Zhang Hengu responded again and walked to the opposite office. After opening the door, seven or eight people in the office focused their attention on Zhang Hengu.
Zhang Hengu smiled at everyone and saw that there was a table in the far corner. It seemed that no one had cleaned it for a long time. It was probably an ownerless thing, so he walked there. Seeing everyone's questioning looks, he didn't say anything.
, I did some cleaning and sat down. I thought to myself, this director is taking people too seriously. Now that a new colleague is here, I have to introduce him to everyone. This is good, these colleagues may regard him as someone who comes here to do things.
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At this time, a slightly older man came over and asked Zhang Hengu: "Comrade, are you..."
Zhang Hengu smiled bitterly, and sure enough, they were trying to drive him away. The latest chapter of The God of Curses immediately stood up, took out a cigarette and handed it to him, saying: "I am newly transferred here.
The leader asked me to find a seat here and sit down first, and then assign my work."
"Let me tell you." The man stretched out his hand to shake Zhang Hengu's hand and introduced himself, "My name is Xing Changgui, just call me Lao Xing. Tell me if you have anything."
Zhang Hengu heard what he said, and it seemed that he was the head of this office. Just when he was about to say a few polite words, a little girl next to him smiled and said: "Look, look, Lao Xing is going to proclaim himself the director again."
These words made Lao Xing feel very uncomfortable, and he said: "Xiaoyao, what you said is too powerful. How could I mean it? If the director hears it, then he will accuse me of stealing the class and seizing power. I mean, the new comrade is here.
Of course we have to take more care of it."
Zhang Hengu secretly took a look at the colleague known as Xiaoyao. He was in his mid-twenties, with a long face, a pointed chin, and a good figure. It was a pity that her breasts were not big enough, otherwise she could be considered half a beauty.
The little demon said: "Old Xing, you still say that I am great. One day, if you ask Gao Shan to say a few words to you, we will see if you still say it."
Lao Xing was unwilling to argue with her, so he sat next to Zhang Hengu, smoked a cigarette, chatted a few words, and returned to his seat to drink tea.
At half past nine, there was a sound at the door of the director's office opposite, and everyone in the office, except Zhang Hengu, pricked up their ears.
Is the director out? Zhang Hengu heard footsteps walking downstairs from the door of the director's office, thinking that the director must have left. Zhang Hengu didn't care. Whether the director left or not had nothing to do with him, the class still had to
He went to school and got off work at 12 o'clock. He was already used to it at school. He continued to drink water and continued to read newspapers and study.
Lao Xing cleared his throat, not knowing what to say, but he straightened his neck for a long time and said nothing. He packed up the things on his desk, raised his butt and left.
The little demon glanced at Zhang Hengu and said to himself: "It's so good to be innocent." He picked up his bag and left.
Zhang Hengu thought she was going to say something else, but in the end the servant left without hearing her words.
Xiao Chen, who was sitting face to face with Lao Xing, took a sip of water, looked at everyone with a smile, and said, "I have something to do at home, let's go first." He also picked up his bag and left.
As soon as Xiao Chen left, the others stopped talking, picked up their things and left. Zhang Hengu was the only one left in the office.
Are you all off work?
Zhang Hengu has long heard that civil servants only stay at work for a while. They only drink tea, read newspapers and shop online before getting off work. But now it's not even ten o'clock, why are they all leaving? What if the director comes back later?
Just now, the director told him to strictly observe discipline, but why did these people leave without even asking for leave?
While thinking about it, he suddenly heard the clear sound of high-heeled shoes coming from outside, which was particularly clear in the quiet corridor. The footsteps kept coming this way. Zhang Hengu suddenly felt a little nervous, as if the sound of this person's footsteps was not someone stepping on him.
Not on the floor, but in his heart.
"I haven't been here for a few days. Has a new force been added to the unit?" A beautiful woman opened the door and came in. She saw Zhang Hengu sitting in the corner and said.
Zhang Hengu found that the person standing in front of him was a somewhat coquettish beauty. Because of the thick makeup, she seemed to be eighteen from the front and eighty from the side. He could not turn around to look left or right, even if he was four
She was ten years old, so on average she was not at a disadvantage. However, this woman's voice was very nice. Zhang Hengu stood up hurriedly, not knowing whether he should extend his hand to shake it, salute or bow.
The woman looked at him very curiously and asked, "Are you a new transfer?"
"Yeah." Zhang Hengu responded, then remembered that he should use affirmative or negative language instead of farmers' special terminology, and hurriedly changed his words and said, "Yes."
"It's not good to be transferred. You have to be transferred to this place. Don't you know that only those who have lived enough come to this place to wait for death?"
Zhang Hengu grinned, telling the other party that he heard what the other party said, but didn't understand what it meant.
The man threw his handbag on the table, looked around, and said, "It's only ten o'clock, and everyone is gone."
"Yes, they all have their own official duties." Zhang Hengu became less restrained at this time and his mind became more flexible. He didn't know what this woman did. At any rate, he would have to work here in the future, so he had to be somewhat inclined.
Sex, you can't say that they are all off work.
"I didn't see that you are quite good at talking. After work, you are off work. If you leave early, you leave early. Don't say nice things for them. You won't get any benefits by saying nice things to others here. Maybe you will have to say nice things for them in the future.
I suffered a big loss. It was you who did it. The bad things are pushed out. It was not you. The good things are pushed back. There is not a single good person in this group of people... Oh, it's useless for you, a newcomer, to tell people this. It's useless.
In less than three to five months, you will be just like them."
On Zhang Hengu's first day at work, someone actually spoke to him like this. He was not like the director, who was so high-ranking, nor was he as ruthless as winter, like his colleagues. Although these words sounded unpalatable, they were
It seems to be somewhat more humane than those people.
Zhang Hengu is not stupid. Besides, he is a graduate of the Beijing Horse Racing Academy. Although he only lasted for half a year and graduated suddenly, he is among the elites from all over the world. Even if everyone talks about birdsong, he will follow.
I have gained a lot of skills.
"When you don't know what to say, just say bird language." Chen Yinghong once said to him with a smile. Zhang Hengu has nothing to say now. He wants to say bird language, but unfortunately he can't say a word. The bird language is still there for the time being.
There is no need for him anymore. However, he will soon find that the period of time he dealt with the Birdman has had a great impact on his entire life. For example, if this person did not graduate from the Beijing Horse Academy, she would
I won't pay attention to him being so old-fashioned.
No need for Zhang Hengu to introduce himself, this beauty knew that the man standing in front of her was named Zhang Hengu, who graduated from the Beijing Horse Academy, and was the one they should try their best to win over.
Give him some benefits. Beautiful women are very good at dealing with men.