Refraction

On the afternoon of October 10, it rained heavily in Beijing.

Due to the weather, the departure speed of the airport was extremely slow, and it was already past 1 o'clock in the morning when we landed at the destination Chengdu.

In the end, it stopped at a far plane and got on a shuttle bus that was packed like canned food.

When I managed to get out of the car, my eyelids were too heavy to open anymore.

Changed from the hot and sticky outdoors to the terminal building where the air-conditioning is extremely low, and passed through it with rapid steps, Zheng Yizhan sneezed three times in a row at the luggage carousel, and cursed in a low voice. One sentence - "Fuck!"

Chengdu is a southern city, and the weather in October is still hot.

Compared with Beijing, the temperature in this season does not have any advantages, but it is dry anyway.Zheng Yi, who grew up in the north since he was a child, really couldn't find a peaceful posture with the humid southern city, especially in this "Chen Gong's territory".

Zheng Yi was quite flustered.

When Qiu Mang arranged for him to come to Chengdu to accompany Chen Gong to scout the scene yesterday, Zheng Yi had a simple idea: it was nothing more than going to scout the scene together and discussing the contract together; when he was packing his luggage early this morning, Zheng Yi became more and more afraid: "Slandering " and "complaint" have not been resolved, and now I accidentally learned of Chen Gong's deepest pain...

Zheng Yi was afraid that Chen Gong would kill him in retaliation 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 Qiu Mang, when facing his own heart, Zheng Yi could still be a little more honest - Zheng Yi knew that he had a bit of "fake tiger prestige" in his daily life: In the company, whenever he had a "frontal conflict" with Chen Gong, he relied on the leadership of Mr. Wang, and Chen Gong couldn't do anything to himself.

But now that he was going to fight one-on-one in Chengdu, Zheng Yi really couldn't think of what attitude he should use to get along with Chen Gong.

The more he thought about it, the more he panicked, Zheng Yi simply stopped packing his luggage and called Qiu Mang for mercy: "Otherwise, I still won't go..."

Qiu Mang was overjoyed on the phone: "Didn't you always want to find a chance to apologize to him?"

Zheng Yi said dejectedly: "I'm afraid I'll be killed by him before I have time to speak."

Qiu Mang grabbed Zheng Yihua's head and said, "Didn't you say yesterday that you are not afraid of him?"

Zheng Yi was blocked again by Qiu Mang, unable to speak.

After silently listening to Qiu Mang's unceremonious ridicule on the other end of the phone, he had no choice but to hang up the phone angrily, packed his luggage, and set off for the airport with a feeling of "going to die with righteousness".

While waiting for the checked luggage here, Zheng Yi contacted the driver who had booked to pick up the airport by phone, and at the same time walked out of the terminal with his suitcases in a staggered way—something "violent incident" happened during the check-in process ", so that one of the rollers of the trolley case was knocked and the bearing was damaged; Zheng Yi was so sleepy that he didn't have the strength to pursue the responsibility.

After leaving the terminal building, the hot and humid air outside poured into his nose and nose again.

Zheng Yi had a feeling of suffocation, he couldn't help trembling, and his body quickly broke out in a thin sweat.The non-iron shirt on his body was soaked in sweat repeatedly, and it became limp and rotten, sticking stickily to the chest and back.The neckline should be pulled up a little, so that the clothes, which are wet into a piece of translucent plastic cloth, will unscrupulously reveal every inch of the structure of the chest to the people around them.

Zheng Yi was irritable and helpless.

The hotel assigned by the company is on Chunxi Road, the most prosperous business district in Chengdu.

Even if the road conditions are clear at this time, it takes at least half an hour to take a taxi from Shuangliu Airport.Zheng Yi was overwhelmed by sleepiness, leaned on the passenger seat and was about to take a nap, but was woken up by a call.

Looking at the word "Lao Wang" on the caller ID, Zheng Yi answered the phone through gritted teeth: "Hello!"

A cheap voice mixed with sarcasm came over: "Has Mr. Zheng landed?"

"Don't flatter me, Mr. Wang!" Zheng Yiya responded sharply: "Thanks to you, I just got on the car to the hotel!"

"Mr. Zheng, don't get angry with me—Chengdu is a city with a lot of traffic. If I want to stabilize the market there, then I can only send someone I can trust in the company—not just you and Did Chen attack?"

"My pleasure!" Zheng Yi frowned on the other end of the phone: "Don't fool me with three times the holiday salary, I am not short of money, you should give Chen Gong more money-making errands - he is poor. Besides ——Chen Gong has been with you for so many years, can you still not trust him in his work?"

Old Wang smiled obsequiously on the other end of the phone: "Who made Mr. Zheng's business ability first-rate! You also know—that kid Chen Gong is a skilled worker, and he doesn't have any advanced aesthetics. Of course, we trust Supervisor Zheng's vision more. !"

Having received Mr. Wang's personal approval, Zheng Yi was a little overjoyed, so he put away his fangs and sighed, "Then I'm going to take a vacation after the festival..."

"Little ancestor, you are still clamoring to take a vacation...I just want you to go to Chengdu to have fun—isn't it fun to eat hot pot and watch giant pandas?"

"..." Zheng Yi frowned and rolled his eyes, only to realize that Pharaoh couldn't receive his expression of resistance through the phone.

"Are you annoying Chen Gong?"

"you know too!"

"You two are my right-hand men, old infighting is out of the question!"

"He was the one who offended me first!"

"That kid Chen Gong has a stubborn temper, and he's younger than you—"

Zheng Yi interjected: "Older than me!"

"—Okay, older than you...then you should listen to him more!"

Zheng Yi had a bunch of question marks on his head: "What kind of logic is this?"

"Uh..." Lao Wang was blocked by Zheng Yi's questioning for a while, so he couldn't get back to his words for a while, so he laughed and tried to fool him: "Oh, anyway, you two are comrades-in-arms on the same front, and the friendship between comrades-in-arms is deadly. , There is no need for logic in such things as friendship!——Let’s do this, uncle will send you a big red envelope in a while, just treat it as a meal supplement for you in private——You two comrades-in-arms will go to eat, drink and have fun to ease the relationship after the end of the scene , let's continue to fight side by side after the holiday, shall we?"

"..."

"Well, it's good if you agree! I know you are a sensible child and don't need me to worry about it!" After fooling around, Lao Wang performed a yawn full of loopholes, and added irrefutably, "Oh, I'm old and I can't do it!" I have to sleep with me! Uncle Wang is proud of you two, be good!"...then cut off the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Yi was a little suffocated.

Looking at the phone, the battery was only 8%. He pulled out the power bank to charge the phone, and leaned on the co-pilot just about to take a nap, but was woken up by a call.

Looking at the three characters "Chen Gonggong" on the caller ID, Zheng Yi answered the phone through gritted teeth: "Hello!"

A deep voice came over without any emotion: "Has Mr. Zheng landed?"

The nickname "Eunuch Chen" was Zheng Yi's private nickname for Chen Gong—it was used to ridicule Chen Gongwei's "loyalty" face.

Chen Gong usually has an indifferent personality. He has worked in HALOstudio for six years, and the number of people who can become friends with him is not as many as Zheng Yi met on the first day of employment.But Chen Gong and Mr. Wang are very close, and he listens to Mr. Wang's words: Mr. Wang said that Chen Gong would not go west, and Mr. Wang would not say anything when Mr. Wang said Chen Gong.

In Zheng's eyes, Chen Gong has always been a running dog "like an old eunuch".

——It's just better than the old eunuch MAN...

——But since you want to ridicule him...you can't call him an "old loyal minister" right? ...

This room, Zheng Yi picked up the phone, and heard Chen Gong call himself "Master Zheng" in that extremely familiar half-dead voice and asked himself "Did you land?" Jiu Xiaoyun went away, and only habitually choked Chen Gong and said, "Can I answer the phone if I haven't landed?"

Chen Gong obviously didn't want to entangle Zheng Yi too much, so he added coldly: "President Wang told me to 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 just right, I don't care about anything else. People from the scenic spot will pick us up downstairs at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, so don't get up late."

"6 o'clock?!" Zheng Yi's eyes widened: "It's almost 3 o'clock now!"

Chen Gong said flatly, "I don't care about this, you can figure it out yourself"...and cut off the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Yi was a little suffocated again.

After answering a dirty word to the busy tone, the car also stopped downstairs of the hotel.

Zheng Yi dragged his bulky suitcase into the hotel.Going to the front desk and reporting the reserved mobile phone number, he reached out and fumbled in the inside pocket of his jacket.

After tumbling for 5 minutes, I found that the ID card was missing.

The front desk lady's smile froze: "Sir, please show your ID..."

Zheng Yi rubbed his temples: "I seem to have lost my ID card."

"lost?"

"lost."

"What should I do?"

When asked by the lady at the front desk, Zheng Yi was also dumbfounded: "Then what should I do?"

"Go and apply for a temporary ID card—the nearest police station is about four kilometers away."

Zheng Yi gave a "tsk" sound: "So... you can check in with me first."

"We need to register ID cards."

"But it's so late..."

"I can't accommodate you, the investigation is strict these days!"

"..." Zheng Yi felt that he was suffocating frequently today.

Walking out of the hotel lobby, Zheng Yi looked at the dimly lit strange city.

The air was still steaming with the damp heat of the end of summer, and now a little 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 on the screen that he noted as "Chen Gonggong", and quickly moved his thumb to the hang up button—the attitude of resistance to Chen Gong was over. Form a general subconscious behavior similar to the "knee jerk reflex".

But when his eyes inadvertently moved to the battery display "1%", his thumb stopped the momentum in an instant.

As annoying as it is, it seems Chen Gong may be the only lifeline in his current predicament.

Zheng Yi cheered himself up and said: 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 the switch can no longer be pressed.

Zheng Yi silently put it back into the backpack, sat down on the suitcase, and sneezed twice.

At this moment, Zheng Yi's forehead felt cold, and he lamented his life...

——Once attacked by Chen Gong, nothing good will ever happen!