non-contractual relationship

In the eyes of this man, this scene naturally has other meanings: "Okay, let me explain to you first? Can you confess to me again?"

The man took a few steps forward, staggered away from Ankang, and slapped furtively: "Well, I don't have a high degree of education, and most of my hangouts are individual tourists. Generally speaking, the price is the same for one night."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and approached Ankang, and asked curiously: "What about you, how is your market going? Everyone is doing this..."

"Hey! What are you pushing me for? If you have something to say, talk about it, hey! Don't close the door. Fuck!"

When Ankang heard "Everyone is", he didn't know where the strength came from, walked to the door, pulled the man and threw him out.

The man started yelling and cursing outside the door, saying all sorts of nasty words, occasionally mixed with a few curse words to dismiss bystanders.

The sound did not dissipate for a long time.

Ankang locked the door, couldn't stay by the door for a moment, and immediately went back to his bed, took out the earphones and mobile phone from the bedside cabinet, and after connecting them, turned the volume to the maximum, ignoring the mobile phone warning, After stuffing it into his ears, he carefully pulled out the document he had just loaded, shaking his hands, counting the pages over and over again, trying to calm himself down.

The shouting outside the door finally disappeared.

Lu Hong is on the day shift today, but because of the showdown with An Lan yesterday, she was so uncomfortable that she didn't close her eyes all night.I took some free time at noon and went back to the dormitory to rest, when I heard a series of scolding such as "I became a □□ memorial archway" and "It's all sold out for the sake of Qinggao".This kind of talk is what she hates the most. She went out and took a look, and found that it was the person she had been following all along. With the anger she had had with An Lan yesterday, she directly took the phone and secretly recorded the video: She wants to see , How did An Lan explain this matter.

The foreman didn't know what wind he heard, and quickly appeared and scolded the waiter outside the door.

A turmoil disappeared on the surface without a sound.

At two o'clock in the morning, Ankang and another colleague handed over shifts. As soon as they walked to the dormitory, the mobile phone in their trouser pocket vibrated.

Ankang took it out and took a closer look. It was indeed Zheng Feihe's phone call. He pressed it through: "Hello?"

Zheng Feihe's voice was tired: "Auntie said that you are not in the apartment these few days, where have you been?"

"...I'm in Yuehua, just got off work."

"Oh, that's fine. I'll pick you up in my car now. Rest at home today, okay?"

"...Well." Hearing the word "home", Ankang couldn't say anything to refuse.Even if such an incident happened this afternoon, he still doesn't know how to face Zheng Feihe for the time being, and most of the defenses in his heart have collapsed.

Zheng Feihe on the other end of the phone didn't notice anything, so he put the phone on the bracket beside him, started the car, and while observing the surrounding situation, he suggested: "There should be quite a lot of people in Yuehua tonight, I'll just drive Wait for you in the parking lot. Brother Lan has always reserved a place for me."

Inexplicably connected with the day's events, Ankang held the phone, lowered his head, and spat out the word "no" with difficulty.

He was a little afraid that Zheng Feihe would be unhappy or that his proposal would make this person feel inconvenient.

A few raindrops were suddenly stuck to the car window, forming a crackling formation in a blink of an eye.

It's raining.

Zheng Feihe, who was waiting to turn at the exit with the lights on, started the windshield wipers. There was no displeasure in his tone, but he was a little happy. After all, Ankang seldom said no to him. On the contrary, he felt happy. Hearing the sound of breathing over there, Zheng Feihe took the initiative to hand over the ladder: "Then where do you think it is convenient?"

Ankang thought for a while, and took a few steps forward: "North-South Avenue, it's convenient for you to park near there."

A chuckle came from the phone: "It's convenient for me to park, what about you? It's not convenient for you to walk over, have you thought about it?"

Ankang didn't know how to pick it up, and Zheng Feihe cursed softly with a smile: "Fool. Then it's at the intersection of North-South Avenue and Baiyang Road, so you can get there a few steps out of Yuehua."

"En." Most of the negative emotions of being maliciously speculated were blown away by these two questions, Ankang's face burned a little, and he agreed.

Zheng Feihe steered the steering wheel with one hand, rubbed his eyebrows and feet with the other, and remembered that he didn't bring an umbrella today, and he took the umbrella on the car home last time, so he asked again: "Did you bring an umbrella? It's raining here."

Ankang didn't like to bother others since he was a child. Paper, handkerchief, umbrella and mosquito repellent were all in his bag and carried with him at all times, but now his bag is still in the dormitory, which will be heard from Zheng Feihe. With the sound of pattering rain, he said perfunctorily with a little lack of confidence: "It didn't rain on my side, but I brought an umbrella."

Zheng Feihe was not at ease: "Really? Liar is a puppy."

Ankang remembered the previous agreement between the two, fell silent on the phone for a while, and then "barked" twice into the microphone.

Zheng Feihe laughed so hard that his whole body was in good spirits. What kind of honest person is this? Anyone who lied to someone who wanted to learn how to bark like a dog would remember it so seriously: "Okay, okay, I won't reply. En , then you should come out according to the time, I drove there for about half an hour. It’s raining and the ground is slippery, remember to be safe and wait for me. I won’t say much on the phone.”

It began to rain lightly near Yuehua, and Ankang, who turned around to get his things from the dormitory, said "goodbye" and hung up the phone.

When Ankang returned to the dormitory after answering the phone, he ran into a little brother holding an umbrella at the back door, and the two became friends, so they didn't see the cold light flashing past in the dark at the alley.

Standing behind the cold light with a cigarette in her mouth, Lu Hong said, "I said, what... you are holding is a controlled knife?"

The waiter who went to Ankang to inquire about the price in the afternoon heard the sound, the knife in his hand slipped, and quickly held it steady again, turned around and looked at Lu Hong calmly: "It's not a good thing to meddle in your own business." Habit."

Lu Hong took off the cigarette held between her lips, let out a long breath, didn't even look at the person in front of her, and then took a deep breath between her lips, and that bit of crimson was quickly lost in the night after consuming the shredded tobacco. .

The soot fell to the ground, and Lu Hong said without fear, "It's not a good habit to betray yourself. What do you think?"

The waiter snorted, didn't want to say much, put the things in his arms, and was about to walk away.

An Lan's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "You have been fired, He Cheng."

Lu Hong looked at the gloomy expression of the person in front of her, and heard him ask: "Mr. An, what did I do wrong?"

An Lan didn't have that much time to talk to him, one Ankang was his interest, two or three were troublesome.The mess that this person made at the gate of Ankang in the afternoon is already a joke that everyone knows and everyone knows.Ankang is easy to arrange, the big deal is to push back to Feihe, but if this person is not resolved, Lu Hong will definitely not stop.His large nursery school is also difficult to run...

The manager also gave an opinion in the afternoon, saying that this person has been blinded for a long time, and staying in Yuehua will only bring more troubles, so he should be fired to save trouble.

"Mr. An!" He Cheng's voice was filled with resentment: "What did I do wrong, and I don't have bad manners? Why should I be fired!"

After saying that, An Lan's movement of turning around was only half completed. Hearing this, he stopped in his footsteps, chuckled lightly, turned his head towards the rushing manager, and left on his own.

Lu Hong raised her eyebrows and put her pockets in the back, watching how the manager tried to dissuade He Cheng——she still didn't believe that Yuehua was a serious business place, and all the things in front of her were just acting.

The manager quickly took over and took control of the situation.Seeing that the security guards behind him stopped He Cheng who wanted to ask for clarification, the manager persuaded him: "Firing employees is a normal business practice as long as it does not violate the contract law. There is essentially no difference between firing you and hiring you. There is no difference. If you really did not breach the contract, then the club will compensate you according to the law, and there is nothing to be unwilling to do now, ah."

He Cheng's mood suddenly changed, and he resorted to bitter tricks, crying to the manager: "Manager, you know, my family is so difficult, and my mother's illness needs money! I can't lose this job!"

The manager nodded, looked at He Cheng who was kneeling and howling on the ground, straightened his sleeves behind the security guard, and said earnestly: "He Cheng, there are not too many difficulties in this world, and they are not too few. But there's one thing I don't think you've figured out yet."

He Cheng's sobs gradually died down, and he looked up at the manager.

The manager looked at He Cheng's reddened eye circles, let go of the hand that straightened his sleeves, dusted off the dust, and put his hands into fists in front of him: "Your mother passed away last June, what are you doing now?" , What do you want, you have a clear mind. Don't involve the story on the dead. The dead are the greatest, are you right?"

"My mother, my mother..." He Cheng grabbed the security guard's sleeve and asked a few questions hastily.

"It's not an excuse that can last forever." The manager looked straight at He Cheng and finished the last stabbing: "You can carefully recall what expensive gifts you received in those few days, or you went to He Cheng again Where is the chic? I guess, your family didn't tell you about your mother's death, right? You shouldn't care too much about it, otherwise you wouldn't be ignorant until now. Don't worry, although your family didn't contact you, But everything was handled very well. The subsidy for the clubhouse was in place at that time."

He Xiangxiang slipped and fell to the ground as if he had been cramped. He really didn't know the news.His mother didn't accept him earning money like this, so she severed relations with him two years ago...

The manager handed An Bao a red envelope, and An Bao took it and stuffed it into He Cheng's trouser pocket.

The group turned around and left.

He Cheng's greedy appearance, so familiar, made Lu Hong a little shaken—is her brother really not involved in the Moby Dick case?Didn't he really help those people do what they shouldn't?When he... did these things, did he do it voluntarily?

The hand holding the cigarette trembled, and Lu Hong didn't want to see He Cheng's sad look, so she simply threw away the cigarette, turned around and went back to the club, naturally she didn't see it, since they all After leaving, He Cheng was drenched in the rain for a long time before he got up from the ground and stumbled out. Before he had gone far, several people came out from some dark alley and followed behind him...