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4 Shit down the stove

Staring at the black screen of 6300, Wang Yifan was stunned for a long time.

He was constantly confirming whether everything that had just happened was real or just a dream that he had returned to before getting up.

But 6300 is faintly hot and cannot be faked!

He opened the back cover of the 6300 and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was quite impressive that the bulging battery could last so long after being charged overnight!

More or less unwilling to do so, he plugged in the charger. The knocking on the door became more intense, and Wang Yifan finally had some thought to divert his attention.

This is the rhythm of smashing the house!

He walked to the door, looked out through the peephole, and saw a middle-aged woman leaning on the corner of the stairs, holding a stick wrapped in cloth in her hand, knocking on his door rhythmically.

It’s the landlord Aunt Zhang!

He didn't like this Shanghai woman who was flamboyant and liked to gossip.

When the landlord comes to visit, there must be nothing good going on!

Just as Wang Yifan turned around, he heard Aunt Zhang's scolding from outside the door, "Wang Yifan, you little red guy, I know you are in the house and I heard you walking. Don't pretend to be dead!"

Then, the sound of knocking on the door suddenly became louder and faster.

Wang Yifan forced a smile, turned around and opened the door again. As soon as he opened it a crack, the stick came directly in.

Facing Aunt Zhang's gloomy face, he smiled and said: "Aunt Zhang, I'm really sorry. I had a cold and was sleeping deeply. I didn't hear you knocking on the door. No, I'm already late for work!"

Aunt Zhang stopped cursing and looked him up and down suspiciously. Seeing that he was really listless, she snorted coldly and walked past him directly into the house.

"Wang Yifan, when do you plan to pay this month's rent?"

Aunt Zhang clucked her tongue and walked around the rental house, not missing anything in the bedroom or bathroom.

"Aunt Zhang, isn't it the 20th of every month to pay rent? It's still a week away!"

Aunt Zhang turned back and glared at him, "That's the deadline. If you can't hand it in earlier, everything will be the same as you. Sooner or later I'm going to drink the northwest wind!"

Wang Yifan said nothing, and Aunt Zhang glanced at her sideways, her eyes full of contempt.

"Xiao Wang, tell me, tell me, you are already so old and you are still dragging your feet in paying the rent. Can't you survive in Shanghai? You should go back to your hometown soon!"

"Aunt Zhang, when we signed the contract, the stipulated time was the 20th. I acted in accordance with the contract and never owed a cent of rent. Why is it called procrastination?"

Wang Yifan is upset. There are too many nonsense and ruinous facts these days!

"Contract? Can the contract be used as a living? You're too stupid to study! You all talk about bachelor's and master's degrees. If you ask me, it's better to go out to work early. Like my son, he won't graduate from junior high school.

He has gone to school, and now he has opened a company in Shanghai, and there is a doctor working for him! What’s the use of studying, you say? Don’t keep your eyes higher than your head every day, okay?”

Wang Yifan was impatient to talk to this woman, glanced at the clock, and said: "Aunt Zhang, if you need anything, just tell me immediately. I have to go to work and I don't have time to chat with you!"

"The rent will go up by five hundred next month, I'll come over and let you know!"

"What, the price is going to increase again?"

"Oh, what are you doing? House prices are rising every day. What if I raise the rent? If you are unhappy, just move out. I am close to the subway station and life is convenient. There are not too many people here.

Do you want a good rental?"

"The term of our contract is half a year, and it doesn't expire until December!"

"I've already said it, I don't care about the contract. If you want to rent, you can rent. If you don't want to rent, just move in early. Otherwise, I'll block your door every day!"

Aunt Zhang put the stick in her hand on the ground, with a look of dismay on Wang Yifan's face.

These schoolboys like to talk reason and rules with them over and over again. Whenever they meet her, they lose their temper and act a little petty. Who is her opponent?

Wang Yifan knows that it is impossible to reason with this woman. When you want to reason with her, she will play rogue with you. If you can be shameless and play rogue with her, she will be able to reason with you. She thinks she is reasonable.

reason.

He rubbed his head, still feeling a little groggy. If he took the subway from here to the company, he might be able to catch lunch.

"Aunt Zhang, I don't have time to talk to you. I'll go to work first. If I'm late, the boss will fire me!"

The only thing that is of any use against her is the procrastination technique!

She didn't care about Aunt Zhang's subsequent sarcasm. She retracted her phone and stuffed the phone and charger with the screen still black into her pocket. As soon as she walked out of the door, she held the door handle and looked at her anxiously.

"What are you looking at? I'll check it out!"

Unexpectedly, Aunt Zhang had no intention of moving!

Wang Yifan laughed angrily, slammed the door and left.

Aunt Zhang sneered, "You brat, you have no ability and you have a big temper!"

Wang Yifan was really not in the mood to pay attention to the mess in the rental house. Last night, he lost all his mobile phone and wallet. The only thing that made him feel lucky was that his ID card was left in the rental house.

When he arrived at the company, the front desk manager Xiaomei called out to him, "Brother Wang, Manager Zhang has lost his temper all morning, be careful!"

Wang Yifan nodded towards the girl at the front desk, who was fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, and had a fashionable perm.

The front desk of every company can be considered a relatively mysterious profession.

Although they have good looks, their salaries are not high at all, but most of them seem to have high spending power and are dressed up in flashy clothes, which is understandable as they represent the company’s reputation after all!

I just don’t know how they maintain such a glamorous life!

Of course, Wang Yifan has no prejudice against Guan Xiaomei. This girl is sweet-tongued and although her temper is a bit offbeat, she is very enthusiastic and very easy to deal with.

Just a little younger!

What a pity!

Hey, why is it such a pity to be young?

Wang Yifan was thinking as he stepped into the office. Most of his colleagues only looked up and then went about their business.

Less than five minutes after sitting down, Xiao Qian ran over and said, "Brother Fan, Manager Zhang wants you to go to her office!"

"OK!"

Wang Yifan originally wanted to ask about the old witch's condition, but when he thought that the person who sent the message was Qian Wenbin, he simply gave up the idea.

Just entered Zhang Xiaofeng's office, and before she could close the door, Zhang Xiaofeng scolded her, "Wang Yifan, what did you do? You're late for work and can't get through on the phone. Do you still want to do it?"

Wang Yifan closed the door and out of the corner of his eye saw his colleagues standing up from their workstations one by one and looking over here.


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