On the afternoon of October 1, it rained heavily in Beijing.
Due to the weather, the departure speed of the airport was extremely slow, and it was already past 1 a.m. when we landed at the destination Chengdu.
Finally, he stopped at a remote position and got on a shuttle bus that was packed like a can.
He barely held it until he got out of the car, his eyelids were too heavy to hold.
After changing from the hot and sticky outside to the terminal building where the air-conditioning is terribly low, Zheng Yizhan sneezed three times in succession at the luggage carousel and scolded in a low voice. A sentence - "Fuck!"
Chengdu is a southern city, and the heat in October has not subsided.
The temperature of this season, although Beijing does not have any advantages in comparison, is dry. Zheng Yi, who grew up in the north, could not find a peaceful posture with the humid southern city, especially in this "Chen Gong's territory".
Zheng Yi panicked.
When Qiu Mang arranged for him to come to Chengdu to accompany Chen Gong to investigate the scene together, Zheng Yi thought it simply: it was nothing more than to go to a scene and discuss the contract together; when he was packing his luggage this morning, Zheng Yicai became more and more frightened: "The slander ” and “Complaint” have not been resolved yet, and now I have unexpectedly learned of Chen Gong’s deepest pain point…
Zheng Yi was afraid that he would be killed by Chen Gong in revenge while he was on a business trip.
Although he didn't want to admit the fact that he was "afraid of Chen Gong" in front of Qiumang, Zheng Yi could still be a little more honest when he faced his heart. Every time there is a "head-on conflict" with Chen Gong in the company, it is because President Wang is on top, and Chen Gong can't do anything to himself.
But now that it is going to be one-on-one in Chengdu, Zheng Yi really can't think of how to get along with Chen Gong.
The more he thought about it, the more panic he became, Zheng Yi simply stopped packing his luggage and called Qiumang to beg for mercy: "Otherwise I won't go..."
Qiu Mang was overjoyed over the phone: "Didn't you always want to find an opportunity to apologize to him?"
Zheng Yi lowered his head dejectedly: "I'm afraid he will kill me before I can speak."
Qiumang grabbed Zheng Yi's words and said, "Didn't you say yesterday that you're not afraid of him?"
Zheng Yi was blocked by Qiumang again and was speechless.
After listening to Qiumang's unceremonious mockery on the other end of the phone in silence, he had no choice but to hang up the phone angrily, pack up his luggage, and set off for the airport in a "righteous death" mood.
While waiting for the checked luggage, Zheng Yi used the phone to contact the booked pick-up driver, while he walked out of the terminal with boxes and boxes. I don't know what "violent incident" happened during the check-in process. , so that one of the rollers of the trolley case was knocked out of the bearing; Zheng Yi was so sleepy that he had no strength to hold him accountable.
After leaving the terminal, the hot and humid air from outside poured into my nose and nose again.
Zheng Yi had a feeling of suffocation, he couldn't help trembling, and his body quickly started to sweat again. After being repeatedly soaked in sweat, the non-iron shirt on his body became soft and rotten, sticking sticky to his chest and back. You have to pull up the neckline a little so that the clothes, which are wet into a piece of translucent plastic sheet, will not recklessly reveal every inch of the structure of the chest to the people around.
Zheng Yi was irritable and helpless.
The hotel given by the company is in Chunxi Road, the most prosperous business district in Chengdu.
At this time, even if the road conditions are smooth, it takes half an hour to take a taxi from Shuangliu Airport. Zheng Yi lost to Sleepiness, leaned on the co-pilot and was about to take a nap, but was woken up by a call.
Looking at the word "Pharaoh" on the caller ID, Zheng Yi gritted his teeth and answered the phone: "Hello!"
A cheap voice mixed with sneering laughter came over: "Has the eldest son of Zheng landed?"
"Don't lift me up, President Wang!" Zheng Yiya responded sharply: "Thank you, I just got into the hotel car!"
"Young Master Zheng, don't get mad at me - Chengdu is a city with a lot of traffic, and if you want to stabilize the business there, then I can only send people I can trust in the company - it's not just you and Chen Gong. Yet?"
"My pleasure!" Zheng Yi frowned at the other end of the phone: "Don't fool me with three times the holiday salary, I'm not short of money, you should arrange more for Chen Gong for this money-making job - he's poor. -Chen Gong has been with you for so many years, can you still trust him to do things?"
Old Wang smiled flatteringly on the other end of the phone: "Who made our eldest son Zheng have first-class business ability! You know - that boy Chen Gong is a skilled worker and doesn't have any high-level aesthetics. Of course, we trust Zheng Jian's vision more! "
After receiving the personal approval of President Wang, Zheng Yi was a little overwhelmed, and then he put his fangs away and sighed: "Then I will take a vacation after the holiday..."
"Little Ancestor, I'm still clamoring for a vacation... I'm just asking you to go to Chengdu to play - isn't it fun to eat hot pot and watch the giant pandas?"
"..." Zheng Yi frowned and rolled his eyes, only to realize that Pharaoh couldn't receive his expression of resistance across the phone.
"Are you annoying Chen Gong?"
"you know too!"
"You two are my right-hand man, it's not good for old infighting!"
"It was he who offended me first!"
"Chen Gong has a stubborn temper and is younger than you—"
Zheng Yi interjected: "Bigger than me!"
"—Ok, he's older than you... Then you should listen to him more!"
Zheng Yi had a bunch of question marks on his head: "What's your logic?"
"Uh..." Old Wang was blocked by Zheng Yi's questioning and couldn't answer for a while, so he played haha and tried to fool the past: "Aiya, you two are comrades on the same front, and the friendship between comrades is a deadly friendship. Friendship doesn't need any logic! - Well, uncle will send you a big red envelope in a while, just as a meal supplement for you in private - you two comrades-in-arms will go eat, drink and play to ease the relationship, let's go on vacation Then continue to fight side by side, okay?"
"… "
"Well, it's fine if you agree! I know you're a sensible child, so don't worry about me!" After fooling around, Lao Wang performed a flawed yawn and added, "Oh, I'm old, I can't do it. I have to sleep with me! Uncle Wang is proud of both of you, darling!" ... and cut off the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Zheng Yi was a little suffocated.
Looking at the phone, the battery was only 8% left. He pulled out the power bank to charge the phone, leaned on the co-pilot and wanted to take a nap, but was woken up by a call.
Looking at the word "Eunuch Chen" on the caller ID, Zheng Yi answered the phone with gritted teeth: "Hello!"
A low voice came over without a trace of emotion: "Has the eldest son of Zheng landed?"
The nickname "Chen Gonggong" is a personal nickname given to Chen Gong by Zheng Yi - it is used to mock Chen Gong's "loyal" face for being obedient to President Wang.
Chen Gong usually has an indifferent personality. He has been working in HALOstudio for six years. There are no more people who can become friends with him than Zheng Yi met on the first day of his employment. However, Chen Gong and Wang Zong are very close, and listen to Wang Zong's words very much: Wang Zong said that Chen Gong would not go west, and Wang Zong said that Chen Gong would not say two.
In Zheng's eyes, Chen Gong has always been a lackey character "like an old eunuch".
—Only better than the old eunuch MAN...
- But since you want to mock him... You can't call him "old loyal minister", right? …
Zheng Yi picked up the phone, listening to Chen Gong calling himself "Master Zheng" in that familiar half-dead voice and asking himself, "Have you landed yet?" The sense of guilt that had accumulated recently disappeared in an instant. Jiuxiaoyun went out, and only habitually choked Chen Gong and said, "Can you answer the phone if you haven't landed?"
Chen Gong's side also obviously didn't want to entangle with Zheng Yi too much, so he just added coldly: "President Wang said that I should order some food for you in advance - 1205, you can get it yourself when you arrive."
"Just leave it at the front desk."
"Oh, that's right, I don't care about anything else. People from the scenic spot will come downstairs to pick us up at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't get up late."
"6 o'clock?!" Zheng Yi's eyes widened: "It's almost 3 o'clock now!"
Chen Gong said plainly, "I can't control this, you can do it yourself"... and cut off the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Zheng Yi was a little suffocated again.
After replying a dirty word to the busy tone, the car also stopped downstairs of the hotel.
Zheng Yi dragged a bulky suitcase into the hotel. Going to the front desk, while reporting the reserved mobile phone number, I reached out and tossed in the inner pocket of my shirt.
After a full five minutes of tumbling, I found that the ID card was missing.
The smile of the lady at the front desk has froze: "Sir, please show your ID..."
Zheng Yi rubbed his temples: "I seem to have lost my ID card."
"lost?"
"lost."
"Then what?"
When asked by the lady at the front desk, Zheng Yi was also stunned: "What should I do then?"
"Go get a temporary ID card - the nearest police station is about four kilometers away."
Zheng Yi said with a "tsk": "So... you check in for me first."
"We need to register ID cards."
"But it's so late..."
"No accommodating, strict investigation these days!"
"..." Zheng Yi felt that he was suffocating frequently today.
Walking out of the hotel lobby, Zheng Yi looked at the unfamiliar city with dim lights.
The air was still steaming with the damp heat of the end of the summer, and at this time a bit of coolness penetrated into the shirt from the back of the neck.
The phone in his pocket vibrated again, Zheng Yi took it out impatiently, looked at the number that he had noted as "Grandpa Chen" on the screen, and quickly moved his thumb to the hang up button—the attitude of resistance to Chen Gong had already formed Similar to the general subconscious behavior of "knee jerk reflex".
But when his eyes moved to the battery display "1%" inadvertently, his thumb stopped the momentum in an instant.
Although annoying, it seems that Chen Gong may be the only life-saving straw for his current predicament.
Zheng Yi cheered to himself: A man can bend and stretch!
Gritting his teeth, he pressed the answer button.
Then the phone turns off.
The mobile power supply has long been in a state where it can no longer be turned on.
Zheng put it back into his backpack silently, sat on the suitcase, and sneezed two times.
At this moment, Zheng Yi's forehead froze, sighing about his life...
- Once attacked by Chen, there will never be a good thing!