100 ways to be a scumbag boss

"Ah...it's convenient."

Yuan Dahai smiled awkwardly.

The master said, let him say that he is a black bear spirit?

Black...bear spirit?

Are you serious?

With a confused mood, he came to Mingjiaye's office.

With a gentle smile on his face, the man invited him to sit on the sofa. 1

There were two cups of tea on the coffee table. The soup was slightly thick, but it was hard to tell whether it was Pu'er or something else.

When Yuan Dahai was alone, he was still a little cautious, and his back was straightened a lot. Because he didn't know what medicine the other party was selling, even Xiao Ming didn't dare to scream.

"Uncle Yuan drinks tea."

"Hey, let's drink tea."

However, as soon as I took a sip, I coughed several times.

Why is it soaked in small green mandarin oranges?

He really can't get used to drinking this stuff, and he doesn't know why people who love tea are so obsessed with it. Yuan Dahai has to say that boiled water is the best, or beer is also fine. Drinking anything is better than drinking tea. Kuchichi Yes, he is not used to drinking this kind of thing anyway.

"Aren't you used to drinking?"

Ming Jiaye saw Yuan Dahai's embarrassment at a glance.

Then he got up and went to the freezer to get two cans of Red Bull, one for him and one for himself.

"Thank you."

"Uncle Yuan, I came here to ask you something."

Yuan Dahai held a cold Red Bull, his face was honest, but in his heart he started a barrage of complaints.

He hates Xiao Ming's high profile, which is not like that of a niece and son-in-law. Why don't you open a ring for Red Bull cans for him? Don't you know how to be kind and friendly without being official? Really, he is ignorant. He just doesn't have Xiao Song, Xiao Jian, or Xiao Ji. They hit the road. 2

Of course, when he met Ming Jiaye's eyes, he immediately became kind again.

"go ahead."

"I want to ask about Huanhuan's life experience."

Yuan Dahai, who was about to blurt out that I am a black bear spirit, took another mouthful of Red Bull!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Both parents are dead." He didn't know what to say. The master never chatted with him.

"Where are Huanhuan's parents from? I've seen your information and you don't have any brothers or sisters."

"Huanhuan's father and I are close brothers."

Ming Jiaye lowered his eyes and took a sip of the Red Bull in the bottle.

"Then how did you meet Huanhuan's father?"

"We just... met when we were cutting pigweed in the mountains." Yuan Dahai said nonsense.

Unexpectedly, Ming Jiaye actually chuckled when he heard this.

"Uncle Yuan, do you go to the mountains to get the pigweed in your hometown? It's quite unique."

Yuan Dahai's face turned red for a moment, and he pretended to be a strong-mouthed king: "I remember wrongly. I went to the mountain to do something, and then I met Huanhuan's father. I saved him, and we became sworn brothers in Jinlan, so Huanhuan After her parents had an accident, I took her home to live with her."

"Which of you is the elder brother and who is the younger brother?"

"Of course I am the younger brother, and he is the elder brother." Yuan Dahai spoke without thinking. After all, his daughter is still young, but Huanhuan is 19 years old, so the master's father must be older.

Ming Jiaye handed a piece of information to Yuan Dahai to read.

His eyelids twitched, he took the thing with suspicious eyes, and took a look... Good guy! In the column of Jinhuan’s biological father, his age is 35

Having a baby at 16?

However, it was indeed not as strict as it is now. Things that were originally unreasonable by visual inspection were actually somewhat reasonable.

He smiled coquettishly and sat awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

Ming Jiaye took out two cigarettes, gave one to Yuan Dahai, and lit one himself.

The sparks flickered brightly and dimly, slowly swallowing up the tobacco, and a lot of white mist rose up in the air.

He flicked the ash into the ashtray, his expression somewhat unclear.

"Uncle Yuan, you don't want me to hand you over to the special department." 1

Yuan Dahai was frightened, his face turned pale, and he almost knocked over the Red Bull in his hand.

The man gently bent his lower lip and asked again patiently: "So, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Have!"

"You say."