Weather for Thursday, September 25: Temperatures continue to rise
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Recently I discovered a secret!
One day when I was bored in the office waiting for the president's approval, I accidentally dialed his cell phone. I was startled when the phone rang, so I glanced at him subconsciously. It didn't matter at this glance, I discovered that the name above was not "Guan Xiaobei" but "Hua Xianzi".
"Flower Fairy?" I took the phone out of curiosity and flipped through it, and there was "The Smurf".
"Who is the Smurf?" I asked again, and after rummaging through it, there was actually someone who said "I won't be allowed to eat beef noodles"... My curiosity suddenly peaked and overcame my reason, and I dialed it out impulsively and recklessly.
After a while, Xu Ke came in holding up his mobile phone and asked, "Does the president want to see me for anything?"
"Buxiao will give you a thousand yuan bonus, Xiaoxiao will deduct three thousand yuan from you!" Yi Fan looked at me and said quickly.
My dantian was filled with anger and my face was as heavy as water.
Xu Ke looked at my twisted face in confusion until Yi Fan said to him: "It's okay, you can go and do your work."
After Xu Ke left, I consciously covered my face with the cushions on the sofa, almost suffocating with laughter.
"Mr. Yi, I tried my best, just give me a thousand bucks." I said when I calmed down and struggled out of the cushion with disheveled hair.
He didn't seem to hear what I said and said to himself: "Flower Fairy is my favorite cartoon when I was a child. The protagonist in it is named Xiaobei."
I knew my winnings were gone.
Back to my computer, I searched for "Flower Fairy" and it turned out to be a girls' animation that was screened in China in the mid-to-late 1980s! Judging by his age, Yi Fan must have been in his teens at that time... He was a young boy watching cartoons about little girls, and he really liked them? !
So, I conveniently changed the "President" on the phone to "Brother Lei".
Early on Thursday morning, Yi Fan called me to the office and handed me an envelope.
I opened it and pulled out a neatly folded piece of A4 paper and a piece of paper. The card number, password, bank account and other information were written in detail on the paper. I let my imagination run wild for a while, and vulgar plots such as an aristocratic son falling in love with a nanny, a rich boy falling in love with a poor girl, a millionaire marrying a working girl, etc. quickly flashed through my mind. Hey, is this kind of prince and Cinderella fairy tale willing to favor me... Wait, why are there a string of letters starting with "" below
I pulled the reins, dismounted silently, and smoothed the imaginary horse's mane: Horse, let's come back. The place where the president wants to go really lacks creativity.
Enter the URL and press Enter. really-
Sanshengyuan Marriage and Love Network.
I looked at Yi Fan searchingly. You are really getting braver as you fight! Also, what is this card used for
"This is a membership system with an annual membership fee of 15,000. So the service is very considerate and the quality is guaranteed." Yi Fan explained, "My friend recommended it."
From this moment on, I was filled with endless admiration for Yi Fan’s mysterious friend. Also, who says higher education means higher IQ? The kid in front of me just had "You are stupid and you have a lot of money, so come quickly" written on his forehead.
The first time was new, the second time was familiar. In less than ten minutes, I completed most of the information, but when it came to the contact information column, I had a little difficulty. Last time, we were all inexperienced people, and we actually wrote down all of Yi Fan's personal phone numbers and several office phones. After he met Lin Meijiao, Duo Jincaijun's identity was quickly exposed, so that after the daughter of Sister Zhang and Lin Meijiao, countless women called to try to facilitate Yi Fan's marriage. The five telephones in the assistant's office, plus his cell phone, once served as the president's private marriage hotline.
In the end, we just said, "Ah, I'm sorry, you made the wrong number." "Yi Fan, there is this person. He has a house and a car? Yes, a bicycle, and a rental house." "Age? Sixty-four! Thirty-two? Then It’s a 50% discount, who is asking for marriage at the age of 32?” and other lies, as well as asking the telecommunications provider to block these unknown calls, and asking someone to help delete Yi Fan’s personal information on the “True Love Alliance”, this incident It finally calmed down.
"How should I fill it out this time?" I asked Yi Fan.
"Fill in yours." Clearly thoughtful.
I reject. Because I don’t want to be a hotline operator.
"I'll reimburse you for the phone bill."
I still shake my head. Now I have a balance every month on the phone bill my company gives me, but becoming an operator will inevitably lead to the opposite.
"Then I'll cut off your current communications subsidy." Yi Fan threatened, "Then I'll let you be an operator."
I gave in. The ruthless thing about Yi Fan is: if you do it, you will get some rewards; if you don't do it, you will suffer heavy losses.
Filling out the form this time, I poured a lot of water into Yi Fan. Only after the gleaming gold on his body was stripped away and turned into a half-new, rusty copper did he dare to throw it into the wolves, but the response was still enthusiastic. In a short while, I received calls from no less than ten people, all of whom wanted to meet with Yi Fan. I briefly classified the information of all the callers, and while I was biting my pen and thinking about how to report it to Yi Fan, I received another call.
The woman on the phone said to me: "I work in a kindergarten. If Mr. Yi likes it, you can go to the kindergarten and see the children. They are all cute." There is no shortage of words in this. When we meet at the workplace, what we see is more real and familiar. It reduces the awkward atmosphere and is surrounded by children, which is both sexy and able to test out the other person's character. It is really a wonderful way to maintain a match and get slimming in one fell swoop.
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But what moved me was the phrase "look at the children".
Children don’t go to kindergarten on weekends, and I don’t want to sacrifice my weekend time to accompany the CEO on a blind date.
I quickly asked the four assistant presidents if they had any important arrangements for the afternoon, and the answer was no. I then went to lobby Yi Fan, and he agreed.
On Thursday afternoon, when the sun was just right, Yi Fan and I drove to "Little Flower Kindergarten".
The kindergarten teacher didn't expect that Yi Fan would agree to meet her so quickly. She didn't dress up at all. When she came out to greet Yi Fan, she was dressed in the same mess as the children.
However, I like the glistening sweat on her forehead very much, it is real and kind.
"So cute! Got it!" I said behind Yi Fan, and then quickly retreated, expressing my determination not to be a light bulb.
Yi Fan looked back at me, his eyes full of surprise. It wasn't until the teacher approached that he turned back to say hello. I don't know why he was so surprised. He ran away to play with the children.
Half an hour later, Yi Fan came to me alone: "The principal asked her to ask me to play with the children for a while."
"How's it going?" I asked, like a seasoned matchmaker.
"Very good. Like you said, he's a real and lovely person." Yi Fan's eyes were full of smiles. I don't know whether it was because he saw me being dragged down in the sandpit by a group of children, or because he really liked the girl.
"Don't move! Auntie, I'll give you a gift." A little boy put his hands on my head.
"What, flowers?" I asked.
"No, spider!" said the little boy.
"Ah! Yi Fan, Yi Fan! Help me!" I shouted in horror. I'm generally not afraid of bugs, but something like this with eight hairy legs lying on your head, ready to burrow into your clothes at any time, is more of a problem.
However, Yi Fan turned pale and moved a few steps to the side with fear on his face. If there hadn't been that fence, he would have been two hundred meters away.
"Ah..." I continued to scream.
"Oh, girl, you are really hopeless." The little boy sighed maturely, "Auntie, don't move, I will help you pick off the spider."
Over there, a little girl ran to Yi Fan: "Brother, you are really worthless. You don't cherish the opportunity given to you as a hero to save a beautiful woman."
Yi Fan dragged me away without even saying goodbye to the kindergarten teacher.
"It's not that I won't save you, but I'm... really afraid of... spiders." Yi Fan saw that I looked unhappy and explained quickly.
"No, I don't blame you. I made too much of a fuss."
"Then why are you so sullen?" Yi Fan suddenly came over narcissistically, "Are you depressed when I went on a blind date with another woman?"
"It's boring. I won't be depressed about this."
"Then what happened?"
"Why do they call you brother and my aunt? You are older than me!"
My death zone is, first, age, and second, age!
This blind date was another quick one, it took less than two hours, but the residual power was still there.
"Eh? When did Schulz's cobweb analysis method become spider analysis method? Did I remember it wrong or the economic theory was upgraded?" When it was almost time to get off work, Rong Moyang came out of the president's office with a stack of documents. asked in confusion.
"Don't be a layman, when did cobwebs evolve into spiders?" Elle said, while searching on the computer.
"If you don't believe me, come here and take a look." Rong Moyang pointed at the paper, "I've been wondering how long the president has been analyzing it for me."
I poked my head in, and wow, in the center of the clean, snow-white A4 printing paper, there was a huge, shiny, black, plump, thick-skinned, furry, fleshy spider.