Dad and uncle fight every day

"Daddy and Uncle Fight Everyday" Author: Yeyeji

Zhangchou: "Are you insane!"

Hu Jinran: "You're the fucking psycho!"

The policeman in charge of recording took a pen: "You two again! Tell me, what happened today? Last time you said you were robbing a girl to grab a booth, but this time it is possible to rob a man and grab a beer?"

Zhangchou/Hu Jinran: "Fuck you!"

Comrade policemen answered the phone: "Crooked? There are two troublemakers here! Drive a car and take them back!"

half a month later.

Hu Qianqian looked at her father and brought back a little lover again, her face was expressionless, and she planned to show her off.

But unexpectedly, the other party was a man.

Zhang Chou slapped Hu Jinran backhandedly: "How the hell did you raise a girl!"

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An extended chapter of fighting and fighting, writing a irascible old Gong for the sassy Zhangchou in "Oops", and raising a daughter as a bonus.

一

The first time Zhangchou saw Hu Jinran was at the counter of the bar.

At that time, he couldn't write the code, and he squatted in the bar with his computer in his arms every day, relying on the stimulation of alcohol and the dazzling lights, frantically searching for information in his brain.

The boss of the technical department said that in the future, we should install a disco lantern in the office, and buy a small refrigerator and several cases of cold beer.The bar is in a mess, maybe he drank too much and made a mistake in the note, so he has to drag it back and continue to change it.

But the matter of installing lanterns was directly dismissed by the president. The president said that you are a bunch of scumbags. You smoke and perm your hair and don’t take a shower. What if people report me!

That's right, after all, a serious company suddenly engages in disco at night, playing all kinds of earthy music, and people may be suspected of gathering people in the office to take drugs and dance square dances.

No matter what you scold, the president is quite humane. He installed a relaxation room on the side. If someone really broke down, he would go in. Inside, there are only three layers of soundproof foam. If there is no camera and headlights, who will know you when the door is locked? What to play in it.

At the beginning, everyone drew lots and lined up in the relaxation room. They were so excited that they wanted to squat in and think about life to relax their souls. But as time went by, a group of people sat there writing code and chatting sarcasm.

So later the relaxation room became a storage room for snacks. The last time the president wanted to go in on a whim to see if the room was being used. When the door opened, good guy, potato chips and spicy sticks are considered pediatrics. Hot pot, there is actually a masturbation cup in the corner, and "Eighth Brother" is written on the masturbation cup with a marker. I'm afraid it's not while eating self-heating hot pot.

The CEO was very angry: "You are still fucking the eighth elder brother?! Why don't you just slam your head against the wall and go back to become Yongzheng!"

So that month, the technical department's score was unprecedentedly low, and I'm afraid the year-end bonus was at the bottom again.The president ordered the rectification as soon as possible, with a strict and rigorous style.

Of course Zhangchou agreed with both hands, and then he carried his bag and computer to bars, nightclubs, and nightclubs as soon as he got off work.

Every time Zhangchou went there, he brought a 15-yuan bag of Baisha, and threw it to the bar owner to ask him to find a private seat. There was no one around, and it was best to be close to the Wi-Fi.

After all, everyone came to the bar to find excitement, and they didn't come here to order a cocktail with the lowest strength like Zhang Qiu, so as to experience the world of mortals.

The boss leaned over to take a look, good guy, he knows all kinds of English words if and or, and he can't help but have the highest respect for Zhangchou: "Young man is studying so hard! It's not easy!"

Zhangchou scratched his head: "Drinking and dancing to find excitement, how can writing code be more enjoyable."

As a result, in the largest local bar, a young man who was holding a computer, wearing earphones, drinking a cocktail and writing code in tears, began to spread the legend.

Hu Jinran was pushed to the bar that day, the lights inside irritated his eyes, so he put on sunglasses for himself.

The little girl who sells wine next to him couldn't help laughing when she saw him like an erhu player. Then the boss took a look and quickly pushed the little girl down.

This person... looks familiar!

Yes, as the city's nightclub tycoon, Hu Jinran has dozens of nightclubs and KTVs under his name, and chains in many places outside the city.

The boss rubbed his hands, not knowing why Xiaodi was attracted by Boss Hu, so he went to try to get close with him in a nervous mood.

When Hu Jinran passed by a few days ago, he saw that there were quite a lot of cars parked in front of the bar, so he thought about entering the bar himself.There are too many KTVs in nightclubs, and I see the police every day, and they are always anti-pornography and anti-illegal.Today was also a coincidence, the person who brought him in didn't even order a glass of wine, answered two phone calls saying that he was busy, left him and left, only Hu Jinran was left.

Hu Jinran looked at Fu Rong Wang, who was handed over by the boss, and shook his head. He couldn't help but look up at him. No wonder he succeeded. He even recognized him even though he was traveling in plain clothes. This business can be done well.

He pointed to the "No Smoking in Public Places" warning sign on the wall and said, "Let's take a look, I quit recently."

The boss rolled his eyes, and quickly put the whole cigarette pack back into his pocket: "Boss Hu is here, I have to show something, it's a pity that it's not convenient for me to smoke."

Hu Jinran responded and told him not to follow, just come in and have a drink and then go back.He looked at the place, and found that the decoration was passable, but the lights were really dazzling. In the future, if you open a bar yourself, you must think about the lighting layout.

He avoided the waving arms of the crowd, found an open space and sat down with Erlang's legs crossed, when he noticed Zhangchou.Zhang Chou was wearing earphones and a hat, sipping wine with a straw in his mouth, and typing frantically, Hu Jin suddenly stood up and walked over to him to have a look.

Good guy, I'm writing code with tears in my eyes, I'm afraid I was kicked out by some company nearby.

In fact, Zhangchou was purely because of being flashed. He forgot to wear glasses today, so he could only write while crying.

Hu Jinran looked at it for a long time: "What are you writing here?"

Zhang Chou didn't respond when he was wearing earphones, but Hu Jinran had a big temper and couldn't help but pat him on the head: "What about you, what are you writing?"

Zhangchou turned his head and took off his earphones: "What are you doing?"

He couldn't quite hear what the other party said, tilted his head and guessed that he probably wanted his position: "You want this place? I'll move it for you."

Then Zhangchou picked up his bag and computer very naturally, and moved half a seat to the side, thinking that this person is not fat, why should he have such a big seat, it's strange.

He didn't expect that Hu Jinran had his eyes on him.

In fact, Zhangchou's appearance is not bad, but he hasn't seen the light for a long time, he looks a little pale, and he likes to buy one size up for clothes, so that he can wear them for a longer time, just like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

Hu Jinran looked at the person who took the initiative to move away, and probably guessed that the person made a mistake, but seeing that the person wrote a code and was still crying, he thought he came to the bar to manipulate the character design, pretending to be a strong working beauty, and thought about his own nightclub Do you have this one?

After Hu Jinran finished thinking, she couldn't help bombarding the secretary on WeChat.

Hu Jinran: Xiao He, do we have such academic and intellectual types in our nightclub?

The male secretary, Xiao He, was sucking instant noodles with his big arms bare, quickly put down the noodles in his hand, and went to help the boss check the types of girls who accompany wine in various branches.

Xiao He: Yes, boss, do you need it?

Hu Jinran: Check their education background, do they have a bachelor's degree?There is no full undergraduate course.

Xiao He: Boss, why is it so sudden?Didn't we just look at the beauty and not the academic qualifications before?

Hu Jinran: I think people still need to read more books.I'm in a bar now, and I saw a little beauty writing code, and this person's design is perfect.The quality of our little girls should also keep up. Those few masters set up, don’t rest during the day and don’t go shopping if you don’t have a bachelor’s degree. Give me an adult self-examination. I'm out.

Xiao He was silent for a while: Boss, can I ask?What motivates you?

Hu Jinran: Haven't I been interviewed too much lately? People say I'm not in compliance with this or that, and they want me to supervise and investigate more.I thought about it for a while, and the key problem still lies with us.Forget about graduating from junior high school, those who have graduated from high school must seize the time to recharge and study hard.

Xiao He is very excited, the boss will work hard to contribute to the company regardless of his own night life, if he does not make money, who will make money? !

Xiao He: Good boss, I will check tomorrow.I'll report back to you when I'm done.

Hu Jinran was very satisfied: OK, anyway, we must study hard.

After getting through with Xiao He, Hu Jinran felt that it would be very rewarding to come and have a look tonight. He sat next to Zhang Qiu, and then asked the wine seller to get a draft beer first.

After the draft beer went down, Hu Jinran watched Zhang Chou hiccup, and his words began to be indifferent: "Come on, it's too much to pretend."

At this time, Zhang Qiu had just finished writing a piece of code that he thought was perfect. He took off his earphones, and when he heard Hu Jinran talking to him, he blinked: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

two,

Zhangchou tilted his head and thought, this brother may have drunk too much.

Drunk people cannot communicate rationally, so Zhang Chou thought for a while and asked him, "Brother, are you drinking too much? How about calling an ambulance for you? You will be sent to the hospital for a stomach wash soon."

Hu Jinran hated people for underestimating his drinking capacity, so he bared his teeth and stretched out his legs in front of Zhang Qiu: "Who can get drunk with that little horse urine? Little sister, give me another two pricks."