Siheyuan: At the beginning, he scolded the sticks!

Seeing that Director Zhou was about to exit the door, Zhang Long didn't refuse. He walked two quick steps and arrived in front of the second uncle's bed. As soon as he reached the second uncle's bed, he hammered off his hand, just like when the man was dying.

This action scared Director Zhou at the door to jump up, and at the same time scared the two secretaries behind him to scream.

"What's the matter! What's going on? Didn't you hurt your waist?"

Director Zhou's yelling was too loud, Zhang Long felt a little noisy, so he picked his ears and raised his hand to signal Director Zhou not to be so loud.

Then he lowered his head, bent his waist with his hands behind his back, and carefully observed the second uncle's face.

His face was ruddy, his closed eyes were still shaking, and the eyeballs under his eyes were still dangling under his eyelids. This pretended to be nothing like anything, and it was lucky that he was able to scare Director Zhou like this.

After coughing twice and concentrating everyone's attention, Zhang Long immediately put on a sad expression, grabbed the second uncle's hand, and felt the second uncle's hand had a strong desire to break free After that, grab a little more deadly.

Then after the second uncle gave up struggling, he howled out immediately.

"Oh, Second Uncle! Tell me about you. You are too old. Why don't you try to be my secretary? I said you are too old to be a secretary. You just said No, I told you to send me a document and do an internship first. I didn't expect that your document just slipped on the ground as soon as you held it in your hand!
Hey, my poor second uncle, now I can't move my waist anymore, it's still the same thing whether I can work as a blacksmith in the future!
How pitiful! "

Although Zhang Long is doing a good job, he still has feelings, but when he showed the female secretary next to Director Zhou, there were tears in his eyes.

The second uncle's face was completely distorted at this moment, and he couldn't even stretch it. The hand held in Zhang Long's palm had already been squeezed into a fist, and even if the corner of his mouth was pursed, he couldn't hide his trembling.

Seeing this, Zhang Long added another dose of boldness: "But don't worry, I have already felt the care you have for me, a junior, so I have already asked Xu Damao to be my assistant. Everyone is from the same hospital. He will definitely help you fulfill your wish!"

When the three characters Xu Damao and the assistant jumped out together, the second uncle couldn't hold back anymore, and sat up from the bed in a jerk.

The whole face was dark to the bottom, and when the eyes were opened, they were filled with suppressed anger. In addition, the collapse was too tight just now, and the muscles were a little tense this time, and it looked a little stiff.

In Director Zhou's eyes, it was like stealing a dead body suddenly. He was so frightened that he screamed and pushed back a few steps. The door of the underwear ward was covered by him by the way. Peek in through the upper window.

I saw Zhang Long, who was still howling just now, with a smiling expression and a kind gesture with his hands behind his back.

"Second uncle, how are you?"

The second uncle opened his mouth, stared at Zhang Long with fixed eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

Liu Guangtian had already slipped to the corner of the wall, holding onto the wall with his hands, only wishing that he would be invisible as soon as possible. This was different from what Plan said, and he was a little scared.

Director Zhou, who was hiding outside the door just now, also saw clearly at this time, the second uncle is still fine!

Immediately he breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of his performance just now, his face turned red immediately, feeling ashamed.

But in order to maintain the so-called leadership demeanor, he quickly coughed a few times to shake off all these distracting thoughts, then straightened up, pushed the door with a hand behind his back and walked in.

To alleviate his embarrassment, the first sentence directly blamed the second uncle.

"I said Comrade Liu Haizhong, you are really not suitable to be a secretary at your age!"

Zhang Long hurriedly used the action of wiping his face to block the smile that he couldn't hide at the corner of his mouth, and this week Director Zhou actually believed it.

As soon as the second uncle heard what Director Zhou said, his eyes that looked at Zhang Long swished to Director Zhou. Director Zhou wanted to take two steps back after being stared at, but when he thought about the appearance just now, he straightened up Bite his back and took two steps forward.

Make a gesture of an old leader: "Of course, you are already an old employee in our factory. If you want to have any personal requests, you can also ask us. Our factory has always been employee-oriented."

The second uncle made two voices from his throat, holding Director Zhou's eyes, there were still two lights, and he patted the bed board under him with both hands, making Director Zhou mistakenly think that he was trying to get him closer.

So I didn't want to get too close to the second uncle, but in order to earn back the face I just lost, I still endured the nausea and walked a few steps forward, feeling Zhang Long's appearance just now and kindly bent his head in front of the second uncle.

"Say it, I'm listening!"

The light in the second uncle's eyes became even brighter, and the corners of his mouth squirmed a little more. The hand that was patting the bed board didn't move, and he just opened his five fingers. Director Zhou was waiting impatiently, and was going to ask again. Suddenly, a slap hit his back.

"Damn! You're the only one who wants to be a secretary!"

"puff!"

One after another laughter rang out in this ward, Zhang Long contributed once, Xu Damao contributed twice, Director Zhou brought it, the two secretaries standing outside now contributed three times, even Liu Guangtian, who is now leaning against the corner, Contributed half a voice.

Only the two protagonists of the incident—the second uncle who was out of breath, and Director Zhou with a mouthful of phlegm on his face—couldn't laugh at all.

The second uncle's phlegm was quite thick, and it must have been stuck in his throat for a long time. Zhang Long just glanced at it and turned his head away. After all, it affected his appetite a little, and he planned to eat later. .

But Director Zhou was not so lucky, the phlegm not only just blocked the corner of his eyes, but also made him feel the feeling of flowing over the whole face and falling to the ground.

Nauseous, his hairs burst, and he lay down on the side and began to retch.

Driven by instinct, the two secretaries standing outside immediately ran in, stepping over the pile of phlegm that fell on the ground to the left and right, and while holding the breath on their noses, they comforted Director Zhou with concern.

After the second uncle finished spitting out the phlegm, his whole body's qi became smoother, and his breathing became smoother, but his eyes were red, and the eyeballs inside were dull, and he seemed a little scared.

Zhang Long stood aside and said very thoughtfully:
"Second Uncle An Xin, a good leader like our Director Zhou who loves his employees won't mind if you throw phlegm directly on his face."