Part-time jobs need to be cautious

"Boss Yin, are you really going to introduce a job to my cousin?" Xu Meng frowned when he thought of Xu Qing: "He can't bear it. If you promise to find a job for him, he will always rely on you."

Yin Qinghui glanced at him while driving, curled his lips into a chuckle, and his subordinates skillfully turned the steering wheel to change lanes. The colorful lights at night reflected on his young and handsome face, showing a trace of evil in him, which was fleeting.

"It just so happened that a friend was recruiting, so I asked him to try it out." Thinking of Xu Qing's poor dressing style, he turned his mind and asked Xu Meng, "Do you want to buy some clothes for your brother? He is looking for a job. You have to change into something decent to wear."

His eyes darkened, and he seemed to add a few words inadvertently: "The temperature is about to cool down, and I also want to buy a batch of autumn clothes. You are about the same height and shape as your cousin. You can help him try the size."

Xu Meng was watching the news in the part-time job group, but when he heard Yin Qinghui's proposal, he was stunned and reflexively looked at the clothes he was wearing.

Is Mr. Yin implying that his clothes don't conform to the company's image?

"I usually buy clothes in this store. See if there is anything you like."

In Xu Meng's imagination, when he went shopping, Yin Qinghui was responsible for trying on different styles and giving advice. When he went home, he helped Mr. Yin carry the bag and followed behind him profusely. No matter how you think about it, this is what a perfect assistant should do.

But in fact, as soon as Xu Meng entered the men's clothing store, he was surrounded by sweetly smiling girls. They kept recommending sweet and handsome styles to Xu Meng. Adding a pair of dark blue jeans, Xu Meng was surrounded by everyone after he put them on, even Yin Qinghui stared at him for a long time.

"This is not suitable for the workplace..."

Xu Meng tugged at his clothes in embarrassment, his face flushed slightly, he stared at himself in the mirror who was getting redder and whiter, a little uncomfortable, Yin Qinghui behind him picked up the phone, turned on the continuous shooting mode, there were several clicks, the phone was perfect Xu Meng's embarrassed and distressed expression was restored.

"This set is packed, and other colors of vests are also needed." Yin Qinghui turned his eyes around, and then pointed to other styles hanging on the wall: "This one, this one, this one, and... The row over there, I want it all, I want the size he is wearing."

"Wait, Boss Yin, aren't you buying clothes for my cousin?" Xu Meng glanced at the label of the clothes on his body, and was startled. The simple vest on his body cost more than 1000, which is too expensive. Do you cherish animals?

He hurried back to the fitting room to change the clothes on his body, and when he got out of the fitting room, the clerk had already packed the few clothes Yin Qinghui wanted, and Yin Qinghui swiped his card and was signing the bill.

"Can't sign!"

Xu Meng snatched the bill, but Yin Qinghui's last stroke was crooked. Holding back his anger, he snatched the bill back blankly, and handed it to the clerk: "The clothes will be delivered to the address I gave you." Xu Meng, who was trembling, handed the VIP membership card to Yin Qinghui respectfully: "The points for this shopping have been credited to your account, and you can exchange them for new models next time."

No one paid attention to Xu Meng, and Yin Qinghui walked a few steps before realizing that Xu Meng hadn't followed, and fell back helplessly.

"Why are you losing your temper? I'm in a good mood and I just want to buy some clothes for my employees. Can you, a little assistant, satisfy your boss? I'll always get tired of seeing you wearing white shirts."

"Let's buy clothes for your cousin now, and go to your favorite cheap store, shall we?"

At the door of the store, Yin Qinghui squatted down and talked to Xu Meng, coaxing him: "Why are you still unhappy? Tell me?"

Xu Meng showed a somewhat bleak smile, somewhat reluctantly, looking at Yin Qinghui with pure and indifferent black eyes, as if trying to dig out his deepest thoughts.

"Mr. Yin, do you always think that the poor people's fussy look is ridiculous? They can generously take advantage of your food and drink, but they become hypocritical for a few clothes."

Yin Qinghui's pupils constricted heavily, but he didn't immediately deny it.

"I can't afford these clothes, I can't afford expensive restaurants. When I see gorgeous things, my first reaction is how much it costs. Then I look at my shriveled wallet, working hard and weak like a weak ant... "

"It's really unfair between people. You can spend a lot of money to buy a dozen or even hundreds of thousands of clothes, but I even have to bargain with the clerk to buy a coat."

"I know that I am poor because I have no ability and no vision to jump out of this class. When I graduate, I am afraid that I will also be an office worker who rushes to the subway and worries about how to pay next month's rent..."

Yin Qinghui sighed and hugged him into his arms, and an exclamation came from somewhere.

"I'll buy you some clothes, how can your little brain associate so many?"

"You just think I have a lot of money, and I'm a fool who has money and nowhere to spend it? Every day, besides going to work to make money, I still go to work to make money. I also worry about saving too much money and not being able to spend it."

Xu Meng was held in his arms and struggled a few times in vain.

"Let go of me first, someone is watching..."

"Have you calmed down? Do you want to go to the staff dormitory with me now?"

Xu Meng thought of his dirty and messy bed that had been ruined, and his sloppy cousin. He would rather sleep on the floor than share a bed with him, so he bit his lips and said hello in a low voice.

He is defeated.

The selfish nature of taking advantage of his bones prevailed, and he hesitated to look up at Yin Qinghui, who was watching him tenderly under the street lamp.

"Let's go."

He held Xu Meng's hand and walked in front. Xu Meng stared at their intertwined hands in a daze, always feeling that he was being dragged by him, sinking deeper and deeper.

He seemed to be relying more and more on this person. Whether it was work or life, he was more and more greedy for enjoyment, mindlessly accepting the help and various benefits he sent.

On the one hand, he couldn't help but spurn such a contradictory and selfish self, on the other hand, he was really happy with the changes that happened around him.

Xu Meng thought of the text message he had received before. He was sure that it was Yin Qinghui's private number. He solved the big trouble hanging over his head for him with just a few words. Why did Mr. Yin do this? He was playing a nurturing game ?Like the little prince with his roses?

"Here, get out of the car."

The car stopped, and Xu Meng's thoughts were still spinning on the roses, but when he looked up, he saw a huge rose manor.Although the best flowering period has passed, the wanton growth of roses still dotted the manor, the curved branches and leaves protruded from the iron gate, and the pink buds bloomed at Xu Meng's fingertips, revealing a small shy mouth.

Passing through the green tunnel, the poetic and picturesque atmosphere is replaced by a strong modern atmosphere.Yin Qinghui unlocked the door with voice control, and the smart housekeeper announced the indoor temperature and air quality, and turned on the air conditioner and humidifier under the owner's instruction.

Smart housekeeper @阴青辉: We detected a new guest, do we need to collect his voice and register his identity?

Yin Qinghui chuckled happily when he received the message on his mobile phone.

Yin Qinghui replied to the smart housekeeper: It needs to be collected and registered, register name, cuteness, identity, partner, and open all permissions to him.

"Good evening, Mengmeng. I'm Xiaoai, the smart housekeeper. I don't know where the bathroom and bedroom are. If you call Xiaoai, I'll answer you right away!"

"You can call Xiao Ai for anything, so don't disturb the sweet time of the masters!"

???

Xu Mengchao Yin Qinghui cast a puzzled look, what kind of artificial mental retardation is this?