The conversation with Brother Bao ended badly, so I went to the office next door. Wang Mumu originally wanted to chat with me for a while, but after halfway through, he received his latest fucking order, saying he wanted to eat African bananas and got out immediately.

Sitting in the house for a while, drinking a cup of coffee, Mama and Dakang walked in.

"Baozi's position is different from us. If you don't agree, you won't agree. Why bother to be a slut." Mamabiao said to me with a smile.

"Fuck, I've been playing together for so long, and there's no tacit understanding at all. Anyone can say this, but he can't say it because I did it for him." Before I could clear my anger, my tone was still a little rushing.

"Haha." Mabang looked at me, playing with Buddhist beads in his hand without saying a word.

"Okay, the old man in his family is getting older and he is slowly not caring about anything. The company has so many people, how can we be without pressure?" Dakang advised me and continued, "What, I'm asking Ma Fei to be there, they are there."

"What are you good places?" I was stunned for a moment, and understood what it meant to come over to Dakang. Brother Bao's attitude, Ma Fei and the others, it was a bit inconvenient to stay there.

"No, go to the house I rented by my third brother. I have something to do with you. Let's make do with you." Mamabian looked at us in a dilemma and interrupted.

"Brother Third, I have meditated and meditated all day long. Can a bunch of young people bear it?" I asked a little worriedly. People like the third brother, Gao Dong, and Fu Xin are all used to being alone, and they will be idle when there are too many people.

"Then what you do? It's okay if you can't. I'll do my job." Mama said with his hands spreading out.

"Okay, then I'll call Ma Fei and let them come back." I was forced to take out my cell phone again, then stood up, walked to the window, lowered my head and said to the phone, "What are you doing?"

"Dingling."

When I was calling, the phone with a smacked face also rang. He opened the cover and looked at it. He was stunned. There was a strange expression on his face. He hesitated for a moment and slowly picked it up.

"Hey,." Mabang said with the phone.

"Brother Ma, I'm downstairs. You come down and let's talk to Xiaofei again. Don't talk to you first."

"Fuck, what are you doing? Why are you trying to sit on wax??" Dakang, who was drinking tea, cursed silently.

"There are so many things? Caesar, I think you are not confused now. I ignore them. Come down quickly and don't tell me." The voice on the phone said urged.

"You are so cheap to do things," Mamabiao lowered her head and gritted her teeth and cursed.

"hey-hey."

"Fuck." Mabang cursed, hung up the phone, stood up and said, "You guys stay. I'll go out. If nothing is wrong, I'll sweep the floor at the company. It's too difficult to find a cleaner now."

"What are you doing?" Dakang yawned and asked casually.

"Ha Yijian, that guy, I'll go out." Mabang said casually, and pushed the door open and walked out.

After I finished talking to Ma Fei, I turned around and saw that the slap face was gone, so I asked Dakang: "What did he do?"

"I've gone to find the liar from Ha Yijian." Dakang said boredly.

"Don't be sarcastic, I'm lying to you," I said something annoyed, sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the computer in distractedly, wanting to see the one Mamabing said, the "amazing" made by several children in the technical department.

Open it and see the total length of the web page is 6 cm. The banner on the black background contains four white words: Hengyuan Brothers. The following is very exquisitely made. The white flowers are scattered on various navigation bars, making people cry when they see it. The square human resources classification area is hanging photos of several of us shareholders. I don’t know where to find it. The expression is sad and numb. I took a look away and it was just a four-inch photo on the urn.

"This web page is full. I'll discuss it with the children of the technical department for a while. If it doesn't work, let them take this work to the funeral home. The atmosphere is so sad and angry." I looked at the web page in a collapse and said to Dakang.

"Oh, what's all about this?" Dakang glanced at the webpage, cursed helplessly, and walked towards the door.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to the bathroom," Dakang said without replying.

Dakang walked through the corridor, his eyes swept through the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass into the work area, and saw the new team, the women gathered in a bunch of cosmetics, and the men gathered in a bunch of them, talking about how to not spend money to buy cosmetics, each with his own affairs, and was very busy.

"Oh." Dakang sighed, losing the urge to shout, and walked around and rushed to the toilet at the end of the corridor. When he opened the door, he felt a sense of a stuffy donkey.

"Mom, what about the cleaner, what about you?" Dakang looked at the yellow liquid on the ground with a pale face and toilet paper soaked in liquid everywhere. He stood at the door and shouted in the corridor.

"Tait."

A young man with the sales department manager sign in the work area ran out quickly and asked Dakang: "What's wrong, Mr. Zhang."

"Where is the cleaner,."

"We haven't hired a cleaner here yet," the manager said with confidence.

"Peng." Dakang stretched out his thick-skinned hand, pinched the manager's neck, and inserted his head into the toilet like a chicken, and said angrily: "Come on, look, if you smell it again, this is all over the 731st Army. What's wrong, you all have to pee, you can't suck it into the urinary pool, you have time to suck it every day, can't you clean the toilet? What if you don't urinate?"

"Mr. Zhang, I will organize someone to clean up immediately."

"Let me see you again in the office, I will let you all the fucking fun of you," Dakang said excitedly.

"I understand, I understand." The manager nodded repeatedly.

"Fuck." Dakang let go of him, frowned, touched his crotch, held his breath, tiptoed, walked into the toilet, rushed to the windowsill in two steps, reached out and pulled open the window of the toilet, wanting to ventilate.

But at this moment, a figure downstairs, holding a bag and cigarette in his arms, got on a BMW 750, which was Brother Bao's car, and the person had a numb face.

Dakang frowned, paused for a moment, said nothing, pulled open the door on the edge and walked into the toilet.
Chapter completed!