Good day and beautiful scenery

"How do you admit it? The awards are over. Although he didn't go to the scene, the whole world knows that he is the author of that design. Joe, I know it's unfair to you to say this, but this world is like this, and it must be fair." Watch people."

The boss paused deliberately after he finished speaking, and seeing that I didn't answer, he exaggeratedly showed a big smile and said: "Joe, apart from the relationship of colleagues, as a friend, I also want to advise you, take it easy, this Let the matter get to this point and forget it. You are talented, and you are not afraid that there will be no better opportunities in the future."

What he said was considered to be of a high level, as soon as he spoke a few words, he let me know the stakes.It's useless even if I make a fuss, how dark the reality is, how much trouble I, Zhou Jingchen, can make with my own strength, isn't it?

But it’s definitely not enough to hit the stick without giving sugar. The boss can sit in the boss’s position. This is naturally done with ease. He may not need my gratitude, but he still thinks that I can be moved by the bait he throws. .As long as there are projects to do, what else can I ask for?

Under the boss's slightly smiling gaze, I changed my sitting position, lazily leaned back on the chair, and smiled at him cheekily: "Boss, you know I'm not stingy."

The boss shook his head cooperatively to express his disapproval: "Look at what you said, Joe, you are not stingy, of course you are not stingy."

"But not being stingy doesn't mean I don't have my own principles. The design is mine, and every stroke is my painstaking effort. Alan can use it if he wants. To be honest, I admire him for having This is guts. But it can’t be a reason for him to be a thief and not even apologize. Besides, the boss, if he can use my work today, can he use any of William’s work tomorrow?”

I seldom say such great things in front of anyone, whether it is in the company or in private, I have never been a talkative person, and the reason why I am so aggressive is entirely because I am out of anger.I'm not only angry at the result, but also angry at Alan for being a helper to the evil boss. In fact, I'm also a little powerless and angry at the reality.

After I finished speaking, I still laughed, looked at the boss, and asked him: "Boss, if this kind of thing happens again next time, how do you plan to deal with it?"

"Joe," the boss sighed with an expected embarrassment and forced a smile, "you're blaming me."

I smiled and shook my head: "I'm worried about the boss. It's hard to say that it won't happen again with Alan."

"That's not true. You don't know who he is. To put it bluntly, he is prouder than anyone else. There are a few in the company that he likes." The boss smiled, changed the subject, and said, "Joe, this competition He didn't ask me about it, until later when I found out that I had won the award and asked him, he made a plausible mention. Judging from what he meant, he probably knows something about you."

What about me?

I thought about it, I have almost no contact with Allen, and there is nothing to reason about for him to play with.Looking up at the same puzzled expression of the boss, I laughed and said, "I don't steal or rob, I don't know what he's talking about."

"If you don't know, you don't know. I don't think he really wants to tell people. Joe, don't worry, since I am still the boss here, some things I say will count, and I will give you better projects. "

I have to say that after this conversation, I really thought about it. Instead of wasting energy and time holding on to the unchangeable facts, I might as well do something that makes me happy.

For example, draw a design draft that I like.

Life seems to be back on track, and correspondingly, the previous lifestyle has hardly changed.I began to work overtime frequently, staying up late every now and then, and sometimes staying up all night.To refresh myself or just to relax for a while, I have to drink a lot of coffee, and smoking has become my best partner at work.

Probably my bad luck has finally passed, and inspiration seems to favor me more than before, and it often rushes out in an inadvertent moment, so that I wish I could have an extra pair of hands to put those exciting ideas into practice immediately on paper.

As soon as I get busy, I forget the people and things around me that I also need to care about.Shen Yan is fine, he recently took on a new case and has to travel frequently, but Uncle Yun, I completely forgot that I promised to visit him.

Or one afternoon, William and the others kindly dragged him out of the office, went downstairs to smoke and drink coffee, and accidentally chatted with Uncle Li.This is the first time I've heard the story about him with my own ears.

Jason mentioned that their hometown is rich in precious medicinal materials, and somehow they talked about anecdotes and strange things.Uncle Li appeared in this way.When Jason said this, he acted like a storyteller, he just smashed the ashtray in his hand on the table, and then opened a pair of bluffing eyes and spoke.

It turned out that Uncle Li was really a gangster when he was young. It is said that he was a famous black second generation in their area. After he took power, he suffered a sudden change and escaped death. restaurant owner.

Probably Jason has a bit of a talent for storytelling, and the effect of the early Hong Kong police and gangster movies was brought out vividly. His cadences were ups and downs, and the faces of the listeners changed accordingly, until he ended with an indescribable sigh. , everyone exhaled a breath, and then fell silent.

I don't know how much the others believe in Uncle Li's story, but I do. At least I believe they must have had extraordinary experiences.

I believe it, but I don't want others to believe it.I took a puff of a cigarette and joked with Jason, saying that I didn't expect him to be a fan of 90s Hong Kong movies.

"Joe, don't you believe it?" He chuckled, "It's no wonder that Li Yaohui's name sounds familiar to you, too?"

Unexpectedly, everyone laughed, and Jason said that in their hometown, the gang-eating gang fight case shocked the whole country many years ago. Seeing that we were still laughing, he waved his hand as if giving up.

"Well, I know you don't believe me, but I did exaggerate a bit. But that incident did happen, and many people were killed and injured, and the newspapers have reported it. But Li Yaohui is more famous, you probably can't guess , he is the boss of Hei, and he is also the one, uh, you understand, the one..."

It seemed a bit strange for a few elders to talk about this in broad daylight, so everyone smiled knowingly, some smoked, and some drank coffee.

William is the youngest of us, and he usually has a lot of strange things in his head. At this time, he choked for a while, and then asked Jason in displeasure: "How can you hear such nonsense, is it also in the newspaper? Register this, is he a, a fellow?"

Jason looked at him, patted his shoulder meaningfully, and said, "Boy, go back and find a movie to fix."

Two days later, William slipped into my office during my lunch break and asked me if I had heard any strange rumors.

I was amused by his mysterious appearance, not to mention rumors, but also mysterious rumors, that is, the regular meeting of the boss, sometimes I am too lazy to listen and simply turn a deaf ear.

I leaned on the backrest and asked him what the rumors were, but he looked around my room cunningly, asked an inexplicable question, and said, "Brother Jing, you haven't been bugged in your room, have you?"

I sneered and asked him: "What are you pretending to be in your mind? Did you really listen to Jason and go back to watch the movie?"

"Don't laugh, I'm serious." He pulled away the chair opposite me and sat down, leaning half of his body on the desk, and asked me in a low voice, "Do you know what Alan told the boss before?"

"How would I know what they said."

However, William had a look of disbelief: "I really haven't heard of it?"

"Just say what you want, William, when did you become such a mother-in-law?"

Seeing that I was going crazy, William quickly moved a little closer and said, "He said you were the one too."

My heart skipped a beat: "Which one?"

William swallowed nervously: "That's what Jason said that day, the little boss..."

"How do you know that he told the boss this?" I resisted the sudden boredom in my heart, and asked William with a normal expression, "You are also in their 'meeting'?"

William shook his head: "I heard that some people said that he told the boss like this... Oh, he is already disgusting and selfish. You said that he can mess up everything just to have a relationship with the boss. Speak up."

It turned out to be a legend.But knowing that guy is so unpopular, I don't care so much about myself being implicated in it.

In fact, whether I am gay or not has nothing to do with other people anyway.

I slid the chair and looked out the glass window behind me, it was still raining, so I thought I didn't have to go out for lunch.I don't like the slimy feel.

Seeing that William was looking at me, I slid back and said to him with a smile: "If you don't hear this kind of thing with your own ears, just listen to what people say. There is no need to repeat it yourself."

"That's what I said..." William was a little hesitant to speak, and his eyes were evasive, obviously he had something to say but was hard to say.

I simply asked for him: "Do you want to ask me?"

His expression was the same as that day when he heard that Uncle Li was gay, bluntly showing his incomprehension on his face, he lowered his eyes in embarrassment, not daring to look at me.

"Are you, Brother Jing?"

I looked at his drooping eyebrows and said with a low smile, "You seem to be scared?"

Even William, the two of us are very close, but he doesn't accept it, so naturally I won't force him to listen to what he's actually afraid of hearing.

That day, after he was blushed by my question, he sat stiffly for a while, then made an excuse and left.

The Williams were not stupid, and were actually very smart.Even if I didn't say it clearly, he wouldn't be ignorant of what I meant.He originally wanted to ask me, but I threw him the question again, whether to accept it or not, or whether to be a brother with me, such a difficult question is indeed enough for him to think about it for many days away from my sight.

And I also had to ask for two days off because of some colds.