The secretary had never seen so much money, so he was trembling with fear all the way. When he saw Li Wenjun, he felt relieved and immediately handed him the envelope: "Click a little. Sign a receipt for me."
Li Wenjun was a little embarrassed by her frightened look: "I'm sorry, it's so hard for you to make a trip in the middle of the day."
The secretary smiled: "It's not hard."
Li Wenjun looked at the sealed contract.
Sure enough, not a word has been changed.
Haha, it seems that Zhou Liguo has been eaten to death by him for the time being, and he doesn't dare to play any tricks anymore.
good very good.
People like Zhou Liguo just want to give him a blow in the head and beat him into submission, and then slowly win over him.
Li Wenjun signed it, kept a copy, and sent it to the secretary.
The kid selling popsicles outside pushed his cart by again.
Li Wenjun stopped the child who was tanned by the sun: "Give me 20 mung bean popsicles."
The child's eyes widened with excitement: "Do you want so much? If you don't finish it, it will melt."
Li Wenjun smiled: "Don't worry, you can finish eating."
He handed two dollars to the child, picked up a popsicle and handed it to the secretary.
"Comrade Secretary, if I treat you to some popsicles, I might bother you more often in the future."
The secretary's cheeks were red, and he took the popsicle: "My name is Zheng Yulian. Don't call me comrade, general secretary, comrade, secretary. It's too strange."
The child's foam box was emptied of all the popsicles, and he smiled with his white teeth exposed.
Li Wenjun couldn't help but laugh: "What's your name?"
The child replied: "Liu Dahai."
Li Wenjun nodded: "What a good name. Let's go back quickly and don't wander around outside."
Li Wenjun went in with a popsicle in his arms, just as everyone was getting ready to get off work.
"Come here, I'll treat my comrades to some popsicles. Thank you comrades for always taking care of me and being so tolerant to me."
The co-workers looked at each other, but no one raised a hand.
Usually everyone scolds him and excludes him, and just now they were talking about him inside. When he suddenly came out like this, no one dared to pick up the fight.
Zhang Aihua took one from Li Wenjun's hand and said, "You still have some conscience, but if you are really serious, one popsicle is not enough."
Li Wenjun was grateful to Zhang Aihua for smoothing things over for him, and hurriedly said: "That's right, when I get rich in the future, I will definitely treat everyone to delicious food and drinks."
After all, he was such a jerk before, and all his co-workers suffered from him.
Who would forgive him just for a popsicle?
These popsicles were just a message he conveyed to his co-workers: I want to change, give me a chance.
When the co-workers saw Zhang Aihua, they all spoke out, so they couldn't help but give him face.
One by one, they came up and took the popsicles from Li Wenjun's hand, and said with a half-smile.
"Young Master Jun has been very active recently."
"Yes, I heard that I made a profit of 100 yuan when I changed hands."
Li Wenjun sighed: "It's not for my brother. You all know that my brother has been dragged down by me and has not gotten married yet. It is not easy to find a good partner, but it is difficult to get it together. As my younger brother,
I can only think of some solutions."
As soon as everyone heard this, the fire of jealousy that was burning in their hearts just now was immediately extinguished.
Li Wenyong is honest, hard-working and willing to work hard. He is at the forefront of all dirty and tiring work. Since he became the team leader, he has been a model worker every year. If it was for Li Wenyong, there would be nothing to be bitter about.
"Work hard and get your brother married as soon as possible."
"It's rare that the military commander is sensible."
Li Wenjun knew that everyone basically recognized him, and was secretly happy.
Zheng Yulian's trembling look just now reminded him: He has been making so much money recently, and many people must be jealous.
I am not afraid of poverty, I am afraid that everyone is poor and can only earn a small salary, but there is one person who takes all kinds of shortcuts to get rich quietly.
In that case, others will try their best to pull that person down and stay in the mud pit with everyone.
His wings are still too soft to fly now, so he will make as few enemies as possible, and he will pretend to be cowardly as long as he can.
After all, the general environment is like this, and it is too easy to accuse someone.
Li Wenjun got off work very early today. After Lao Wangtou delivered the used radio, he went to the kindergarten to pick up the radio.
The parents haven't arrived yet, and the older children are playing games in a row with their coat tails pulled, like a group of chickens.
The younger children who were still unsteady on their feet were placed in a playpen and played with building blocks by themselves.
Diandian watched her brothers and sisters playing. She was so excited that she jumped up and down holding on to the railings, clapping her hands and talking "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa".
Li Wenjun stood outside the iron gate and watched for a while, smiling from ear to ear.
His little princess is so cute.
He wants to make more money to buy her leather shoes, bows, beautiful skirts, lipstick, and bags!
"I didn't expect you would actually pick up and drop off the children now." Someone said quietly next to me.
Li Wenjun trembled, turned around and saw that it was Wang Xiaolan.
Wang Xiaolan stared at him: "Young Master, long time no see."
Wang Xiaolan has been confessing her love to him since junior high school. No matter how many times he rejects her, Wang Xiaolan will be depressed for two days at most before pestering him again.
After getting married, he kept avoiding her.
It wasn't to reassure Gu Zhanyan and avoid suspicion, but because he was really fed up.
However, Li Wenjun has since seen various women approaching him using various obscene and despicable methods. Wang Xiaolan's kind is really nothing.
He also suddenly realized that he had avoided Wang Xiaolan and treated her with all kinds of disdain and contempt, which made Wang Xiaolan obsessed with getting him.
If he had been more rational, calm, and tactful from the beginning, and treated her as an ordinary classmate, there might not have been so much trouble.
Well, let’s try it from now on.
He calmly greeted Wang Xiaolan: "Hello, Comrade Wang Xiaolan."
Wang Xiaolan was stunned, her eyes turned red, and she didn't speak for a long time.
After Li Wenjun went to the technical school, she went to the technical school to look for him, but he didn't come out at all.
Li Wenjun went to the team, and she went to the team to look for him. He either didn't go to work or went out, and she couldn't see him.
Even if she lowered her face and went to his house, he would come back very late.
She didn't give up, thinking that as long as he didn't get married, she would have hope.
However, Li Wenjun actually got married.
She also saw that Li Wenjun hated Gu Zhanyan and his children so much that she felt even more that she should rescue him.
In the past few days, she heard that Li Wenjun was coming to pick up and drop off Diandian, so she came to block him at the entrance of the kindergarten. It was only today that she finally encountered him.
She thought that Li Wenjun would ignore her and leave as usual, and she would chase after him and force him to talk to her.
As a result, Li Wenjun was so gentle that she didn't know what to do.
The last time I saw Li Wenjun smiling at her was when he was in the first grade of junior high school.
The kindergarten teacher finally saw Li Wenjun.
Come here with Dian Dian in your arms.
He put his arms around Li Wenjun's neck and called out affectionately: "Daddy."
Li Wenjun turned his attention to his daughter, leaving Wang Xiaolan who was still in a daze, and walked back with Diandian in his arms, kissing her as he walked, and asked: "Are you happy today?"
Nod hard.
Li Wenjun grinned: "If you are happy, daddy will be happy."
Diandian suddenly pursed his lips, opened his sleeves and exposed his arms. There was a small red dot on it: "Injection. Blow."
