dance like a butterfly

There is nothing wrong with saying that my colleague is a madman.

The customer came to our company because of the reputation. He only heard that our products have obvious effects after use, so he paid for it and asked to send a ton of goods for use.My colleague is a newcomer to the unit not long ago, and he has not figured out the technical parameters of our products at all. In the process of use, especially at what time, what part, what chemical materials should be avoided before using them, and even properly treat each other In terms of process adjustment and other aspects, it is a mess.

Knowing the working situation of my colleagues, I broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, it did not cause much loss to customers.

The customer sent a technical department to implement one by one according to my method, and the situation improved rapidly.

Customers are quite satisfied.

"Hong Xiaojun, you are really good!" The colleague said with a smile.

"You, you have to take a good look at our company's technical training notes after you go back. The process flow of each customer is not exactly the same. You dare not be so careless again. If you cause a big loss to the customer, you will have to compensate them."

I pat him on the shoulder.

Accompany the client to finish the meal, say goodbye, and then go back.

Fuping is less than two hours away from Xi'an.

In late autumn, there is bright sunshine outside the car window, and the air is filled with a rich rural atmosphere. The endless corn fields and occasionally a small piece of orchard slowly rotate and retreat outside the car window.

Colleagues whispered jokes, but due to the lack of sleep last night and the slight bumping and shaking of the bus, I fell asleep in a daze.

Suddenly, he was woken up by a colleague: "Old Hong, you call, call."

Although I am only one year older than my colleague, because he has been in the unit longer than him, he is still used to calling me Lao Hong.

It seems that the TV display is the old left.

I didn't answer the call, and when "Life Like a Summer Flower" finished singing, the call would be peaceful.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and sleep for a while, I received a text message from Old Zuo.

once shot the trunk all over

shoulder to shoulder but silent

looking for you now

The corridor leads to the bright place

I don't know if you can come back after work

Multiply one two three four...

I didn't reply to him, I dare not reply, if I do, he will call and send messages endlessly, his job is really very leisurely, there is not much to do in a day, but the salary is extremely high.

Just after reading this message, I received a new message.

It turned out that it was sent by 10086, saying that the phone bill was charged another [-] yuan.

Nobody does that except old leftists.

I have known him for more than a year, and he never tires of it, and he can't refuse it at all.

After a while, Lao Zuo sent a message, saying that he paid me the phone bill as if he was doing his best.

I shook my head helplessly.

At this time, I thought: what is Lao Han doing, did he catch up on sleep today?

Does he miss me now?

What will he look like when he handles things?Will you be like two different people when you are with me?

When I think of Lao Han, the three times I met him, and his clear words last night, I feel so comfortable as hell.

I really wanted to call him to say hello, but I was afraid of disturbing him.

If he was sleeping, or in a meeting, wouldn't that be nonsense?

How embarrassing it would be if he was with his wife.

I wanted to send him a text message, but I was afraid that he would not read it. He never mentioned reading the message.

Sorry I don't know what to do.

I was suffering like this, without any sleepiness.

But at this moment, the call I most wanted to hear came.

Ecstasy, drenched me like a torrential rain.

Lao Han asked me softly, whether things went well, and whether I was tired.

I said it went well.I originally wanted to say that I would not be tired when I thought of him, but with my colleagues by my side, I can only say lightly that I am not tired.

Lao Han said that he was in a district meeting and called me while he was in the bathroom.

I was instantly filled with happiness.

Lao Han also said that the meeting will probably be over soon, if there is nothing else, let me wait for him at the Chengbei Bus Station.

All the haze was blown away by the wind, leaving only sunshine in my heart.

Half an hour later, the car drove into Chengbei Passenger Station.

The colleague joked: "Are you going back with me, or are you waiting here for someone? If you go back with me, I will treat you to KFC. If you wait for someone, don't mention that I won't treat you to dinner this time."

I smiled: "Am I short of food or something? Please don't treat me as a trivial matter. Don't make this business mistake again in the future. I can treat you to dinner."

He was embarrassed, waved his hand, got in the car and left.

Chengbei Passenger Station is close to the North Second Ring Overpass.

I stared at this viaduct, which won the National Luban Award, and watched its smooth curves go back and forth. I remembered the scene when Lao Han and I sang. I want to be a good village chief who is clean and honest and does practical things for the people. Looking back at what he said, I feel that he has always done things according to his own way of doing things. The logic is rigorous and rigorous, and there is nothing wrong with the methods and methods. Its appearance is also pleasing to the eye. A person of his age is really like Lintong's fire-bottomed persimmons. It smells delicious when you look at it, and it tastes sweet when you eat it.

When I was thinking of Lao Han with a smile on my face, I heard him shout: "Hong Xiaojun, Xiaohui."

Turning around, he was smiling and waving at me in the car.