In the afternoon of the next day, Chen Hansheng took some people to the New Century Electronic Equipment Factory, and after contacting Zhao Chunming, the deputy logistics supervisor, he explained his arrangements.

Zhao Chunming glanced at the corner of his eyes, and there was Nie Xiaoyu, a woman who couldn't be said to be pretty, and said, "How come all of them look like college students."

Chen Hansheng handed over a cigarette and helped to light it: "It's enough if you can do things, regardless of their status."

Zhao Chunming has just received 1,000 yuan and two cigarettes. He is not good at picking up stabs now, nodded and said: "Since Brother Chen speaks, then I have no problem here."

Chen Hansheng turned his head and said to the part-time college student: "You go to the administrative building to familiarize yourself with the route first, and go back to school at night. I will accompany Director Zhao out to talk about something."

When Zhao Chunming saw Chen Hansheng knows the rules very well, his smile wrinkled: "Brother Chen is very good at life, and his future is limitless."

"Everyone gathers firewood and the flames are high, so we still have to rely on your help."

While being polite, Chen Hansheng drove his car to get out of the electronics factory. When he passed the gate, a burgundy sports car passed by.

Chen Hansheng glanced at the car that asked for directions at the beginning of school.

Zhao Chunming seemed to be a little afraid of that sports car, or to be more afraid of driving, he shrugged his shoulders and shrank his head.

Chen Hansheng wanted to know the identity of that woman, so he asked a topic: "Director Zhao, what would you like to eat tonight?"

"How about seafood?"

Zhao Chunming said directly, his plan is to choose expensive food.

When Chen Hansheng heard this, he couldn't help cursing in his heart: "Eat you numb seafood. The business of this factory costs more than 30,000 yuan a month. I have to pay my brothers a salary, and the seafood will cost more than 10,000 yuan. "

Zhao Chunming really did exactly what Zhong Jiancheng said, a bottomless pit, greedy and tasteless.

"Why, doesn't Chen always think it's expensive?"

Zhao Chunming leaned against the car window and looked at Chen Hansheng with unwavering expression.

"Why is it too expensive to eat? Just be happy."

Chen Hansheng said with a smile.

Zhao Chunming's application only eased.

"but."

Chen Hansheng said with a serious face: "This has been scientifically proven that we still eat less seafood in winter, especially for men, because it is not good for that."

"real or fake?"

Zhao Chunming, a thin middle-aged man, is most concerned about his ability, especially now that he feels more and more powerless, so Chen Hansheng hit his G spot with one sentence.

"of course it's true."

Chen Hansheng is very sure: "You know the five elements, winter is cold, seafood is also cold, mixed together will add cold to the cold, we men rely on the heat in the pubic pub, and if we eat seafood in winter, we will just extinguish it."

Seeing the believable expression on Zhao Chunming’s face, Chen Hansheng coughed and said: “In addition, the main ingredient of crab roe is polychlorinated biphenyls. After being absorbed by the human body, it will become serotonin. This thing can turn men into noodles. ."

"So exaggerated?"

Hearing Chen Hansheng talking about these professional words, Zhao Chunming began to believe it. After all, he looked at Chen Hansheng with admiration and said: "You know all these."

Chen Hansheng said disapprovingly: "I often watch the 10 sets of CCTV's Road to Health, should I still eat seafood?"

"Don't eat, don't eat."

Zhao Chunming quickly refused. It's not a joke. How can a man become noodles?

But Zhao Chunming didn't want to give up: "Then we will eat seafood in the summer. The combination of cold and hot will be the best for the body."

Chen Hansheng did not speak, wondering if you could stay in the factory till that time.

However, in such a chat, because they discussed the issue of "privacy", the two of them became "acquainted" a lot. Chen Hansheng asked casually, "I saw a sports car when I went out just now. Which leader is that in the factory? "

"She is not the leader."

Zhao Chunming said in a disdainful tone: "It's just reincarnation. If you don't understand anything, you will come to command blindly. Once you change the system, you will merge, and I will cut your salary by this little lady."

"Still a woman?"

Chen Hansheng pretended to be surprised.

Zhao Chunming was full of grievances: "It's just a woman, or a Hongkonger, maybe even under 30."

"This is playing the piano."

Chen Hansheng exhorted: "Your factory manager just **** her like this?"

Zhao Chunming also shook his head and sighed: "That's no way, this woman is a stockholder, so speaking of it, the director is still working."

But when it comes to Zhao Chunming, he also feels wrong: "Why are you a courier asking?"

"Curious, I'm just curious."

In fact, the content to be inquired is almost the same. Chen Hansheng said with a smile: "If you don't say anything, let's go to dinner."

I ate more than 200 for this dinner, and Zhao Chunming took a cigarette casually when he checked out. Chen Hansheng didn't say a word and settled the bill obediently.

Zhao Chunming saw that Chen Hansheng was very obedient, and then he wanted to relax with his feet.

Chen Hansheng used his toes to think and know what Zhao Chunming wanted to do, and deliberately drove him around the massage parlor near the police station.

In the end, Zhao Chunming was also persuaded, and returned to the factory with a cigarette in his hand.

After the greedy deputy head of logistics left, Chen Hansheng suddenly dropped his cigarette **** severely.

"A few dogs actually use Lao Tzu as a cash machine!"

Chen Hansheng was extremely annoyed, and he could accept food and drink, but it became a normal state, which was a **** insult.

Chen Hansheng thought for a while, and came to Bainaohui Computer City on Zhujiang Road.

He walked into a store and asked, "Do you have a recorder in your house?"

"What kind of recorder do you want? We have various grades here." Said the salesman.

Chen Hansheng estimated his requirements: "A miniature recorder that can recognize the tone and can also be carried on the body."

The salesman took out a thumb-sized machine: "338 yuan, no noise, enough standby time, support for computer sockets..."

He also wanted to say a few more words, Chen Hansheng threw off three 100 yuan tickets and left.

"Damn, so young, so cold, so awkward, it's better to buy a recorder, it won't be the FBI."

In 2002, the first film of "The Bourne" was released hotly, and the words FBI and CIA began to become popular in the mainland.

As for this recorder, Chen Hansheng naturally prepared it for Zhao Chunming.

This person can barely reach out for money the first time they meet ~lightnovelpub.net~ The second time they meet, they start endlessly asking.

Chen Hansheng's solution to dealing with such a difficult kid is to use candy in one hand and swords in one hand.

It's just that the candy is limited, beyond Chen Hansheng's endurance, that can only speak with swords and guns.

Walking out of the Computer City, Chen Hansheng was about to go back to school when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Are you here to pick me up?"

Shang Yanyan was wearing a long windbreaker with a good-looking but thin style. She was wrapped in black stockings on her legs. She bowed her body and shivered from the cold in the winter night.

Chen Hansheng looked around, waved his hand and said, "Get in the car."

"Okay, thank you, monitor father."

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