Chapter 22 The Great Weapon [Please read, monthly ticket]

Work is just like applause. Every time it comes to the end, you can always squeeze out all the remaining energy.

In the last part of the work, everyone worked hard and completed it quickly without sparing any effort. Then it was as if all their strength had been drained and no one was too lazy to touch their notebooks anymore.

With a tired smile, Lao Wang, who had worked the hardest, even just lay down in this place and fell asleep. Even if he pressed it once a day, he could not reduce his fatigue.

At the very beginning, Fat Brother was chatting with his technician, asking him when he debuted, where he was from, and what his monthly salary was like.

Later, I stopped talking and exhausted too much mental energy. It was like a chain reaction, and my body also became exhausted.

Song Ci felt very tired these past few days. He had to help type code, check bugs, and do whatever work he could. If it weren't for the huge overtime pay offered by his boss, Song Ci would have run away.

I came out to relax, not 007.

In short, he still realized deeply that you don't have to love money, but you can't live without it. It costs one and a half yuan to buy a steamed bun, let alone the poems and distant places he wants to visit.

"It's finally done!" Song Ci yawned and rubbed his messy hair.

Can you please stop asking these weird questions?

I’m so ashamed of myself.

Fat Brother didn’t know which tendon was wrong, so he directly started a video.

Stir-fried, steamed, deep-fried, and various late-night snacks are spread from house to house, spreading down the street. All kinds of smells will never stop intruding on you along the way.

Carrying my notebook and bag, I walked into the small street. There were many late-night snack stalls. The meat tumbling on the grill was sizzling with oil, and the aroma of roasted spices penetrated my nose.

In this city, he felt that he still had an anchor point.

Several people:"."

Old Wu lowered his head and sighed slightly.

I don’t know how much money the boss can make, but the money spent on them is indeed a lot.

The boss is still so particular.

Even in that small rental house, there was still someone he could care about occasionally, at least it wasn't Wu Genzhi Ping. Although the words were a bit far-fetched, for him, it was okay.

Several other colleagues also looked at him dumbfounded.

He doesn't care about whether others can bear it or not. Although he is used to this kind of discrimination, he is still a little resistant to it. He has known since he was in junior high school that those who are different will always be excluded. He is the one who is excluded, and he can't even go to the toilet.

People want to be with him.

During these busy days, Song Ci watched Brother Wang typing on the keyboard several times and fell asleep from sleep. Just for a moment, he fell asleep. Song Ci even tried Brother Wang's breathing for the first time.

Hard work is hard work, and one thing Song Ci admires about her very much is that Tang Shi can really endure hardship, and does not complain about life, but faces life with an optimistic and positive attitude.

grudge!

"Xiao Song, your girlfriend is not in a mood, is she afraid of being beaten?" Mingge Kukuku smiled.

"I'm finally back." Song Ci stood at the entrance of the alley in front of the small courtyard. There was an aunt selling socks at the place where Tang poetry usually had a stall. Tang poetry did not have a stall today.

Food, beauty, and beauties are all things you cannot live up to. You can have many of the former, but you can only have one of the latter.

Originally, if it were not closed, Song Ci felt that it could go further. At least, there should be something extra.

After taking a taxi, Song Ci sat in the back seat, watching the lights of the city come on, and those unfamiliar buildings and streets passing by in front of his eyes.

Song Ci felt sour when he heard it, but the boss paid him the money.

This little episode passed quickly, and everyone began to soak in the hot springs wholeheartedly, making a tacit agreement not to mention it again.

The fat brother was embarrassed and asked her to remember to eat, then threw the phone aside.

After coming back to his senses, Song Ci pointed to a location, paid to get out of the car, and said thank you.

"My partner didn't say anything. I explained it to her in advance." Song Ci said, "I'm done with my work. I'll take a good rest these days."

After they had eaten and drank enough, everyone greeted each other a few words and then dispersed. It was not their technical positions that had to work overtime, but the service positions. Song Ci could at least rest.

I was really full after eating in the hotel, otherwise Song Ci would have bought some to satisfy my cravings.

She usually sells green plants once every few days, and then also sells other products. She is busy making money, doing whatever she wants to make money, but she didn't listen to her to unload the goods.

If we are going to be closed down next time, we won’t stay in the same room with them.

Song Ci ate a grouper alone, while the others just ate their vegetables and occasionally had a drink. The atmosphere was relaxed but their hands were tense.

"Fat man, are you seriously ill? Believe it or not, I will perform another surgery on you and uproot you." Sister Ge's roar came from the voice that had just been sent.

Now Song Ci looks a bit like a programmer, with messy hair, listless face, and a little bit of dark circles under his eyes.

After soaking for a long time, Song Ci felt that his skin was wrinkled, so everyone stood up and returned to the dressing room to change clothes.

After arriving at the hotel, everyone went to take a bath in the hot springs.

"It's all hard food. Eat and drink enough. We have worked hard these days. The development allowance will be in place tonight." The boss held up the cup and everyone drank one together.

A table of delicious food really looks delicious. The boss pays attention to details and does things that ordinary people can't find fault with. He has a very high emotional intelligence, which is about the same as their IQ.

The people he met were all job seekers, and Song Ci felt that he had been assimilated.

"It's okay, I just wish I didn't buy tights." Song Ci quickly dressed and was the first to leave the dressing room.

Needless to say, Brother Wang also has this money, and even Brother Wang's insurance is the highest in the company, just because he is the oldest, and the boss has also made plans ahead of time.

"Xiao Song, is it inconvenient?" Lao Wang asked.

Song Ci: "."

"Wo Cao, Xiao Song, are you lying?" Lao Wang stared at Song Ci in shock.

After almost resting, everyone started to pack their things. The boss had arranged a table of delicious food. After eating, everyone went back to their homes.

The fat brother pushed him and told him not to be so perverted. It wasn't like he didn't. He wanted to see if he could go home and study his own.

Ding, got hung up.

If there is nothing more to say, I will start using my chopsticks.

"Fat boy, tell Ge Ge not to fall asleep while soaking in the hot spring. We will have dinner later." Mr. Yuan arranged.

Song Ci had just arrived at the big iron gate and could clearly see the small courtyard. He glanced at the courtyard from the corner of his eye and happened to see that familiar shadow.

Sleep soundly, in darkness.

If you don't want to go to the sea, just go ashore.

Mainly the snoring of Brother Fat and Brother Wang, which was like thunder. There was a sound when they exhaled and there was a sound when they gasped. Every night when the two of them snored one after another, they heard the sound of frogs. It was like a kind of sound.

torture.

Song Ci sat in the soup pool, put his hands flat, let the hot water submerge up to his neck, and snorted comfortably.

"It's true or false! The standby state is so unscientific." Brother Ming muttered to himself.

While Song Ci was still thinking about his own affairs along the way, the taxi driver was already asking him which place was better.

This is Song Ci's biggest idea, to recuperate. The consumption of these few days is like a honeymoon, and it is too late to make up for it.

"You can arrange your own rest time. Spend more time with your partner these days. If you have any emotions, just comfort him." The fat brother leaned on the chair and replied: "The boss will give you more overtime pay, which is considered to be your partner.

apology fee.”

Every night, he would chat with Tang Shi. Although he was a little dry, he was still chatting. Song Ci didn't want to consume the feeling he had last time, but he had to admit that it did consume some.

During the meal, Song Ci still didn't drink. He was a well-known double standard. So far, he had only drank with Tang Shi, not counting Liu Piaopiao.

At that moment, Song Ci felt that his heart seemed to have settled down.

Just like a ship seeing a lighthouse, no matter how strange this city is, there is still a different person.

Unable to help himself, Song Ci laughed quietly.

Sorry everyone, I fell asleep in the last half hour yesterday.
Chapter completed!