Bear Diary

Monday, August 2010, 10

According to Beijing time, it is eleven o'clock in the morning on the 11th, but it is early morning here.It's been a week, and the jet lag has made my sleep more difficult, so I just got up and sorted out the past month.

Xiaobai and I arrived in Beijing on the afternoon of September 9th. The weather was very hot. We arrived at the Beijing branch non-stop. The situation we saw was even worse than I imagined. The company was basically at a standstill.When Uncle Liu left, he took away several executives, and now he is in charge of the former deputy manager of the HR department.This is a short and fat middle-aged man, and when he saw Xiao Bai, he was sweating profusely and reported the situation these days.I don't know if it's because of the hot weather or the mess, but the fat manager kept sweating. He took out a gray handkerchief and kept wiping it.This scene always reminds me of some funny character in a funny movie.

Uncle Liu and Dad made an appointment to meet and talk on the 16th, but it seemed that both parties were not looking forward to the meeting. Dad didn't come in person, and I heard from the fat manager that Uncle Liu was also not interested.

Back at the hotel where I stayed, I discussed with Xiaobai and clarified the purpose of this time.It is almost impossible to get Uncle Liu to change his mind. What we have to do now is to stabilize Uncle Liu while contacting the owner of the store in private to minimize the loss.It was precisely for this purpose that we came a few days in advance. In the next two days, Xiaobai and I went to several stores, and some bosses were quite polite to us, after all, it was an old relationship.However, it is obviously perfunctory for us, going around and refusing to talk about the substantive content, and some simply avoid seeing it.It seems that Uncle Liu was well prepared.

On the morning of the 16th, Xiaobai and I were already ready to meet Uncle Liu according to the appointment, but before leaving the house, we received a call from the fat manager, saying that Uncle Liu was busy and told him that he couldn’t come, and that my dad didn’t come in person, so we met It doesn't make sense either.Xiaobai was so angry that he wanted to call his father right away.I stopped him and said that he might be really busy, let's wait.Xiaobai asked me what I was going to do, and I told him to continue to visit the boss of the Beijing store, because I was a newcomer, and it didn't make sense to go along, as I had other things to do.Xiaobai looked like he wanted to ask me what I was doing, but seeing that I didn't intend to take the initiative to say it, he held back his mouth.

I read Uncle Liu’s information before, and after Xiaobai left, I took the subway to stroll near Uncle Liu’s house by myself.In fact, I don’t have any specific ideas at this time, I just have a feeling that there should be gains.Uncle Liu has a house near the first ring road, where he and his family usually live.I reported Uncle Liu's name and entered the community without any problems.It is very big inside, with many flowers and plants, tennis courts, playgrounds, and a basketball court with very good rubber.It was the time for work and school, and there were no people in these places.But I found a figure in the shade of the flower bed next to the basketball court.

This was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in a wheelchair. I walked over and sat down next to him.The boy gave me a sideways look, then turned his gaze back to the basketball court, ignoring me.And I didn't intend to leave,

"Little friend, are you alone?"

The boy squinted at me again, and pushed the wheelchair away from me, but he still didn't want to talk to me.

Thinking about it now, I must have looked a lot like a strange Shushu with an evil heart.But I still didn't intend to give up, and I relied on him to move again: "Do you like basketball? Even though I'm so fat, I also like basketball very much. I like O'Neal, how about you?"

The boy didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't even give me a sideways glance this time, but he didn't push the wheelchair any farther either.

I talked to myself for a while next to him, and a very sturdy man came to look for the boy.This man is a typical northerner, tall and strong, with fierce facial features.The man saw me beside him, and gave him a sideways look. I wonder if everyone in their family knows this kind of sideways look?But he didn't say anything in the end, only told the boy that his father was coming back and wanted the boy to go home.The boy hummed, and the man pushed him away.