Flying the boss is not easy

Back in the room, Wan Hansong hastily turned on the air conditioner. What Lao Wei said just now made him break out in a cold sweat, and his heartbeat has not returned to its regularity until now.

"Is what Lao Wei said true?" Wan Hansong walked up to Song Haicha and asked eagerly.

"I don't know," said the shirt that had been taken off and held it tightly in his hand, revealing a good view of his upper body. "In the past, news often came out, but it was never said to be true."

Wan Hansong took the clothes from Song Haicha's hands and threw them beside the bed: "Has this happened before?"

Song Haicha touched the top of his head twice, and the feeling of the stubble on the palm of his hand made him clear his head: "Yes, it has been passed on many times. I will ask them tomorrow to see if there is any accurate news."

For the people who live here, it is of course a good thing to be detected. It means that a large piece of land in their hands that needs their labor can be sold, and they can also be sold at a good price. If you are lucky, your home is far away from the mountains. Those who live near or on the mountain can even get a demolition payment.

This is money that people who have been farming for generations may not necessarily be able to earn in their entire lives.

But for Song Haicha and other people in the tea business who rely on the tea mountain for food, this is undoubtedly too big a bad news.

Once the land is contracted, the tea leaves all over the mountain will be useless, and the most important raw materials will be gone. How can the business continue?It would cost a lot of money to find a place to open up the tea mountain, and they needed to hire people. These are not easy things to do. Even if they have sufficient funds now, it would be extremely troublesome to start all over again.

More and more people know that oil has been detected here, and the spread is getting more and more outrageous.

This was expected by Wan Hansong. In a small town like theirs, a girl with a stomachache on the street can turn into an unexpected pregnancy and abortion for the little girl. After all, people who tell gossip always like to exaggerate things, so that To achieve the purpose of paying more attention to yourself, even if this attention is fleeting.

Those who felt that they might be classified as demolition spread everywhere that if they got the demolition money, they could go to the city to buy a house, and they would no longer have to suffer in the countryside.People who feel hopeless often gag their mouths, what good is there in the city?The door is closed and the neighbors don't even know who lives there, so there is no rural human touch.

Sometimes when Wan Hansong went shopping on the street, he would be asked by some idlers, "If this is true, what about Songhai Tea Industry?"

Although they hid it well, Wan Hansong still saw complacency and gloating in their eyes.This is also normal, Song Haicha, as one of the few young and promising people here, will definitely be jealous.

But these people never dared to confront Song Haicha head-on. Since Wan Hansong had a relatively high position in Song Hai Tea Industry, these people were able to insinuate something from Wan Hansong's mouth, so that they could go back and polish it as a new topic of conversation.

When encountering such a situation, Wan Hansong always pretended not to care and said: "Very well, why are you asking these questions? Don't worry, if something happens to Song Hai Tea Industry, where should you sell your tea and flowers? For your boss's sake." It will work well.”

I didn't get what I wanted, and I was reminded of where I was. Every time these people could only run away in despair.

In the office, there was a cup of tea on Song Haicha's table, it was completely cold, but he hadn't taken a sip yet.

There was a knock on the door, and his thoughts were pulled back, and he said seriously, "Come in."

Seeing that it was Wan Hansong who came, his eyes softened a bit: "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? Is there any news?"

Wan Hansong touched the cup, but it was cool, the ice felt comfortable on his skin, he picked it up and was about to drink it, but was stopped by Song Haicha.

"How can you drink cold tea, wait for me to pour you a cup."

After speaking, Song Haicha got up from the chair, while Wan Hansong fell straight on the chair.

There was another knock on the door, but Song Haicha didn't turn his head back: "Come in."

Accountant Zhao, who had just entered the door, saw this scene. The boss was boiling water and pouring tea, while Wan Hansong, a part-time worker, was sitting loudly on the boss' chair.

She decided she needed a new pair of glasses.

Wan Hansong quickly slid off the stool: "Oh, boss, there is something wrong with this chair, please replace it with a new one."

Then he raised his chin and motioned to accountant Zhao: "I just talked to the boss, and he kept saying that the chair didn't feel right, so I'll try it."

Song Haicha had already poured the tea at this time, and gave accountant Zhao and Wan Hansong a cup each.

Wan Hansong's acting skills exploded: "Boss listen to me, you must get a new one. I'm rough, and I'm fine if I fell twice. If you fall, it will affect our future."

Accountant Zhao was listening to Wan Hansong's words. He could understand every single word, but she felt a little strange if they were strung together.

Before she could react, Wan Hansong was already planning to run away, and he put the cup on the table: "Talk about things slowly, I still have work to go!"

He closed the door and leaned against the wall to keep himself from falling.

It was so dangerous that someone almost discovered him. From just now until now, his legs have been weak. Who knows how much perseverance he used to get out of the door.

Accountant Zhao was absent-minded when reporting work. No matter from appearance or experience, Song Haicha should be the rough one. He has been tinkering with tea for more than ten years. , I stayed in school for so long, and I have been working in the office after graduation. From the beginning to the end, I wrote two words: exquisite.

In the evening, Wan Hansong asked a question that he hadn't asked during the day: "So is the news true or false?"

Song Haicha shook his head: "Not very optimistic. My friends can't tell the reason. There's no telling whether it's true or not."

"Don't panic," Wan Hansong comforted, holding Song Haicha's chopstick-holding hands, "Don't believe anything until the official news comes out."

Song Haicha stared at Wan Hansong, and said strangely, "I'm not panicking."

"what?"

"Why should I panic? China is so big, and it's not only here that there are tea leaves, there are many around here, so it's over if you find another place?"

His expression was too serious, Wan Hansong couldn't tell whether he was comforting himself or really didn't care.

Easy to say, just start over.But there is always a regular buyer in every place, and a new buyer pops up suddenly. It is clear that he wants to compete with him for a job. He has no connections, and he will be run out. If he finds someone to make trouble again, he will be ruined It's a matter of time.

It would be better for Wan Han to let go, and he didn't know how to answer the words, so he could only say "oh" blankly.

Wan Hansong's appearance seemed to please Song Haicha. He stroked Wan Hansong's hair and pinched his face: "Eat quickly, there are things to do later."

Song Haicha's words were too suggestive, even though Wan Hansong was used to talking nonsense, he still couldn't help but blush and focused on cooking.

Looking at the red tips of the ears, Song Haicha only felt warm in his heart, and nothing else mattered.

Even though the oil issue was discussed in full swing in the whole town, it still couldn't stop Song Haicha's interest in Song Yang's achievements.

When it was time to check the results of the college entrance examination, Song Haicha asked Wan Hansong to prepare all his computers and mobile phones, and be ready to enter the website at any time.

Wan Hansong was lazy and indifferent to what Song Haicha ordered.Song Haicha hadn't noticed that his wife's vinegar jar had been knocked over, and was still staring at the screen nervously.

After the results came out, Song Haicha let out a long breath, feeling exhausted after nervousness.

Wan Hansong glanced at it: "Yes, according to the situation in previous years, 985 is not a problem."

Song Haicha put his arms around Wan Hansong's waist, and rubbed his head against his neck. The warm breath made Wan Hansong's skin crawl.

He pushed Song Haicha away: "Go away, do you think of me now?"

"Didn't I always think about you?" Song Haicha felt baffled, "I just told you to prepare a computer and mobile phone to help Song Yang check his grades."

It's okay not to mention this matter, but Wan Hansong is even more angry when he mentions it. Song Haicha has never been so nervous about him!

He didn't last long in his petty emotions, and was dragged to the bed by Song Haicha, and he was tossed so badly that he didn't know where he was.

After knowing his grades, Song Yang completely liberated himself, packed his luggage and went on a trip with his friends. The speed was so fast that Wan Hansong didn't remember to ask Lu Wenwen if he had gone.

However, after Song Yang graduated, he and Song Haicha Wan Hansong probably only spend about [-] days a year together.Originally, there were fewer holidays, and people had to go back to see their parents.

After Song Yang left, Song Haicha would sometimes be in a daze by himself, staring at a certain corner and doing nothing.

"Why, seeing the child I raised so hard go away, are you reluctant?"

"A little bit," Song Haicha replied truthfully, "After taking care of it for so long, I still got my feelings out of it."

Wan Hansong took advantage of Song Yang: "It's a good thing for children to grow up, and it will be easier for us adults."

Song Haicha turned his head, just in time to meet Wan Hansong's eyes full of love, and he pressed him into his arms.

Even the child is raised with me, so people must not run away in the future.

The author has something to say:

It’s actually below 3000 today, I’m so reconciled, but I really can’t write it!