Annoying Zhao Gongzi

After Mr. Zhao came home, he said to me: "Today, Boss Qian said that I have good taste in this dress. He never said that before."

Because Boss Qian is one of the president's brothers-in-law, and he doesn't have sex, he doesn't need to flatter Mr. Zhao.

It is also because Mr. Zhao is wearing the clothes I gave him today.

Mr. Zhao has always suspected that I am stingy and vicious, and I always give him things that I am reluctant to throw away but don't want, especially clothes.What is he thinking?If this little convenience is gone, why should I live with him who is also a man?And let him take more than half of my position?

It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality, I just teach him to be frugal.

I told Mr. Zhao: "So I didn't give it to you because I don't want it, I just think you really look good in it."

This is also the truth, it looks better than his own clothes, when will he stop imitating fourth master Zhao's dressing?

Mr. Zhao is so old, he is handsome without clothes, Mr. Zhao still needs to rely on clothes.

Mr. Zhao: "Hehe, I think you look good in my windbreaker, but you have never worn it."

There is almost no hope in my life, don't make it impossible for me.

Mr. Zhao: "Where's that dress? Take it out and wear it."

I donated it. A while ago, some students called for donations on the street, saying that they would report the charity auction ball, which is very meaningful, and it is the best place for Mr. Zhao's precious windbreaker.

Mr. Zhao: "You won't throw it away, will you?" He scolded me, "Damn it! It was custom-made for 500 yuan! That tailor's book is bigger than my own, and I'm only willing to make three pieces a year. I've been in line for two years. .If you throw it away, I will kill you!"

I said: "I know it is precious, so I dare not stay at home to wash it, so I sent it to the store for washing."

Mr. Zhao was dubious: "You haven't worn it, why wash it?"

I said, "The few days you were away last week cooled down and I wore them to work."

Mr. Zhao: "I'm going to the dance tonight, you go with me, just wear that, you call the store to send the clothes over."

I said, "I'm wearing that, it won't match your other clothes."

Mr. Zhao: "It's okay, I'll wear your suit, it looks pretty good."

I asked, "What prom? I don't like those..."

"I know you don't like us talking about business, but today is the charity auction ball, what excuses do you have for not going?" Mr. Zhao scolded me impatiently, "You are really troublesome, damn it, how dare you say one more thing?" Words, I just stewed your broken dog. Damn it! The dog doesn’t want to keep you, tell me, don’t stuff me under the quilt in the middle of the night, I was almost scared to death, do you want to scare me to death so that you can talk to Boss Qian? The redneck nephew ran away?"

Mr. Zhao always imagines everything so complicated. In his mind, I am not only stingy and vicious, but also loves the other.

However, this time, he really misunderstood. I don't have the slightest admiration for Boss Qian's nephew, but I am deeply impressed by Boss Qian's demeanor.

It doesn't matter, although I don't have the patience to raise Ham - my cute but clingy puppy - but I also don't want to watch him being stewed, so I can't let Mr. Zhao know that I put the That windbreaker was donated.I can even imagine how he would look at me when he saw the windbreaker on the booth.

——He will look at me with the eyes of the murderous gangster on the headlines of yesterday's newspaper when he was caught, and then kill dogs like hemp.

My poor Hamm.

I suggested Mr. Zhao to take a nap, so that I have a chance to recover that windbreaker.

Mr. Zhao refused: "Don't sleep, I have an appointment with someone later, I have something to do."

I said sweetly: "The shopping with Jin Xian'er can be postponed until tomorrow night. A new movie will be shown opposite the department store tomorrow night. You have no other dates."

Mr. Zhao called and scolded his assistant: "Damn it! You told Qiu Yixin about my itinerary again! I'm the one who pays you!"

Giving someone money can only make people do things for you; giving someone what he wants can make people surrender to me.

This sentence was taught to me by Zhao Siye.So back then, I quickly found Mr. Zhao's school report card with an average score of 25, and exchanged it for a registration form for piano lessons.

Mr. Zhao did not misunderstand me. In order to achieve my goal, I was very unscrupulous.

Mr. Zhao finished scolding his assistant, hung up the phone, and scolded me: "I'm going to...go...fuck you! Draw the curtains! It's broad daylight!"

Nap, of course, is to sleep in broad daylight.

Mr. Zhao obediently took a nap.I put Ham in his arms and slept together, then went out carefully and went straight to the department store.Those students said that they would be at the door of the department store today. I can't let Mr. Zhao find out that I'm here too.

The students still remember me and greet me when they see me: "Is Mr. Qiu visiting the store?"

I said, "I'm here to ask you for help. The windbreaker I donated that day belonged to my friend. I'm willing to exchange it for other things."

The student said in embarrassment: "Of course, but the things are not with us. You have to go to the warehouse to get them. I can accompany you to explain later. When we finish collecting donations, it will be about four o'clock."

Mr. Zhao sleeps until 03:30 every afternoon and wakes up at 05:30 for the dance party.

I checked the time, it was already 02:30, and it was three o'clock in the past warehouse.Although I left a message to Mr. Zhao saying that I went out to buy something, it is best to get the windbreaker back as soon as possible before Mr. Zhao wakes up.

I went to the warehouse alone and told the person in charge of my intentions. I was willing to exchange a pocket watch for that ugly windbreaker.

Thank God, no one except Mr. Zhao could tell that the windbreaker was worth 500 yuan, or even think it was worth much.

When the person in charge went to the warehouse to look for the windbreaker, I heard a voice from hell: "I didn't do anything I asked you to do. If it weren't for the sake of you being Uncle Dali's nephew, I have already..."

Why did Mr. Zhao also come here?I quickly found a place to hide.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhao, I didn't do it on purpose. You asked me to go to the warehouse to find some old things that I don't need to donate. I saw those paintings in the box and thought I would throw them away... ..."

Mr. Zhao scolded him violently: "Are you stupid? No one wants to throw away that thing. If you donate it to your mother, who will buy it?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Because it's framed, it still looks a bit Western, although I don't know what the painting is...I think I can't be too insincere, just..."

"The painting is of Lao Tzu!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't see it... That's not what I meant... Mr. Zhao, don't hit me, don't hit me..."

Ok?Are they talking about the pictures I drew when I was studying?At that time, my foreign art teacher admired my works and opened a small art exhibition for me.

The students said they couldn't understand.

That's nice, art that can be understood by most people can only bring me money during my lifetime, not fame after my death.

Later, all the paintings were bought by a wealthy businessman. The wealthy businessman was a collaborator of Zhao Siye.

Jin Xian'er was there too: "Mr. Zhao calm down, it's good that the things can be brought back. Will Mr. Qiu go with you tonight?"

Mr. Zhao scolded him: "None of your business! You are not allowed to wear that red suit!"

Jin Xian'er: "Which set are you referring to?"

Mr. Zhao: "You are not allowed to wear red!"

Jin Xian'er: "But I don't have money to buy new clothes."

Mr. Zhao: "Damn it! I have money! Take it! But if you give him something with my money, I will cut your skin!"

Jin Xian'er: "Oh, I remember. Does Mr. Qiu still like the set of teacups I gave him?"

like very much.It was made by Jin Xian'er himself. His hands are as skillful as his voice, and the things he makes can be sold in shops.

Mr. Zhao sneered, and said to the people in the warehouse: "Okay, return the painting to me, and I will donate this set of teacups. Big head, take out the things."

"Master Zhao, my name is Hao Da..."

"Stop talking nonsense, and want to be beaten?"

Jin Xian'er: "I gave this to Mr. Qiu."

Mr. Zhao said proudly: "He made me throw it away, what a piece of crap, do you know how much his drinking cups cost? The cups he uses to rinse his mouth are all gold-rimmed."

For me, rinsing my mouth is a very difficult thing every day. I always gargle with my eyes closed.

Jin Xian'er said with a good temper: "Then I'll buy it now."

Mr. Zhao: "I'm going to donate it now!"

The previous person in charge came back: "Where's Mr. Qiu? Mr. Qiu!"

Mr. Zhao: "Damn it! These are my clothes!"

The person in charge: "No, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Qiu donated it to our auction ball, but he just came over again and said to exchange this pocket watch... Has Mr. Qiu left?"

Why don't you go into more detail?Why don't you tell me all the recipes for the stewed dog?

Mr. Zhao: "Damn it! This is my pocket watch!"

A watch looks better than a pocket watch. For young people, especially Mr. Zhao, he really shouldn't continue to dress like Mr. Zhao.If he really wants to learn, he should follow Siye Zhao to be a vegetarian. Siye Zhao was rescued by a dog when he was young and never ate dog meat.

Mr. Zhao: "Qiu Yixin, come out to me! I know you're not going out to buy roasted sweet potatoes!"

It is very easy to appease the angry Mr. Zhao.

If I have said it is not easy, probably I am just sitting on the floor with others to raise the price.

I appeared in front of them, and slowly looked at the paintings and teacups on the table.

However, Mr. Zhao also has some experience, so he started to beat him up: "Why are my clothes and pocket watch here?"

I said, "Maybe they came looking for my paintings."

Mr. Zhao: "It's the big guy who did it, I said earlier that I'm going to fire him!"

I said: "When my painting was bought by Boss Sun, Hao Da was still in his hometown."

What Hao Da wanted was for his boss to call him by his first name instead of his nickname. I did that, so Hao Da sold me his loyalty and Mr. Zhao's daily itinerary.

Mr. Zhao: "Damn it, if you have any money, you give it to outsiders. You said that these crap can be sold for a lot of money in the future. The paints are all bought by me, and the person above is still me. Did you ask me about the money when you sold it? I didn't even give Lao Tzu a piece!"

If I remember correctly, all the money was used to return the second brother's paperweight.Mr. Zhao broke an antique paperweight belonging to his second brother when he was a child, and he paid it back on and off for several years, and he still hasn’t finished it until today. The first thing I do when I get my salary every month is to send money to my second brother to pay back the money.

It's not that Mr. Zhao has no money to pay back, he's just stingy, and would rather spend 500 yuan to make an ugly windbreaker than pay back the money.Others only know that I do so many jobs, but no one knows that my heart is very bitter.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest the last time he was holding the vase that my second brother bought newly.He actually suspected that I fell in love with my second brother.

If I fell in love with my second brother, I would have sold myself to pay off the debt.

I love Brother Wu, and I don't allow others to misunderstand my love.

Mr. Zhao is really annoying.

Mr. Zhao: "Big head, take away your clothes, pocket watch and paintings, let's go."

I put the tea cup made by Jin Xian'er back into the box and picked it up.

Jin Xian'er smiled: "If Mr. Qiu doesn't like it, you can donate it. Doing good deeds will also help me accumulate virtue. It may not make me more blessed in the next life."

It's really not easy for Jin Xian'er, he and I both came from difficult backgrounds, so we feel the same way.Alas, he has to put up with the moody Mr. Zhao for the sake of his life, which sounds more like me.

Mr. Zhao is still cursing: "Damn you! That's not what you said just now!"

I put the teacup back on the table and said to the person in charge: "I donate this set of teacups. Mr. Jin made it himself. I hope it can be auctioned for a high price."

Mr. Zhao shouted: "Big head!"

The assistant hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Master Zhao donated this dress, which was sewn by Master Neus Baruchila Finmuk himself!"

Yes, this is the person who cheated Mr. Zhao out of 500 yuan.

In fact, I wanted to give Jin Xian'er a surprise, and I planned to buy back the teacup during the auction.I always thought that if I hadn't been dragged down by Mr. Zhao, I could rely on my romance to pursue most of the young talents in the city.

I recently discovered that Jin Xian'er is really good, my love with Jin Xian'er is very novel, he hates me, but I fell in love with him, like a drama, I even feel like Rhett.

However, there is a slight deviation in the plan. I have to buy Mr. Zhao's clothes, otherwise he will stew his dog.

What's more, the tea cup made by Jin Xian'er himself bid a price that I couldn't afford.He is really famous.

In the end, that set of teacups was taken away by a lady for 320 yuan.She only had one request, to have afternoon tea with Jin Xian'er in this teacup.

I finally understood why Jin Xian'er once laughed at me for not being able to make money.

I have lunch with Mr. Zhao every day, and I have to help him pay back the money every month.

After a while, I finally arrived at Mr. Zhao's dress and asked for five yuan.

Mr. Zhao cursed: "I——"

I quickly stuffed the orange into his mouth: "Eat."

He ate the oranges, feeling aggrieved: "The price for that broken cup is one hundred!"

Then, the auction fell into silence.

Hamm was to be stewed in silence.

I had no choice but to hold up a sign: "Six yuan."

Mr. Zhao: "Mom—"

I had already broken a plate of oranges, and immediately stuffed another piece into his mouth.

No one bid on this dress with me, and everyone looked at me with the eyes of "I bought this thing for six dollars, and I really don't feel sorry for spending Mr. Zhao's money".

I feel distressed, and it really hurts.

This piece of clothing that we can't wear out at all cost us five hundred and six dollars.

Mr. Zhao is invincible and hates him.

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