Having her monthly pocket money taken back, Wu Mangmang could no longer afford to throw away her only source of income, so she put away her phone and took the subway directly to the City Expo.
Back then, I was willful because I had money. I chose a very unpopular major. Fortunately, after graduation, my mother used her connections to get me a job in the Municipal Institute of Technology. That's how public institutions are. You won't starve to death, but you will never become rich either. You can't even afford a mortgage in this city.
However, Wu Mangmang quite liked her job. She looked at her watch and saw that it was lunch time, so she went to the cafeteria without hesitation.
"Uncle, give me another spoonful of rice. Look, I'm so skinny, why are you still treating me so harshly?" Wu Mangmang knocked on the stainless steel plate of the same series as the prisoner with his spoon in dissatisfaction.
"Aren't you girls all clamoring to lose weight?" Although the uncle said this, he still added a spoonful of rice to Wu Mangmang.
"There's so much rice and so few dishes, how are we going to eat it?" Wu Mangmang became more and more demanding.
The uncle glanced at Wu Mangmang, without moving his spoon at all, "Beauty, my canteen is a contract system."
Wu Mangmang had no choice but to give up. She could neither confront the overbearing cafeteria uncle whose face was covered with pork fat in person, nor could she use her acting skills at work. She had no choice but to accept her fate.
Wu Mangmang was walking with her plate in her hand, fantasizing that if someone came out and said to her, "Honey, the whole cafeteria is mine, you can have as much braised pork and chicken legs as you want," she would immediately bow down at his feet.
Perhaps it was because his fantasy of the future was too beautiful that he was distracted all the way. As soon as he sat down, he realized that the woman who was picking out chopped green onions with chopsticks next to him was actually his old rival - Ms. Nie Jingjing.
To be honest, Nie Jingjing is not qualified to be Wu Mangmang's old rival, but every time Ms. Nie sees Wu Mangmang, she becomes jealous and Wu Mangmang is annoyed by her.
In fact, this Ms. Nie is not married yet, and I heard that she doesn't even have a boyfriend. But Wu Mangmang feels that just looking at her figure, she is obviously the body of a married and pregnant young woman, and he really can't call her Ms. Nie against his conscience.
"You are wearing a Cartier diamond bracelet, and you have the nerve to argue with an old man over a spoonful of stewed beef with potatoes?" Nie Jingjing leaned over, seemingly concentrating on studying the authenticity of the bracelet on Wu Mangmang's hand.
There was obviously no quarrel, so why was she blushing? She was blushing just now because of her fantasy about Mr. Dream, okay
Wu Mangmang didn't bother to pay attention to Nie Jingjing. He picked up a spoon and started eating rice in big mouthfuls.
"Tsk tsk, didn't anyone tell you that girls have to count when eating, and men eat with force?" Nie Jingjing said in a pretentious tone. She is also a relative, but her relationship is not as strong as Wu Mangmang's, so she feels particularly unbalanced when she sees Wu Mangmang taking leave every Thursday morning.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, Wu Mangmang said, "Then you take your time counting. It's time to go home after you finish counting." After that, he stood up with the plate with only vegetable soup left on it.
Nie Jingjing tsk- ...
Xiao Lin took a bite of the food and advised, "Sister Nie, hurry up and eat. You can save some time to lie down after the meal."
Nie Jingjing did not refute. She took the spoon and started eating in big mouthfuls. Eating was indeed important, but it could be ignored compared to taking a nap.
Wu Mangmang was in high spirits. She put on a white coat, tied her hair into a bun at the back of her head, and picked up the carving knife. She felt like she was following a doctor's script. She walked to the workbench where a pile of ceramic fragments lay.
Wu Mangmang's main job in the museum is to restore cultural relics, and her specialty is the restoration of porcelain.
Wu Mangmang prefers all kinds of antique porcelain. Every time she holds one in her hands, she can't help but imagine who held this pastel bowl in the past, and what interesting stories happened to its owner, and then she acts it out in her mind.
So the fact that Wu Mangmang could stay calm and stay in a cultural relic restoration room that was as quiet as an ancient tomb and as cold as a horror movie scene for three years without changing her job surprised not only her parents but herself.
When she was working attentively, she still turned off the silent mode of her cell phone. When Wu Mangmang got off work, it was already dusk/7 o'clock. She tilted her head back and rubbed her sore neck, took off her shoes, supported herself on the ground with her hands, and then put her feet on the wall and did a handstand for one minute.
It was on the subway that Wu Mangmang remembered that her cell phone had been turned to silent mode. She took it out and saw that she had seven or eight missed calls, two from her parents each, and the rest were all from Lu Qingqing.
Wu Mangmang was a little embarrassed, because Lu Qingqing, the "best friend", was in quotation marks.
In the circle of friends, Lu Qingqing can indeed be regarded as Mangmang’s best friend. The two of them like each other’s posts an average of three times a day.
But in the three-dimensional world, the number of times Wu Mangmang meets Lu Qingqing in a year can be counted on dozens of fingers.
In fact, Wu Mangmang is not very close to anyone in the three-dimensional world. After all, most people cannot accept her performance habit. Instead of being despised and rejected by others in the end, it is better to keep a distance.
But I really can't refuse this journey through the green and foggy scenery.
This time, Wu Mangmang got into trouble with Mr. Limited Edition, and it was thanks to Lu Qingqing's matchmaking that Mr. Limited Edition finally agreed to settle.
It is said that Mr. Limited Edition is a relative of Lu Qingqing.
Wu Mangmang looked at his watch and saw that it was only half past seven. After thinking for a moment, he squeezed out of the subway car that was like a sardine can and went to the other side to change trains.
By the time we reached the clubhouse through the fog, it was already half past eight.
This club owns the top three floors of the Binhai Building, but even those who work in the Binhai Building do not know that there are three floors on the top of the building. There is no button display on the elevator, and no one is idle enough to count the floors one by one to see whether the Binhai Building has the forty-sixth or forty-ninth floor.
Haichen Club has its own entrance and exit. She searched for half an hour in the fog but couldn't find the entrance. Finally, Lu Qingqing came out to pick her up and took her around to an inconspicuous elevator door.
When the elevator door opened, it looked like a world of gold and jade on the outside.
"Why did you come just now? Fortunately, the God of Wealth is still playing mahjong upstairs, otherwise I would have missed it." Lu Qingqing said very quickly.
"I came here by subway. The transfer station was too crowded. I had to wait for three trains before I could squeeze in." Wu Mangmang said.
"Subway?" Lu Qingqing suspected that she had heard it wrong.
Wu Mangmang shrugged. "My dad sold my Hummer to pay for my mistake. By the way, who is the God of Wealth you are talking about?"
Lu Qingqing looked at Wu Mangmang with an expression that said "Are you an alien?" Then, as if realizing something was wrong, she said, "By the way, you probably don't know him. Go back and ask your dad, he must know. Who do you think the God of Wealth is? He is the one who brings wealth to people. People in this city have to worship the God of Wealth if they want to get rich, but that's secondary. It doesn't matter whether you worship him or not. But if you offend the God of Wealth, you will definitely leave with nothing."
After hearing this, Wu Mangmang's heart skipped a beat and he looked at Lu Qingqing with doubt.
Lu Qingqing gave her a look that said "It's just what you thought."
Wu Mangmang cried out in her heart, "Oh my God!" No wonder her father didn't even care about her crying, making a fuss, and threatening to commit suicide this time. It seemed that she was really in big trouble.
"Come on, I'll take you to apologize. Don't think that everything will be settled just by paying the money. My uncle is not short of money." Lu Qingqing said.
Wu Mangmang grabbed Lu Qingqing's arm and said, "He is your uncle?" This is really a ray of hope after a dark period. It is easier to talk to close relatives.
Lu Qingqing rolled her eyes in embarrassment. "I'm still far away from him. I'm just calling him uncle just to get closer to him."
Wu Mangmang thought, could you please not speak in such a rhythmic manner next time
The suite that Lu Qingqing led Wu Mangmang into was a two-story building with a terrace of nearly 50 square meters outside. There was also a small swimming pool on the terrace, which could be used for parties. Standing on the terrace, one could overlook the sea.
The sea breeze made her misty hair flutter, so she quickly covered her head and walked inside.
Lu Qingqing asked Wu Mangmang to go to the bathroom to touch up her makeup and tidy up her clothes before coming out.
Then the two of them went straight to the second floor.
The view from the second floor is wider, with a 270-degree sea view. There is a mahjong table in the living room. Only four people are needed to play mahjong, but there are quite a few people watching.
There are one or two beautiful women sitting next to the men in three of the parties.
She is really beautiful, with all kinds of figures, purity and charm.
The only person who was missing from his side was recognized by Wu Mangmang at a glance. Who else could it be but Mr. Limited Edition
There was another person Wu Mangmang also knew, Lawyer Jiang who had once given her nightmares.
"Hey, isn't this the girl who was pregnant with your child last time?" Jiang Baoliang looked at Lu Sui jokingly.
Wu Mangmang had no good feelings towards Jiang Dazhuang, who was aggressive, domineering and bullying. She replied to him in her heart, "You are the girl, and your whole family are girls."
After hearing this, Lu Sui took his eyes off the cards and looked towards the fog with slightly squinted eyes.
The subtle expression of his squinting eyes made Wu Mangmang feel that she had smelled the male hormones that could disrupt her endocrine system again.
Lu Qingqing pushed Wu Mangmang from behind, and she came to her senses and staggered forward a step.
Oh my god, it’s a good thing that Wu Mangmang had just changed into a pair of canvas shoes in the office, otherwise he would have been pushed to the ground by Lu Qingqing.
Lu Qingqing definitely did it on purpose, but of course she meant well.
Even if Lu Sui didn't care about the fact that Wu Mangmang offended him, the people around him would naturally try their best to please him. The Wu family's small factory was not big enough to accommodate the staff, and it was easier than stepping on an ant to death.
Wu Mangmang was naturally aware of the situation, which was why he came forward shamelessly to apologize.
If Wu Mangmang fell down and made everyone in the hall laugh at this moment, it is very likely that a big thing would be turned into a small thing, and a small thing would be turned into nothing.
However, Miss Wu was unlucky today. She wore three-inch high heels nine out of ten days, but now she was wearing canvas shoes.
Lu Qingqing took two steps forward, and hurried to get ahead of Wu Mangmang to within one meter of Lu Sui, and said with a smile: "Uncle, Mangmang heard that you were here, so I came here specially today to apologize to you."
Wu Mangmang was so grateful to Lu Qingqing in his heart. Now was not the time to be pretentious. The more people of their class, the more they knew that being noble and having self-respect meant nothing. Others could squeeze out all your shit and piss with just a slight pinch, and at that time you would have completely lost your self-respect.
"Uncle." Wu Mangmang followed Lu Qingqing and shouted, also wanting to get closer to him and to express that he was the younger generation and asked the God of Wealth to show some mercy.
"Oh, you're dressed as my eldest niece again today?" Lu Sui sneered.