The third option: I am uncle control

He opened his eyes and found that it had been raining lightly, so he smiled.

He likes the way the city looks after the rain, the ubiquitous plants look more fresh, the colorful sidewalks are slightly wet, and the leather shoes coming and going beat the busy but elegant rhythm. This is the morning of the CBD, which is orderly and full Opportunity and vitality.

Behind the busiest bus station is the office building, the silver-gray metal exterior looks more handsome after the rain.The man in the red jacket passed behind the huge advertisement at the bus station and entered the building.

There seemed to be an electric current passing through his back, and when the man turned his head away, the gray glass door of the hall had slid past silently behind him, isolating all the hustle and bustle.

The elevator quickly ascended to the 22nd floor, and the metal door slid silently, leading to the conference hall.The rest of the time here belongs to him.Watch the colorful slides, read the explanatory text, switch the screen one after another, pay attention to the thoughtful eyes of the audience, and ask short questions for answers.An hour passed quickly, after shaking hands, I went to the bathroom alone to rinse, and the task was completed.

His desk is clean, save for a black metal pen holder with a dozen recycled-paper pencils radiating toward the ceiling, and nothing else.Someone sent documents and express mail, read and confirmed them one by one, and approved them with a pencil.I have a free time in the afternoon, after finishing my official duties, I go to the next door to play billiards alone, and at the same time, I think about the meal in the evening.

In the evening, I still walked home, sweating a little.When I got home, I took a shower as usual, and when the hair was completely dry, the dishes were already in the pot.After the meal, leaning against the window sill of the bedroom, lighting a cigar, savoring the feeling of the west wind blowing over the clean skin.