The roar of the engine resounded in the night, and the wind howling beside my ears was less wild and more gentle because of the helmet.

"As long as I am fast enough, monsters and monsters cannot catch up with me."

The surrounding scenery was going backwards crazily. Yan Ge leaned over slightly and increased the speed of the car.

Born and raised in a rural area, no matter what kind of education you receive, you will more or less know some taboo information.

There is no way to verify or prove these contents. They are passed down from mouth to mouth, from young to old, and they always maintain their vitality strangely.

On that road just now, he always felt like someone was blowing on his neck. That feeling was really terrible!

If you have more respect, you will never suffer a loss...

When he returned to the unit, the concierge asked him to stop even though he was already familiar with his appearance.

He took off his helmet and put his face to the window of the security room. After handing in his ID, he carefully asked the concierge to check his appearance.

Facial recognition devices have been installed in units, but this entry process has not been abolished.

"Well, Yan Ge, it's you."

After getting the uncle's approval, Yan Ge straightened up and said with a smile: "Uncle, don't you find it troublesome to check it every time?"

They were already at their destination, and Yan Ge did not intend to put on his helmet again. He hung the helmet on the handle and prepared to push the car in.

"No trouble, no trouble, always be careful. This is my job!"

The old man with age spots on his face grinned, revealing a set of uneven yellow teeth. The calculus between the teeth was very obvious.

"Uncle, during the last physical examination at work, didn't you get a coupon for teeth cleaning? Didn't you use it?"

"What do I use it for?"

As he said that, the concierge picked his mouth a few times with his fingers...

Yan Ge looked at the concierge's dentures in his hand with a confused look on his face...

"Uncle, these are dentures."

"Yes, these are dentures, but dentures like this can be completely fake." The concierge put the dentures back into his mouth, took a few sips, and after feeling comfortable, he responded, "How do you feel about me?"

Her teeth are still growing well..."

"That's true. If your teeth are all white and neat, at your age, you shouldn't." After thinking about it, he understood the uncle's idea and said Yan Ge obediently.

After chatting for a while, Yan Ge pushed the car and left.

In the office, the placement of documents is very messy.

Except that the leaders can look refreshed when inspecting, this is basically the case here.

When he first started working, Yan Ge was also used to arranging documents neatly. Later, he found that deliberately arranging them neatly was a waste of time. There were too many things to deal with every day. This kind of neatness should be done away with...

....

As for documents, as long as you can find where to put them, why do you need to place them in a way that meets the formal requirements?

Of course, it's messy here, but it's definitely not dirty.

The cleaning work of the unit has been outsourced through bidding, and dedicated people come to clean it every day. I heard that they are service staff from five-star hotels and are very good at cleaning. As for the details, Yan Ge has not understood it.

There is too much information every day, and there are too many things to deal with, ranging from life-threatening traffic accidents to helping pets find homes for "walking" on the highway...

People's energy is limited, and he also knows that he is not the kind of energetic person, so for information, unless it is the kind of "old mobile phone, broken mobile phone, washing machine" that keeps nagging in his ear, he

Only useful ones will be intercepted. As for the others, you may have heard of them but forgotten them in a blink of an eye.

"Brother Yan, is uncle okay?"

"fine."

"If something like that happened, wouldn't you stay with him?"

"There is still a lot of work to be done. The old man is fine and in a good mood. Let me tell you, when I was taking notes just now, he was still in the mood to help me arrange a blind date..."

Chatting is just to adjust the mood. Those who still have this point in the work unit have things at hand.

As we chatted, the office became quiet. We could only hear the rustling of papers and the sound of someone yawning and stretching. Half a year ago, when the chairs were not all replaced, there was always a loud squeaking sound when the buttocks moved.

obviously.

As time passed without stopping, a colleague stood up, jumped around, stretched, yawned and asked, "Does anyone want a late-night snack?"

"I want to eat skewers." "Okay."

"I want to eat pork offal noodles." "Okay."

"I want to eat 60-year-old vermicelli." "Okay."

"..." "..."

"I want to eat snail noodles." "...That's okay."

Every time this time comes, everyone will spontaneously and enthusiastically put forward their demands. Several colleagues who were sleeping were woken up by being slapped. When asked what they wanted to eat, their down-time brains rang for a long time before they said anything.

"Bring me some milk tea."

This kind of spontaneous activity has been going on for a while and there are rules - everyone takes turns to buy.

This time, it happened to be the turn of strict reform.

He counted what everyone wanted to eat, checked it again, took out his wallet from the drawer, and went out...

After walking out of the unit and sitting on the steps outside the door, Yan Ge began to place orders on his mobile phone to find errands. Although he would have to pay extra, this would buy him ten to twenty minutes.

This time was enough for him to smoke a cigarette happily without being disturbed by anyone.

It's worth exchanging money for time.

The cigarette butt flashed brightly and dimly, and the smoke came out of his mouth and was quickly carried away by the night wind.

The errand boy came on a small electric donkey. He was not wearing a helmet. He really wanted to punish him, but this was not his authority.

After counting his belongings, yes, after reporting the transaction code to the other party, Yan Ge asked him to wait a moment, trotted to the security room, and knocked on the window.

"Yan Ge, what are you doing?"

"Uncle, do you still have a helmet?"

"Yes, what do you want to do?"

"Give me one and I'll give it away."

The roses were given to others, and the fragrance lingered in their hands. In addition to paying online, Yan Ge also took out a ten-dollar note from his wallet and handed it to the errand boy.

Those who are still working at this point deserve to be rewarded.

Amid the other party's thanks, Yan Ge returned to the work unit, only to be stopped by the concierge, which made him extremely depressed.

"Uncle, don't you know that I am Yan Ge?"

"You know, you know, the rules are the rules, let me check it carefully."

"..."

When I returned to the office, there was no need to say hello, everyone came by themselves, took their portion and returned to their seats. As for the person who asked to buy snail noodles, he took the snail noodles outside the office.

When the time comes, Yan Ge can just post the money in the group, and everyone will take the initiative to transfer it.

Yan Ge took his beef noodles and returned to his seat. He picked out the beef and finished it before he started eating the noodles.

This is his habit, and when he eats beef, he also habitually opens his wallet. There is a photo inside, which is a photo of a girl holding a cow...

"The cattle are here, but the people are gone."

...

...

The desk lamp I picked up for use flickered and flickered. The concierge slapped it hard a few times, and it returned to normal again.

But not long after, the lights started to flash again, and the concierge said impatiently:

"Daughter, I've told you many times that he can go in, but you can't."
Chapter completed!