When Lin Yao arrived at the old house, it was still a little early, not yet eleven o'clock, but there were already several cars parked outside the old house.
He took a look at the cars and squeezed his small Xiali between a Forklift and a Cayenne. The small Xiali was instantly submerged by the two cars and he could hardly open the door when getting out.
Very good, safe, no need to worry about scratches.
When he got out of the car, he glanced at the license plate and found that the license plate of the Cayenne was actually his father's, with a string of flashy 8s.
This discovery made him suddenly depressed. Why did Lin Zong invite him to dinner and also invite his father? His father has been very busy recently and comes home lately. He has no free time to educate him. Now, he is still a patient in the middle of the day and comes to his father to be scolded.
So boring.
Lin Yao walked into the old house dejectedly.
This place is decorated to look like it is real, which is in line with Lin Zong's mysterious style. The house itself is on the oldest street in the old city, and it is hidden in an alley. Lin Yao feels lost every time he comes here. The courtyard is full of pools, rockery, and various flowers and plants. You have to walk through the corridor on the side to see a few rooms that are far away.
A waitress came out and smiled when she saw Lin Yao: "Second Young Master."
"She's really good at calling," Lin Yao was happy. This little girl's name was Yu Hui. He had a deep impression of her. She was sweet-mouthed and good at handling things. She was a capable assistant to Lin Zong and his men. "Where's your eldest young master Lin?"
"It's in the private room in the backyard. Go straight over there. Mr. Lin is here too. I won't take you there as there will be other guests arriving soon." Yu Hui waved at him and trotted to the yard.
The box in the backyard is not open to the public. It is where Lin Zong and his friends entertain their friends. Lin Yao pushed the door open and went in. He saw that his parents were there. Lin Zong was drinking tea with his father.
"Dad, Mom..." Lin Yao greeted his dad and turned to look at his mom, he was stunned, "Why are you like this again?"
"What's wrong? It's so hot and I can't find any clothes to wear." Mom took a sip of tea and glanced at him calmly. "Why, do you have any complaints about your mother?"
"No, I have no objection at all." Lin Yao looked at his mother's bright red silk pajamas, then bent down to look under the table and saw the Prada on her feet. He couldn't imagine his mother getting out of the car and walking through the old house in this outfit. "It would be better if you just wore slippers. It would be more matching."
"Stop talking nonsense," the mother smiled and stretched out her hand to him, "Come here and let me touch your forehead. Is your fever still there?"
"It's okay. I don't feel anything." Lin Yao sat next to his mother and glanced at Lin Zong. "Is there a party today?"
"I went to your grandma's house this morning, and I came to try it when I passed by," Dad looked at Lin Yao, "Why, your crappy job has made you feverish?"
"He drives a Xiali hot car," Lin Zong said happily, "or I can buy him a Kia."
"No." Lin Yao glanced at him. He knew that Lin Zong felt sorry for him, but Lin Zong had the same opinion as his father on his work. His father wanted a helper, but Lin Zong was afraid that he would suffer at work.
"Your painting job is nothing more than a hobby. You can paint whenever you want," Dad lit a cigarette. "If you get sick from working yourself to death, your mom will be worried again."
"It's not painting..." Lin Yao leaned on the table. He was too lazy to explain to his father.
"That's graphic design," Lin Zong corrected his father and pressed the bell on the table for the waiter to serve the food. "Let's eat first, we'll talk about this later."
Lin Yao is very depressed that his father always imagines his major and career as an artist with a paintbrush clipped between his ears and long flowing hair or beard. Even though Lin Zong has explained to him that it is called graphic design, next time he mentions it, he will still say it is painting.
"I want to eat meat, don't just give me wild vegetables." Lin Yao emphasized weakly while lying on the table.
After sending Lu Teng to school, Guan Ze hurried back to the company. While waiting for the red light, he took out his mobile phone and flipped through his notebook. He was relieved to confirm that he had no plans for the weekend.
Don’t lie to children, or you will turn into mashed garlic in your next life.
There were a few text messages on the phone. Guan Ze flipped through them casually. Except for one sent by the secretary of the marketing department, the rest were sent by friends in the game.
Are the pk rules going to be changed? They have been talking about it for two or three months, and this time the announcement has probably been made. Everyone is as excited as the emancipated serfs singing the song.
Guan Ze did not reply and put his phone back in his pocket. He did not care whether the PK rules were changed or not. To him, these did not have much impact. It was more interesting to keep killing each other.
However, for Yanran Yixiao and her gang, this must be a bombshell, and their history of dominating the area is about to end.
The phone rang again within two minutes of being put into his pocket. Judging from the ring tone, it should be a call from work. Guan Ze plugged in his earphones and said, "Hello, I'm Guan Ze. Who is this?"
"Guan Ze, this is Qiu Yueling," a woman's calm and smiling voice came from the other end, "I just called your office, and the secretary said you took a leave this morning. Are you sick?"
"I'm going to the hospital with my son." Guan Ze hesitated for a moment and did not continue driving to the company. Instead, he turned onto another road. Qiu Yueling's advertising company was on this road. "What's the matter, Mr. Qiu?"
"Oh, everyone says that calling me Sister Qiu is fine, but you've been calling me General Manager Qiu for so long and I still can't change it," Qiu Yueling said with a sigh, "Don't you feel uncomfortable when I call you Director Guan?"
"It's not awkward." Guan Ze answered simply.
"Let's get down to business. Where are you? I'll treat you to lunch at noon." Qiu Yueling sighed.
Guan Ze knew why she called at this time, so he parked the car on the side of the road: "Downstairs of your company."
When he saw Qiu Yueling coming out of the company building, Guan Ze got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her. Qiu Yueling smiled at him and said, "I haven't seen you for a month, young man. You look handsome again."
Guan Ze didn't say anything, turned around and went back to the driver's seat and got in the car.
Handsome? He even forgot to shave this morning. When Guan Ze saw his face in the rearview mirror, he felt that he was quite haggard. He looked like "Lu Teng's father".
"Let's go to the mountain treasure restaurant in Mingdu." Qiu Yueling looked at him.
"Just eat something nearby," Guan Ze looked at his watch. Mingdu Hotel was too far away, and he was too lazy to run. "I have two meetings this afternoon."
"Okay, you pick the place."
When Guan Ze took Qiu Yueling to sit down in a cold noodle restaurant, she sighed: "Brother, are you kidding me? I'm treating you, are you taking me to eat Korean cold noodles?"
"I love this," Guan Ze waved to the waiter, "and I'm in a hurry."
"Okay, cold noodles are cold noodles," Qiu Yueling put her handbag on the table and turned to look at the waiter, "Two bowls of cold noodles, large portions, with more red oil, a plate of spicy shredded beef, and..."
"Okay," Guan Ze nodded to the waiter. After the waiter left, he smiled and said, "Isn't Mr. Qiu trying to lose weight?"
"Well, but since I'm treating you to a meal, I have to make sure you're full, right?" Qiu Yueling leaned back in her chair and looked at him.
"I'm also trying to lose weight. I can't eat in this hot weather."
"You have a standard body shape. Don't you always go to the gym?"
"I don't have time to go recently." Guan Ze poured Qiu Yueling a cup of tea.
"Your marketing department has been very busy lately," Qiu Yueling picked up the cup and took a sip, "I heard that your CEO Liu has a new plan?"
"You want to get information?" Guan Ze smiled. "I won't tell you even if you kill me."
Qiu Yueling looked at the not-so-obvious dimple on Guan Ze's left cheek and smiled: "I'm not interested. We're not in the same business. I'm only interested in you considering whether you have this or not."
Guan Ze thought for a moment and leaned back in his chair: "Mr. Qiu, I have been working here for Lao Liu since I graduated. I am used to it. Besides, I am really lazy. It is too troublesome for me to change the environment and adapt to the work again."
"Guan Ze, we have known each other for three or four years, right? We are friends, right?"
"Um."
"I can understand your feelings towards your company, but it's also true that you can't let go and do it." Qiu Yueling picked up the cup and knocked it, then took the teapot and poured water into it. The tea soon overflowed. "Guan Ze, your company is this teacup. No matter how much water you have, you can only put this much in. It's such a waste."
Guan Ze smiled without saying anything, and took a tissue to wipe the water in front of Qiu Yueling.
"I'll give you a big cup. If it's not enough, I can give you a bowl." Qiu Yueling's smile disappeared, replaced by the capable expression Guan Ze was familiar with. "I'll give you enough space to develop the market according to your own ideas. Is that really not attractive to you?"
The waiter brought the noodles and beef. Guan Ze lowered his head to mix the noodles. His favorite is the cold noodles in this restaurant, the red oil is particularly fragrant.
"Yes," he took a bite of noodles, "but I'm too lazy."
Qiu Yueling pointed at his Cherokee parked outside and said, "You changed your car when I met you, right? If you had always been in our company, you wouldn't have just bought a car worth half a million yuan."
Guan Ze was happy and laughed for a long time. To be honest, he had a very good impression of Qiu Yueling. She was in her forties, but still very energetic, bold and careful. She was better than Lao Liu in many aspects, and she also maintained a naive side in some aspects and was very straightforward.
In fact, he has wanted to resign for quite some time. While Lao Liu was trying to keep him, he had also found a candidate. Resignation was a matter of time. But what he said was true that he was lazy, and he wanted to resign and take a break for a while.
"I still have to pay for my house. Besides, I can't get used to driving a nice car. I don't have a garage," Guan Ze smiled and continued to eat noodles. "Yesterday, someone carved a poem on my neighbor's car door."
"Think about it again?"
"Considering what?"
“I am considering moving to a house with a garage in the future.”
Guan Ze sighed, put down his chopsticks, stared at Qiu Yueling for a long time, then picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of noodles: "Give me some more time."
It was afternoon working hours when Lin Yao returned to the company. Their design department was very quiet, as everyone had not yet recovered from the wonderful and short lunch break. Except for a few who were working hard, everyone else looked dazed.
"Xiao Linzi." Someone called him from behind.
"Ah." Lin Yao turned around and saw his colleague Jiang Yifei. He was his schoolmate, two years older than him. He was a nice guy and had been taking good care of Lin Yao since he joined the company.
"I answered a call from a client for you this morning," Jiang Yifei came over with a cup of tea and pointed at his desk, "That tea..."
"No way!" Lin Yao frowned before he could finish his words, and whispered in a low voice, "Do we need to change the tea can? The day before yesterday, their people came to take a look and said that this is it! It has been changed four times..."
"They said they wanted to return to the previous design," Jiang Yifei handed the tea to him, "Here, take a sip to cool down."
"It's really exciting," Lin Yao took the cup and took a sip. The moment he swallowed it, a bitter taste swept over his taste buds. He shuddered at the bitterness and almost threw the cup on Jiang Yifei's face. "Fuck, it's Kuding tea!"
"It's for cooling down the heat. You have a fever, don't you?" Jiang Yifei looked at him with a smile. "Are you feeling better?"
"You need to use antipyretic medicine for fever? Aren't these two related?" Lin Yao returned to his seat and looked at the call records that Jiang Yifei had put on his desk. "The fever has gone away. It's okay."
Lin Yao has always attached great importance to the design of this tea can. This is the first project he has completed independently after working diligently for a senior designer in the design department for several months.
But just this small tea can made him suffer so much that he wanted to die.
At the beginning, the customer said that we want to export, the cans must be in line with international standards, and we want an international style. Lin Yao finally made a tea can with a so-called international style, and the customer said, in fact, we discussed it again, what is national is also global!
So Lin Yao thought about the coolest ethnic style for a long time and changed the design. After seeing it, the customer said that this ethnic style was too rustic. In fact, the ink painting style is also ethnic!
Lin Yao spit out blood and made them a new ink painting style. Now the client has confirmed that the most dazzling ethnic style is the most suitable...
"Manager Liang," Lin Yao called the client, "Uncle Liang, can we finalize it this time? If we keep changing it, I'll die from overwork. I just came back from the hospital after getting an IV drip."
"It's settled," Manager Liang finally gave him a definite answer. "Xiao Lin, you've worked hard. How are you? It's a hot summer, and it's easy to get sick. Make sure you get some rest!"
"It's okay, thank you Uncle Liang." Lin Yao hung up the phone, let out a long sigh, leaned back in the chair and stretched.
Before starting to work, Lin Yao logged into QQ to see if there was any news in the gang group.
As soon as he came online, Rouqing sent him a link, which was the address of the official forum of the game.
When Lin Yao wasn't online playing games, his greatest pleasure was to hang out in the forums and watch others scold him. No matter what the post was, as long as he and his gang were mentioned, a lot of comments would be posted. If he was bored and started a post, the speed at which comments were posted would be so high that he would be impressed.
The address sent by Rouqing is a new post, which was posted an hour ago, with the title "The change of pk rules is gratifying to everyone, Yanran Yixiao, please take your Bafu Group and get out of our server." As the title is quite explosive, five or six pages have been turned. It seems that the news of the change of pk rules is like a blessing in disguise for many people.
Lin Yao roughly flipped through it and found nothing new in the content. It was the same old stuff. First, it gave examples of the numerous crimes that Yanran Yixiao and others had committed during their two years of dominating the server. For example, some old players bid farewell to the game in tears because they could not level up for a long time, and some players had to level up in low-level areas even though they were at a high enough level. Another example was that all the high-level weapons dropped by the bosses of this server were concentrated in the hands of the main members of the gang that dominated the server. After listing all these, he launched a crusade against them all, and finally gave an impassioned summary, along with various personal attacks and curses.
The gang members were quarreling with the opposition, and it was a headache to watch.
Lin Yao took a look at the poster's ID. It was a newly registered name, and it wasn't a name from the game. He thought about it and felt that since he had been scolded so much, it would be a bit unreasonable for him not to say something, so he casually replied.
Now that pk has been changed, we will fall, and you still don't dare to use your real name. Being an unknown hero can't show your majestic figure of rising up in rebellion. Even after scolding you to this extent, no one knows who you are. I feel sorry for you.
A minute later he refreshed the page, and the post instantly turned to the next page. Sure enough, quite a few people were waiting for him to show up, and below were another string of blatant attacks that were too disgusting to watch.
Boring.
Lin Yao never curses at others on the forum. Even if he has cursed a thousand times in his heart, he will not use a single curse word in the words he types. He curses at others when he can't win the argument. He has no professionalism at all.
Turning over a page of swear words, Lin Yao saw an ID that made his eyelids jump.
Draw your sword and mount your horse.
I bet a bowl of garlic paste that Sister Yixiao will definitely announce that she will no longer dominate before changing the rules. Rather than being overthrown by others, it is better to let go and have face. But I have already guessed the plot. Sister Yixiao, do you want to follow my arrangements
Lin Yao suddenly had the urge to smash the computer.
That's right, when the news of changing the rules first came out, he had already told several core members that once the rules were changed, we would definitely not be able to dominate the high-level bosses. If we can't suppress others, we might as well do it more beautifully and let go before changing the rules.
But those people didn't agree at that time. Now that Hengdao said this, if they really let go, they would immediately become a laughing stock. If they didn't let go, they would definitely be pushed down.
Shit! You wait!