President, Our Egg Is Lost

Chapter 8

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Wu Yaoqiang still couldn't believe that Ji Xiaoyu, who looked as delicate as a big girl, could have this ability. It should have been just an accident, he had to think of a way to pull it back.

Wu Yaoqiang moved his wrists a bit. Fortunately, there was no problem, so he suggested, "Brother Ji, how about we two break our wrists?"

Brother Ji... Yes, I accidentally showed my hand just now, but it is still effective, stronger than those messy names before. Ji Xiaoyu smiled slightly: "Okay."

Then the two of them took their seats by the bedside table, and put their right arms on the table. One side is dark and strong, with well-developed muscles; the other side is fair and delicate, shaped like a tender lotus root, and the hatchback is in sharp contrast.

Wu Yaoqiang hesitated after seeing it, what would he do if he broke this kid's arm? At that time, not only will he be scolded to death by Old Li Tou, but he will also have to accompany him for medical expenses.

"Brother Qiangzi, please give me more advice." Ji Xiaoyu waited impatiently, and simply grabbed Wu Yaoqiang's hand and pressed his wrist halfway with a little force.

Wu Yaoqiang suddenly felt a strong force, and he didn't dare to take it lightly. His arm suddenly exerted force, the veins on his arm burst out, and he broke his wrist back again.

With Ji Xiaoyu's strength, breaking Wu Yaoqiang's arm was as easy as poking a crisp cucumber, but firstly, he didn't have such a big grudge with Wu Yaoqiang, and secondly, if he behaved too badly, he might be regarded as a monster, so he Holding back his strength, he and Wu Yaoqiang pretended to be deadlocked for about ten seconds before pressing his wrist on the table.

Ji Xiaoyu clenched his fists and said humbly, "Brother Qiangzi, let me go."

Wu Yaoqiang was so convinced of the loss that he had to believe it even if he didn't believe it. The look in Ji Xiaoyu's eyes immediately changed 180 degrees, "Brother Ji, why are you so strong? Have you ever practiced any kind of qigong and martial arts? Category?"

"Yes, I have practiced the family's ancestral kung fu since I was a child." Ji Xiaoyu nodded, and "hehehehe" gestured the movement of punching and kicking, "Don't look at me thin, in my hometown, I am a The invincible player who beat the whole town."

"No wonder, I'll just say it!" Wu Yaoqiang suddenly realized that he finally felt a little more balanced. It wasn't because of his own strength that he was inferior to others, but because of the origin of this kid's family education, and his ability was too unbelievable.

Thinking about what he had done before, he couldn't help feeling both ashamed and frightened, and hesitantly said: "Brother Ji, what the hell, I didn't mean to embarrass you before, it was... I was afraid that if you squeezed my position, Uncle Li would fire me. Squid, after all, I haven't come to work for more than two months. Uncle Li must have an opinion on me. To tell you the truth, my mother's condition has temporarily stabilized, but there is still a lot of expenses for follow-up treatment and recuperation. I need to save more money, I can't lose this job, so I deliberately make trouble with you, don't take it offense..."

"It's okay, in the future, brother Qiangzi, don't make it difficult for the younger brother." Ji Xiaoyu didn't expect to hear such a sentence, this big man with a fierce appearance turned out to be a dutiful son, thinking of his two fathers who had never met, in his heart It was a little sour for a moment, and the previous anger also disappeared, and in turn comforted Wu Yaoqiang, "Uncle Li now wants to expand the size of the small restaurant, just when he is employing people, just now he praised you as a great hero, and he definitely won't fry it. Yours, don't worry."

"That's good, that's good." Wu Yaoqiang smiled embarrassedly, and touched his short, hedgehog-like hair, his thick black face was faintly red.

The misunderstanding was resolved, Ji Xiaoyu relaxed and yawned, feeling a little sleepy. Turning around to look at the one-meter-two bed, I couldn't help but find it difficult. It must not be able to sleep two big men. Besides, he still has to hatch eggs, and it is even more impossible for him to sleep in the same bed with Wu Yaoqiang.

Wu Yaoqiang thought about it with him, and immediately said: "Brother Ji, this bed is too small and not strong, maybe it will be crushed by me, you should sleep, I will go downstairs to sleep."

Ji Xiaoyu said politely: "It's not good, there is a restaurant downstairs, there is no place to sleep."

Wu Yaoqiang explained with gestures: "Moving the table downstairs is much more spacious than the one in the attic, so you won't bump your head. There is also a folding wire bed in the warehouse. It's sturdy, and it won't collapse no matter how I sleep."

"Oh, well then, I'm welcome. Brother Qiangzi, good night, see you tomorrow."

"Hey, brother Ji, see you tomorrow!"

Brother Qiangzi and Brother Ji just didn't know each other. From the second day onwards, the atmosphere of Lao Li's restaurant has become very harmonious and friendly. The two guys have changed the rigid situation that they did not like each other in the past. They cooperated with each other properly, helped each other, and the work efficiency has been significantly improved. His business has reached a new level, making Old Li Tou so happy all day long.

In the morning a few days later, sunlight poured into the room through the gaps in the half-opened shutters, forming beams of light on the carpet beside the glass curtain wall.

Cheng Yutang put down the pen, moved his wrist, leaned back on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.

There was a knock on the office door, and he closed his eyes and said, "Come in."

Someone came in, walked to the desk and whispered, "Mr. Cheng, the background of the delivery boy has been checked. I'll put the information on the table for you. You can read it when you have time."

Cheng Yutang opened his eyes, took a thin page of A4 paper directly from Zhao Bai's novice, and swiped it up and down.

—Ji Xiaoyu, male, Han nationality, 20 years old, native of Qingshan Town, Xingcheng City, Province A, his parents died early, and he finished high school with the support of the villagers. He is politically popular and has simple social relations. On January 4, 2017, he entered Xingcheng Xinhao Hotel and became a room attendant with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan. During the period, he performed well, and his relationship with colleagues was average, and there was no special incident. On the morning of Christmas Day, December 25, 2017, he suddenly resigned and went home. He has not been out of Qingshan Town for half a year since then, nor has he been in contact with any outsiders. Until June 1 this year, I came to Ning City and worked in the "Lao Li Jiachang Restaurant" on Luosuo Street. The monthly salary is 2,800 yuan. I am mainly responsible for delivering food, and I am nicknamed "Luoji Street Yihua".

What the hell is a flower on Screw Street... The corners of Cheng Yutang's eyes twitched, staring at the piece of paper for a long time without making a sound.

Aside from this last, unknowable, vulgar nickname, the experiences listed on the paper are very simple and lackluster.

My parents died early and I only read high school, so life must be very difficult. On December 25th, Christmas morning, he suddenly left the job. It can be concluded that it was related to what happened the night before. I was afraid that he had reached an agreement with Han Qingshi in order to reverse the embarrassing economic situation. He climbed into his bed and sold his body. I left Xinhao Hotel and went back to Qingshan Town.

But why did he come out again after half a year, still working as a small worker in a fly restaurant that couldn't make it on the table at all

Is it because Han Qingshi didn't pay enough, or did Ji Xiaoyu squander the money from the transaction during half a year, and then had to go out to work again to earn money

2,800 yuan is not enough for a bottle of wine.

This brief background introduction allowed Cheng Yutang to grasp some information, but the previous doubts still existed, and at the same time, a series of new problems emerged.

Cheng Yutang turned around a simple tail ring on the little finger of his left hand, which was a habitual little gesture when he was lost in thought.

Zhao Baixin didn't hear the instructions after waiting for a long time, but he also knew that President Cheng was distracted by this delivery boy, otherwise he would not spend time thinking about it, so he asked flatly, "Mr. Cheng, do you need me? Arrange for him to see you tonight?"

Cheng Yutang frowned slightly in disgust. The first assistant was very smart, but sometimes he was too smart, which made him feel unhappy that his privacy had been offended.

He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he changed his mind at the end of the day, because he also wanted to figure it out earlier, so as not to hang around for nothing.

"Just order a takeout of Lao Li's home-cooked food for me at noon, and have him deliver it directly to my office."

Gee, are you so impatient? Some indescribable images flashed in Zhao Baixin's mind, but he answered quickly: "Yes, I'll call now."

A few minutes later, Ji Xiaoyu received a takeaway call from a man at Lao Li Jiachang Restaurant: "Is it Ji Xiaoyu? My surname is Zhao, and I want a Kung Pao Chicken set meal. You must come by yourself at 12 o'clock and take the special elevator. Delivered to Room 101 on the top floor of Hongsheng Building."

Kung Pao Chicken... Ji Xiaoyu shivered involuntarily, and then replied, "Okay, I'll deliver it to you on time at 12 o'clock!"

As a pheasant with a good appetite and a good body, Ji Xiaoyu eats everything except chicken and eggs. But he couldn't stop others from eating it. Every time he heard someone order chicken-related dishes, he couldn't help but fry.

After reporting the name of the dish to Li De, Ji Xiaoyu realized that today's takeout order is a bit unusual.

He has heard that the higher the floor of the Hongsheng Building, the higher the job level. If you can work on the top floor, even a cleaner who sweeps the floor may be more senior than the same staff on the lower floor.

Could it be that he is so famous now that even the high-level officials of Hongsheng have heard of it? Ji Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

When Old Li Tou fried the Kung Pao Chicken, Ji Xiaoyu packed the package and came to Hongsheng Building with a gust of wind.

After entering the elevator lobby, he crossed the staff elevator and came to the special elevator. There was a strong security guard next to him.

The security guard looked him up and down and asked blankly, "Are you Ji Xiaoyu?"

"Yes."

"Go in." The security guard pressed the door button and pressed the floor for Ji Xiaoyu.

"thanks."

Ji Xiaoyu entered the special elevator that was more spacious and luxurious than the staff elevator, and felt a little nervous for no reason.