Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Leadership office.

Director Wu sat upright in his office chair, his body leaning back slightly, his hands placed naturally on the armrests, his posture relaxed, and he looked fearless.

Exquisite tea cans and coffee pots are neatly arranged on the side table, and various sets of books on the bookshelf behind are new and beautiful. These books are carefully classified and placed in an orderly manner.

"Xiao Liu, please sit down and tell me how long you have been in the institute."

"Two years younger."

"What do you think about the future?"

Zhou Leng said impatiently:

"What ideas can I have? Can you stop talking to me in official language? Just tell me what you want to do with the patent. Is that your work result? It is because there are too many people like you who judge by seniority and intrigue all day long that our core technology is so bad and so many talents have been lost."

Director Wu sneered and took a sip of tea. He slowly put down the teacup and said:

"Young man, you are too impatient. I can't follow your train of thought and don't know what you are going to say. You work under me and do things according to my requirements. What's wrong with me applying for a patent? There are personnel changes in the institute, so all the honors naturally belong to the institute. You get paid to do your job, and this patent has nothing to do with you. How can you say it's stolen?"

Zhou Leng stared at him. He had expected the other party's words. He only came here to leave.

"I resign!"

Director Wu stared at Zhou Leng expressionlessly, but his eyes were full of sarcasm, which contained a sharp irony towards the young people's lack of sense of the seriousness of the matter and their emotional behavior.

"Since you insist on leaving, I won't keep you here. Go back and email your resignation application. Normally, you should apply one month in advance. Your situation is special, and we can't hinder your future. If you apply today, you can leave today. I'll let the finance and HR departments know, and your salary will be settled today."

Zhou Leng turned and left, without slamming the door in anger, nor hanging his head in disappointment.

"Xiao Liu, what are you doing..."

When Zhou Leng was packing up, a colleague came up to greet him.

"I quit my job and went home to live off my parents. This class is boring."

"Why don't we talk to Director Wu again? Our industry is not easy to get into anywhere."

"No, don't be like me."

Zhou Leng packed up his simple belongings and sent an email to apply for resignation. Director Wu in the system quickly approved it. He carried his bag and a cloth bag, and walked out of the office and the institute's gate under the complicated looks of his colleagues.

Three Musketeers group chat.

Zhou Leng: I quit my job because my boss is such a bitch. Brothers and sisters, please support me, feed me, and introduce me to a job.

Chen Hao: Transfer 6666 yuan.

Zhou Leng: No, you really want to support me! That will cost extra money.

Jin Ling: I’m busy. Let’s talk in the evening. Our company is short of talent. Wait for me to ask.

Zhou Leng: Thank you, sister.

After receiving the transfer, Zhou Leng said in the group: Brother Hao, please treat me to a meal when you return to China.

Chen Hao: GUN get out of here.

......

Zhou Leng smiled and put his phone in his pocket, then he got on his bike and rushed home.

Jin Ling's invitation came much faster than expected, and Zhou Leng put the items up for sale after leaving them idle at home for three days.

In this world, Zhou Leng needs both emotional intelligence and skills, age and skills, and good looks and skills, so he was naturally noticed by big companies and received a T8 salary as soon as he joined the company, with an annual salary of fifty to eighty.

After everything was settled, Zhou Leng decided to talk to his mother about changing jobs.

Dinner for mother and son is always warm and eventful.

"mom."

"son."

"Let me tell you something." The mother and son spoke almost at the same time.

Zhou Leng frowned slightly and looked at his mother. Her expression was intriguing. Did he miss something important? He needed her to tell him in person.

"Mom, you speak first."

Tao Yan looked up at her son's expression before saying, "You should speak first. I'm fine, but you are."

"I quit my job and found a new one with a good salary. Sister Ling and I are in the same company and can take care of each other. I'm done. Mom, tell me what you're hiding from me."

Tao Yan asked: "Why did you suddenly change jobs? Didn't you say before that you wanted to lie down? Why did you change jobs again?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. Tell me what's going on?"

Tao Yan hesitated for a long time before saying, "Mom has a boyfriend, and I'm thinking of introducing him to you in the next few days."

Zhou Leng sat up straight instantly and said, "Mom, show me the photo."

Zhou Leng was relieved after seeing the photo. It was not because the other person looked honest, but because he was not ugly and had a good figure. She said seriously:

"Mom, you can't manage money in our family from now on. I will give you pocket money every month."

Tao Yan thought her son felt that the other party had cheated him out of money. She was about to explain when she heard her son continue:

"Mom, as long as the guy isn't ugly, you're still young and you should have had a boyfriend a long time ago. Don't think about finding someone who can live a stable life or be good to us. Do we need to find someone like that given our current situation? Just find someone you like, who is handsome, who can make you happy and play with you. I'm in charge of the finances, and as long as you don't get cheated out of money by others, I don't mind how many boyfriends you have."

Tao Yan was shocked, and then obediently handed over the financial power to her son. She was worried about herself. Although she is old now, the older she gets, the more she can't stand being fooled. It's better for her son to manage the money to keep her safe.

Sunday lunch at the local iron pot stew restaurant.

The mother and son were waiting, and the man finally arrived.

"Hello, I'm Liu Zimo."

"Hello, Zimo. I often hear your mother talk about you. You are indeed a handsome man. I am Hu Lin."

"Hello, Uncle Hu."

The two men, one big and one small, shook hands and sat down.

Tao Yan and Zhou Leng sat on one side, and the man sat on the other side.

The man was wearing a white polo shirt, khaki pants, and white sneakers. He looked to be about 40 years old, good-looking, and in good shape.

In Tao Yan's words, Hu Lin is a very reliable person. His ex-wife filed for divorce three years ago. He has a daughter who lives with his ex-wife. He has no financial burden. He is a community worker with a stable job and a well-educated person.

Zhou Leng had already done some background checks on the other party. In this kind of situation, you can't look at what the other party said, but what the other party didn't say. For example, the other party lives with his parents, the property belongs to his ex-wife, and although he has a stable job, his income is not high. After paying child support and his own expenses every month, there is not much left.

"Uncle Hu, my mother has probably told you about our family situation. I just want her to be happy. I don't object if you two have a boyfriend. At your age, the main thing is to be happy."

Hu Lin thought that Tao Yan's son would ask a lot of questions when they first met, and might object or question, but the other party said nothing. It seemed that they just wanted to have a meal, recognize each other's faces, and emphasize not to make his mother sad.

Hu Lin works hard to keep fit, maintain his elegance and keep his hair in good shape, all in the hope of finding a woman with good living conditions.

Zhou Leng knew what Hu Lin was thinking, so he didn't ask any further questions. As long as he didn't lie to his mother, it would be fine. If this one didn't work, he could find another one. Now that he had a good son, was he afraid of not being able to find a good man?