Zhang Jiangang and others are busy here, but Comrade Zhang Wenjun, son of Comrade Zhang Jiangang, does not know these things.
He didn't even know that what Zhang Jiangang told him last night was not a joke, but serious.
Carrying a pile of documents and personal belongings, Zhang Wenjun walked out of an office building with an ugly look on his face.
Today is the last time Zhang Wenjun comes here, mainly to go through the final procedures and take away his personal belongings.
"Wenjun, take care. In fact, you should have stopped working here a long time ago, really." Behind him were several of his colleagues, both men and women.
One of the fat male colleagues wearing glasses couldn't help but say something while walking, with a look of pity on his face when he spoke.
"Yes, our boss's character is not good. Didn't Sun Shuang get kicked out in the same way last year?" Another male colleague who helped Zhang Wenjun hold the box also said.
"Well, I don't know if I will be next. I really don't know what to do in the future. Have you found a new job?" The only female colleague also sighed.
"By the way Wenjun, why did the boss clearly call the police, but it was later revoked? Didn't you see the look on the boss's face when I came here this morning?" the female colleague asked.
Zhang Wenjun shook his head, then sighed
"I don't know. It's so easy to find a new job, not to mention that people at my age are young now." After walking out of the building, he looked back at his good colleagues Zhang Wenjun from several departments and said, "Thank you, don't send me away."
Go back. If you stay out for a long time, that bastard will definitely cause trouble for you in the future."
"It's okay, it's okay. We'll leave after you get a taxi." The tall, thin male colleague said.
"I'm afraid he'll be a jerk. At worst, I won't work anymore. I've had enough of him for a long time." The fat male colleague even said.
"Shh~" At this moment, the female colleague suddenly shushed, and then looked towards the door of the building.
I saw a man with an open suit and a cheerful face walking towards this side with a smile.
Seeing the person coming, Zhang Wenjun showed a trace of resentment on his expression, while the expressions of several others changed.
"Mr. Xu!" Several people even greeted him.
"Well, you all came out to see Wenjun off. Look at you, you didn't tell me anything, so I caught up with you now, haha." The young man in a suit with a mole at the corner of his mouth said with a smile, and a band-aid on his forehead.
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While talking, the man walked towards Zhang Wenjun.
"Go back and take care." Zhang Wenjun's face was cold and he ignored him at all. After saying that, Zhang Wenjun turned around and prepared to take a taxi.
The clinker, Mr. Xu, smiled and walked over.
Those who knew knew that the two had a feud, and Mr. Xu wanted to torture Zhang Wenjun to death. Those who didn't know thought that the two were brothers who had a small conflict.
"Wenjun is still angry, we are not..."
But before he finished speaking, two black cars slowly drove past in the distance.
Among them, the Mercedes-Benz in front stopped in front of several people, and then the passenger window lowered.
Then the old man in the co-pilot said a very rustic name, but it was very bluffing.
In addition, this black Mercedes-Benz is not cheap, at least more than one million.
"Master Zhang, we are here to pick you up, get in the car." Then, the white-haired head stuck out and said, looking at Zhang Wenjun.
This old man is none other than Zhao Baole, the King of Rags, one of the Four Heavenly Kings.
"Master Zhang?" Zhang Wenjun looked confused and even looked back to see who Uncle Zhao, who often hung out with his father, was calling.
Besides, Mr. Zhang, this title is too earthy.
Uncle Zhao, Zhao Baole, Zhang Wenjun not only knew him, but also knew that he had a quirk and liked to dig through trash cans.
Even several of Zhang Wenjun's colleagues, including Mr. Xu, looked at each other and thought, "Who are you calling?"
"Uncle Zhao, who is your name? Call me?" Seeing that no one responded, and it seemed that his surname was Zhao at the scene, and Zhao Baole was a person he knew well, so Zhang Wenjun asked tentatively.
"Who am I to call you, Mr. Zhang? Mr. Zhang knew that you were leaving your job today, so he came to pick you up together." Comrade Zhao Baole continued.
"Ah? It's not Uncle Zhao, what is Mr. Zhang? When did I become Mr. Zhang? Where did you get this car?" Zhang Wenjun was stunned when he looked at it again.
Zhang Wenjun likes success and glory, but that doesn't mean he is a hypocritical person.
At this time, he thought that his father was deliberately looking for someone to pretend to be rich and pretend to be a good actor for him.
Dad, and Uncle Zhao, you really don’t have to do this.
Besides, you guys are too low. Has Kuaishou seen too much of you?
And just look at this Mercedes-Benz. It has the words "grocery cart" written on the back. That's ridiculous.
Hearing this, several of Zhang Wenjun's colleagues were stunned and understood.
Alas, why do you need to act? Wenjun.
Several of Zhang Wenjun's colleagues shook their heads, but none of them tried to 'expose' the so-called Mr. Zhang.
"Ouyou, Mr. Zhang? It's okay, Wenjun. I've been doing it for a long time. Your family is rich. It's amazing. No wonder you have to think of doing it here. That's because my small temple can't accommodate a big Buddha like yours."
Mr. Zhang?" Mr. Xu smiled again, as if he was watching the fun and watching how you performed.
But at this moment, they thought there were two groups of people in front and behind, and the window of the Bentley behind was also opened.
"Wenjun, are these your colleagues?" Comrade Lao Zhang's voice came out, followed by Comrade Lao Zhang's face.
With his silver hair and slicked back hair, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and the most important thing is his aura, he looks like a gang veteran.
Although he smiles, he puts a lot of pressure on people.
But more importantly, there was another person in the back seat of the Bentley, the famous director Li Ke.
First, I saw my dad sitting in a Bentley!
Then, Zhang Wenjun was shocked when he saw that the person sitting with his father was the famous director Li Ke.
Similarly, Zhang Wenjun’s colleagues don’t know Zhang Wenjun’s father, Zhang Jiangang, but they have seen Li Ke on TV.
When they saw Zhang Wenjun calling the old man daddy, and seeing Zhang Wenjun's father and great director Li Ke sitting in the back seat of the Bentley, several colleagues were speechless.
"Dad! This? Yes, they are my colleagues." Zhang Wenjun stammered, with a look of shock on his face, and he even wondered if he had seen it wrong.
"Xiao Li, this is Quanzi." Under the gaze of everyone, especially Zhang Wenjun's former colleagues, Comrade Zhang Jiangang smiled and introduced Li Ke.
"You are young and promising! Hello~" Li Ke then nodded towards Zhang Wenjun and said with a smile, very polite.
Zhang Wenjun swallowed, as did several others, including Mr. Xu. Especially Mr. Xu's expression changed.
"Hello, Director Li~"
What's going on! Zhang Wenjun's head can't even react.
The same goes for several of his colleagues. His former colleague Zhang Wenjun's face looked wrong.
At this moment, the Tattered King Zhao Baole spoke.
"Master Zhang, it's better to go back and take over the master's class. A child like you who was born with a golden key in his mouth doesn't need to mess around with poor boys like them. You don't need to prove yourself through struggle, you don't need it."
"Only poor boys need to prove their abilities, struggle, and start a business. Those are things only poor boys can do. You are different from them. Come back and help your father." Zhao Baole said seriously, like a butler in a big family.
Zhang Wenjun was stunned.
Born with a golden key in his mouth? Who? Me?
Wasn't I born with a baby in my mouth? I've been holding it in my mouth for more than thirty years.
Even Zhang Jiangang was confused, thinking, are you talking about my son?
Baole, Baole, brother wants to ask you, you are an old man from Longteng Community, why are you so good? Only poor children have to prove themselves? Then what do you want to prove yourself by digging through the trash cans all day long?
Originally, Zhang Jiangang wanted to pick up his son and let him work directly in the new company while helping him take care of the new company in the early stage.
The result was good, the Tattered King Zhao Baole started acting cool here, and what he said seemed to be true.