about to get into the cab after refueling, I suddenly found that the God had made a big joke on me again!To be exact, at this moment, I feel that God seems to be deliberately troubling me, deliberately refusing me to see Cheng Ya Meng.

That stupid boy, the oil I added was not gasoline, but diesel

The young man shook his head and said in a full Shanxi accent: "impossible, absolutely impossible. Can I make that kind of mistake? I've been working hard for months. "

At this time, the owner of the gas station came out of the room. Seeing this, he asked the stupid gas attendant, "what's the matter?"

I feel the blood in my head is constantly rising. I gently walk to the oil bucket, suppress my impulse, and force myself to say to the boss in a friendly tone: "I think it's like adding the wrong oil?"

The boss took two breaths with his nose, and his face became stiff. He glanced at the young man who was refuelling and asked him, "what's the matter? How did you add diesel? You got kicked in the head by a donkey? "

Before the young man could defend himself, the boss put out a big hand, slapped him on the back of the head, and then flew over again.

The young man didn't have the strength to fight back, he just kept begging for mercy: "don't hit the boss, I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong!"

the boss scolded: "it's useless to know what's wrong? How many mistakes have you made so far? Last time when you gave the customer gas, you added the wrong model. This time it's better. You simply don't distinguish between gasoline and diesel. Can gasoline drink diesel? Just like you, you should drink water, but can you digest it when you drink urine? "

I also sweat: what kind of metaphor is this? This boss is too - too that?

Seeing the boss slapping the young man's head in anger, he was eager to cut him off. I immediately felt pity and urged the boss: "forget it, it's already happened. It's useless for you to beat him and scold him. Now do it for me, and I'll be on my way. "

Who knows that the boss is still endlessly reprimanding the fuel dispenser, but the oiler is also honest, drooping his head without saying a word, allowing the boss to scold and slap.

The more the boss scolded, the more generous, an ear photons past, with a loud bang. The young man's face immediately appeared a five finger red mark, tears in his eyes.

But the boss still didn't give up. He continued to curse the gas attendant: "Damn it, I take care of your food and your house. I'll hire you as a silly boy to help me every month. You'd better make a mess of it all day long. What do you say you can do? Apart from eating, it's pulling. Now, get out of here and go back to your hometown in Shanxi! "

the young man implored," don't say goodbye, boss. I'll pay attention to it next time. Would you mind if you don't rush me

The boss broke his face and frowned: "no, I've given you a lot of opportunities. Let's go. You are not suitable for working outside. Go home and plant your acre of land honestly. When farmers are everywhere, you can't make any mistakes. That's all you've ever done in your life. "

The young man continued to beg: "boss, no, don't drive me away."

The boss said angrily, "go in and pack up your things. I'll buy you a train ticket and go home. That would be a relief for you and a relief for me

Young man:.... "

Listening to the conversation between the master and the servant, I was a little impatient. I patted the boss on the shoulder and continued to urge him to say, "put your internal affairs on the back and get my car done first. I'm waiting for my way."

But the boss didn't turn his attention to me. He still scolded the young man in his own way. The young man couldn't stand it at last. He simply took off his coat and yelled to the boss: "I'm fed up with it. OK, I'll go and let my sister-in-law pay me my salary. I still have three months' salary left." His lips were shaking and all kinds of grievances were vented at this moment.

The boss took a cigarette in his mouth and said with a sneer: "always poke a basket for me, and still want to get paid? Intelligence quotient like you, stupid, care you eat, care about you live, is already very take care of you. I'll step back and buy you a train ticket, and you'll get out of here! "The young man burst into tears:" you have to pay me. If you don't pay me, I don't even have money to buy things for my family. My mother still expects me to work to earn money and marry a daughter-in-law. "

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