Flying the boss is not easy

There was a sound of footsteps coming from behind Wan Hansong, and he didn't look back, pretending to be playing with his mobile phone.When that person happened to walk up to him, he immediately put his phone away and stood up, stretching out his hand: "Mr. Song Hai, I saw that you are recruiting..."

I can’t make up the official words. Those words are usually for some middle-aged leaders. The person in front of me is white T and black pants. He looks young, but his whole person is like roasted tea leaves. People feel that he is very reassuring in his work.

Wan Hansong thought it was the boss's son, so he asked, "Where is the boss?"

The man shook hands with him and sat opposite him: "I am the boss." At the end he added, "My name is Song Haicha."

...It turns out that he made a mistake in the sentence. The name at the door should be: Song Haicha, Ye.

Looking at the looming chest muscles under the white T-shirt of the future boss, Wan Hansong secretly disliked himself for not living up to expectations.

Song Haicha looked at the file bag in Wan Hansong's hand, and then at him.

Wan Hansong hurriedly handed him the file bag: "This is my resume, please take a look first."

Song Haicha flipped through it. In fact, he didn't care what company he worked for or what contributions he made.He is in the tea business, which is different from those companies Wan Hansong worked for, and his contributions can also be exaggerated and faked. The only thing that attracted him was the words of graduating from C University.

In the city, Wan Hansong's academic qualifications are not a big deal, and people who have graduated from graduate school and Ph.D. are much better than him, but here, he is considered a rare talent.

After Song Haicha graduated from high school, he came out to sell tea directly. He didn't even bother to go to a junior college to get a diploma. It took him ten years to get to this point in the tea business.But recently he has begun to realize the limitations of his own culture. If he continues to do this by himself, it will be difficult to expand his business.

But there are no such good recruits for high-achieving students. Basically, everyone wants to go to a big city to develop. Who wants to come to a small place?

It's good now, there is nowhere to look for when you break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it.Originally, I just wanted to recruit logistics, but the bird Wan Hansong came directly.

To be on the safe side, Song Haicha returned the resume to Wan Hansong: "That's right, we are just a small place here, and the salary is definitely not as good as the company you worked for before. The monthly salary... [-], can you accept it?"

four thousand?

Wan Hansong couldn't help but feel sorry for himself. It turned out that he was also a small white-collar worker with an annual salary of 20 yuan... He comforted himself: Forget it, anyway, the work here is easy, there is food and housing, and there is a good-looking boss, so pleasing to the eye .

Think about my previous work situation: Smiling faces cater to the company's leaders, Hengmei coldly treats trivial matters in life, can't eat or sleep all day long, and life is like going to the execution ground.

Wan Hansong made up his mind: "OK!"

Song Haicha called someone to print out a contract, and then took Wan Hansong to choose a dormitory: "Our place is small, and everyone has to do a little bit of work except for technical work. You are responsible for purchasing ingredients first, and I will do it later." I will take you around to get familiar with it, so I can give some advice on expanding the business.”

Wan Hansong chose one at random, and after Song Haicha handed him the key, he asked Lao Wei to take him to the vegetable market to familiarize himself with the purchasing process.

Not long after, Lao Wei arrived in a medium-sized tricycle, and he wiped his gray stubble: "Young man, come up!"

Wan Hansong looked at the flamboyant red tricycle and climbed up with complicated emotions. There was also a small bench in the compartment.

I have to say, sitting on this tricycle...it's quite cool!Wan Hansong regretted that he didn't have long hair.

When he arrived at the vegetable market, Wan Hansong finally understood why the salary of [-] was quite high.

Lao Wei was bargaining with the aunt in the vegetable market: "What? Winter melon fifty cents a catty? Why don't you grab it! Two cents! If there's more, I'll go buy it elsewhere!"

The aunt shouted at the top of her voice: "Two horns? Then I don't even have a foundation! Four horns! Can't be less!"

After a bit of haggling, the deal was finally settled at three cents per catty. Lao Wei stood outside the stall and said, "Give me another handful of green onions, you see we bought so many!"

"Okay, okay!" Then, the aunt took a large handful of chopped green onions and stuffed them into a plastic bag.

Wan Hansong was dumbfounded, what a skill!

I bought a large cart full of vegetables without even spending 500 yuan.There was no room for Wan Hansong in the carriage, so he sat next to Lao Wei.

"Wait!" Wan Hansong remembered that he was going to visit the grave today, "Old Wei, wait for me, I'll go shopping!"

Old Wei stopped the car: "I'll be waiting for you at the gate of the Supermarket!"

Wan Hansong found Ai Laowu's funeral supplies store based on his memory. An old man with black glasses set up a small table on the left side of the store entrance. There were red paper brushes and ink on the table. It should be a fortune teller.

This store has been open for more than 20 years. When he was young, it was his nightmare, and he would pass by here every day to school.

Wan Hansong carefully avoided the two large dusty wreaths placed at the door, and walked in.

Ai Laowu asked listlessly: "What do you want?"

"Four pairs of red candles, two big and two small, two pairs of joss sticks, and two catties of paper."

Ai Laowu said: "That's all? You don't want to take more?"

"What's there? You introduce me."

Ai Laowu pointed to the glass cabinet against which he was leaning, and asked him to choose it himself.

Wan Hansong was only looking at the things posted on the wall just now, but he didn't notice that he was leaning on a bunch of valuables: sports cars, villas, and a bunch of Chinese banquets, and there were a few iPhones on the far side!

Wan Hansong pointed to the phone and asked: "If these things are burned, will my ancestors understand how to use them?"

Ai Laowu stretched his waist: "We have high-level talents in the world, but there are no other places in the underworld? Besides, the ancestors didn't enjoy these things when they were alive, and we who are juniors should be burned by others."

Wan Hansong felt a little funny, bought everything, and finally thought that his grandparents couldn't drive, so he asked Ai Laowu to hire a driver.

Both hands were full of things, Wan Hansong walked out cautiously again, just a few steps away, the fortune-teller old man at the door stopped him: "Young man, do you want to come for a fortune-telling? I'm going to close the stall, so I won't accept you." money."

The former boss of the company was a bit superstitious, so he invited a master to look at the company's feng shui from time to time, and sometimes even took all the staff to burn incense on weekdays.

Under the influence of this kind of atmosphere, Wan Hansong is also a bit superstitious, but he used to believe in constellations, and he thought to himself: OK, what I read before was all western superstitions, today I will try this eastern superstition!

So, Wan Hansong disobeyed Marx and ran to sit down in front of the old man with black glasses. The old man showed him his palm and asked him his birth date. symbol, humming a Divine Comedy with unknown tune.

Not long after, the old man put down his brush and said, "You have a mole in a special position on your body. Not many people know about this mole."

Wan Hansong nodded: "I have a not-so-small mole on the inner side of my right thigh." It's a routine, and basically all fortune tellers say this.

The old man said again: "You recently received a sum of money, which is quite large."

Wan Hansong thought to himself: This is right, didn't he win 500 million recently?

"And the roof of your house is not flat recently."

allow!His house just collapsed this morning!

At this point, Wan Hansong basically believed him, and he excitedly grabbed the old man's hand: "Master! Master! Please help me figure out how my marriage will be!"

Help me figure out if I can have an office romance!The flesh of the boss is so charming!

"Ahem," the old man withdrew his hand, "The secret must not be leaked, the old man can only tell you, it will come naturally!"

After finishing speaking, the old man began to pack his things, Wan Hansong chased after him and asked, "Master! Master, just leak it! Master!"

In the end, the old man turned into an alley without saying anything.

Wan Hansong looked at the direction the old man was leaving, and left disappointed.

In the alley, the old man was leaning against the wall, looking at Wan Hansong's back, the wrinkles on his forehead formed a "亖" character.

This child, why is he so ignorant of the rules!Give me something extraneous, won't you be able to reveal the secret of heaven!

Back in the factory, Wan Hansong first helped put the vegetables in the refrigerator, and then went to carry the luggage.

At noon, I ate the food in the cafeteria. Wan Hansong sighed while planing the rice: "It's delicious! It's so delicious!" Even the big pot rice is so delicious!

Wan Hansong, who has been working for several years, is deeply poisoned by takeaway food. He consumes a lot of salt and oil every day. He eats takeaway food in a radius of ten miles, but he still inevitably eats it repeatedly.His own craftsmanship is not very good, he can only feed himself, but he can't improve his food.

After eating and drinking enough, Wan Hansong wiped his mouth with satisfaction, thinking that he must get to know the chef who cooks, and see if he can steal the master by the way, so that he can make something by himself after resigning.

He ran to the back kitchen and saw two fair and pretty girls, he asked, "Is the cook here?"

The two girls looked at each other and said with a smile, "We just cook."

...Why do you always get slapped in the face today, and these two girls are too wasteful to put in the back kitchen!

Wan Hansong scratched his head in embarrassment: "You guys cook delicious food."

They laughed again, seeing the handsome young man was something to be happy about. One of them said, "Thank you, my name is Li Yun, and her name is Chen Ling. Just call me Xiao Li."

Wan Hansong remembered that the one with long eyes was called Li Yun, and the one with round eyes was called Chen Ling.

He said: "Xiao Li and Xiao Chen, you...you work hard! I am the new logistics director, Wan Hansong, work hard!"

After Wan Hansong finished speaking, he left, leaving Xiao Li and Xiao Chen standing there with wide-eyed eyes: This logistics director is too young!

In the evening, people came to sell flowers one after another, and Lao Wei wrote on the small blackboard: Today's flower price is 23.

Lao Wei was in charge of selling flowers and keeping accounts, and he was a little too busy, so Wan Hansong came to help him.

While pawing at the flowers, he asked, "How do you price these flowers?" After speaking, he grabbed a bunch of them and put them on the tip of his nose to smell them.

In the past, his grandparents were busy with these things. They kept him concentrating on studying at home and refused to let him come out to help.

He remembered that his grandfather grabbed Wan Hansong with his calloused hands and said, "You will not do farm work in the future, so you don't need to understand these things. You should take root in a big city!"

But in the end, Wan Hansong still followed his heart and came back.

After testing the scale, Lao Wei said, "You intellectual, you have never done farm work, have you?"

Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one around, Lao Wei explained to Wan Hansong how to pick the flowers, how to set the price, and so on.

Jasmine tea is a very important kind of scented tea, and it is also an important source of economy for the factory.

Picking jasmine flowers is very particular: the flowers that have already bloomed cannot be picked, and the bones are still green. Only the white bones can be picked, so that the aroma can stay in the tea.

After picking, you need to ask someone to do some basic processing, which is called "pruning flowers": if it is sunny, you need to pinch most of the stems, leaving only a bone and a little stem, which is called "retaining flowers". ; If it is rainy, the petals need to be torn apart, which is called "tearing in pairs".

In sunny days, the price is higher. In rainy days, the flowers will be heavy because of the rain, and the quality of the bones is not good, so the price is cheaper. The more it rains, the lower the price.

At 05:30, the number of flower sellers gradually increased, and some industrious villagers would weigh some flowers and pick them up after selling them.

Suddenly, Wan Hansong saw a familiar figure in the crowd, it was an old man with black glasses!

Wan Hansong greeted him enthusiastically, and took a big bag of flowers from his hand: "Master! You also pick jasmine flowers part-time!"

The old man was extremely embarrassed. In fact, his main job was picking flowers, and his side job was fortune-telling...

The author has something to say:

I checked the results of the fourth level today, 408, so sad. . . .Although I didn't have any hope, but it's really sad to be only ten points away!