Lin Fan closed the glass door and waited quietly for the arrival of the zombies. But suddenly, the roar of the zombies stopped abruptly, and there was movement from elsewhere, drawing the zombies away.
Maybe a survivor has been discovered.
"What a mess."
The company is in a mess, with drawings scattered all over the floor.
"Hey, the cleaning lady isn't here either, but that's okay."
The cleaning aunt is over forty, looks very good, and still has charm.
The boss's second uncle has always been thinking about the cleaning aunt, and sometimes deliberately takes advantage of her. It can be said that the boss's second uncle is a very wretched and perverted guy.
He bent down, packed up the drawings on the floor, and placed them neatly on the table.
To others, these may be just waste paper.
But for their painters, it’s all hard work.
On rainy days, if you have an umbrella, it is not to protect you from the wind and rain, but to protect the drawings.
"Where are the people in the company?"
He packed his things and looked around, but found no one.
But he found that the company's floor-to-ceiling windows were broken, as if someone had smashed the window and jumped from the building.
Standing on the edge, I glanced down.
really.
There were many bodies lying on the balcony on the second floor.
It was probably that they were being chased by zombies, and their colleagues broke the window and thought of walking through the air, but they didn't expect that they were hit by a jack and fell directly to death.
"Why……"
He sighed, sadness flowing back into a river.
My colleagues are all very nice, and they are relatively hard-working young people.
Whether it's work or life, it's all possible.
Earn cabbage money with the intention of selling fans.
They designed mansions worth millions or tens of millions, but the wages they received were pitiful.
Even so, there is no complaint.
Everything is to survive in the yellow market.
Suddenly, a low roar came from the office.
"Boss, you should be... okay." Lin Fan looked at the broken wooden door with doubts, his expression a little solemn.
He wanted to have a good talk with his boss.
In the office, the boss was staggering, his body was stiff, his eyes were already gray and he couldn't see clearly, and disgusting liquid was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
But the boss is still the boss after all, and in the company, there are still some rules that must be followed.
Although the door was broken, in Lin Fan's eyes, whether there was a door or not was not an important matter.
He raised his hand and knocked on the wall.
Winter winter winter!
Don't be impatient and have a gentle voice.
"Boss, I'm coming in."
However, what greeted him was not the coaxing smile of the past. The smile that had always been on his face disappeared, replaced by the ferocity of seeing food.
The boss roared ferociously, and then rushed towards Lin Fan greedily.
After turning into a zombie, the strength and speed have been enhanced, there is no pain, and it is a very terrifying existence.
The boss exudes a foul odor.
It tastes like pork that has been left out for several days and has mutated into a disgusting smell.
Lin Fan didn't dislike it. He knew that his boss was working very hard. He must have stayed up late and worked overtime in the company without taking a shower.
The moment the boss attacked, he swung away with his knife.
Poof!
Black blood sputtered out.
The boss's head soared into the air, separated from the body, and fell to the ground with a snap.
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"Boss, I was actually watching a movie yesterday. I didn't lie to you."
"Originally I wanted to work, but now the company must be unable to operate. I don't even have any colleagues. I really don't have any anymore."
"Thank you for teaching me a lot during this time, and I also learned a lot of useful knowledge."
"I want to settle this month's salary. Let me calculate it for you."
He brought paper and pen.
Calculate carefully.
"Boss, my fixed salary is 2,500 yuan. According to the commission for drawing a set of drawings, I can get a commission of 500 yuan. I worked overtime this month and drew a total of five sets of drawings. Each set of drawings has been approved. After calculation, the total is 5,000 yuan.
."
Lin Fan was talking to himself, and while talking, he would look at the boss whose head he had chopped off.
He didn't over-calculate, nor did he under-calculate.
Everything is according to the rules.
What's mine is mine. If it's not mine, I can't take it.
Even if the world ends and the earth falls apart, as long as the rules remain, there is still hope for everything.
"Boss, this is all my own hard-earned money. I didn't count the money for those small things. You said that people have to have a big picture and can't always stick to small details. I understand. Even if I give the wind chime
A gift from the company." Lin Fan said without hesitation.
This is what he deserves, so he will not talk to the boss in a discussion tone.
When you have a clear conscience, you should take it for granted and hold your head high.
"It seems that you have no objection, boss."
At this time, he saw a stack of cash on the table, with a contract underneath.
It seems that before the end of the world, someone came to the company and signed a contract with the boss, and also gave a deposit.
Preliminary estimates suggest that this pile of money may amount to tens of thousands.
"Boss, I came here on my own. I believe in my character. I won't get one more ticket or less one."
Counting the banknotes.
Take away fifty sheets, and then put the remaining money where it is without moving a cent.
"Boss, goodbye."
Waving his hand, he walked to the door of the company and looked back. This was the company that had brought him joy and hope.
Unfortunately, now, everything is gone.
The colleague is gone.
The boss is gone.
There are no more customers.
The people are still the same people, and the place is still the same place.
He likes this place not because of the environment, but because of the colleagues who work with him.
As for the boss... he is someone who likes to pour poisonous chicken soup on them.
Slogan: Be loyal to customers and serve customers.
Secretly, you are loyal to the boss, serve the boss, the boss's interests come first, and there are so many customers that you will be tricked one after another.
The wind chime swayed slightly.
It made a slight sound.
Press the elevator.
Roar!
Sound is the root of evil.
Several employees from the company next door heard the noise and came madly.
It was very fast and was about to bite Lin Fan to death.
Poof!
A slightly dull sound.
He walked into the elevator and pressed the first floor button without looking or saying anything.
The moment the elevator closed, several corpses lay quietly.
Everything that needs to be done has been done.
The moment he gets his salary and walks out of the company, he has nothing to do with the company.
He is now a homeless person.
No job, no source of income.
I have to find a way to find something.
Leave the building.
Riding a little yellow car.
Wait for the green light.
"It's so empty and quiet. I'm not used to it." When the green light came on, he rode a small yellow car and shuttled quickly across the road.
"Go home."
Riding on a small yellow cart and carrying a schoolbag for storing wages, I felt a slight sense of heaviness, which made me feel at ease and beautiful.
Life shouldn't just be about what's in front of you.
There is still a future.
The future that is full of unknowns is the most exciting thing.