Rekindle 2012

Chapter 23 Zhu Xiang
Feng Shuangshuang's job handover went smoothly. She handed in her label and the clothing fee was deducted. After that, her salary was... well, she still wasn't given her salary. She was told that it would be paid out together with the other people's salaries next month.

Although Feng Shuangshuang said that he needed money urgently and could not wait that long, the other party still had a tough attitude, saying that he could not violate the company's rules for one person. Feng Shuangshuang had no choice but to come back first.

She was still a little worried about not receiving her salary.

That was the hard-earned money he had worked hard for more than a month. After deducting food and clothing expenses, there was still more than 900.

"It's okay, don't worry..."

Li Chenyang put a piece of fried pork into Feng Shuangshuang's bowl and comforted him a little.

"Riquan Electronics Factory is a regular factory and will not miss you this little money. We are not in a hurry to go home anyway. We are waiting for No. 15. If the salary is not credited to your card, I will accompany you to find them. "

Feng Shuangshuang hummed and nodded.

"Eat more."

Li Chenyang pinched her face.

Then he said: "Grow some fat quickly."

Feng Shuangshuang is too thin. In Li Chenyang's impression, her weight has never exceeded one hundred kilograms. You must know that her height is close to 1.7 meters. This figure can only be described as thin.

Now that she no longer has to work hard on the assembly line, Li Chenyang decided to let her eat more meat and take good care of her body.

No matter what you do, having a good body is the prerequisite.

"How much did you pay for these two computers?"

Feng Shuangshuang looked at Li Chenyang who was tinkering with the computer after eating and asked.

When she came back, she saw two laptops at home, and she didn't know when Li Chenyang bought them.

Feng Shuangshuang's family is poor. For so many years, she has never used a laptop. Even a desktop computer has only been used during microcomputer classes at school.

"It cost more than 8000."

Li Chenyang opened the Baofeng video player.

"So much." Feng Shuangshuang clicked her tongue. Just now, she was worried about not getting more than 2000 yuan in salary. Li Chenyang spent more than 8000 yuan to buy a computer.

Li Chenyang said with a smile: "More than 4000 computers can only be considered average, but they are barely enough for watching movies and listening to music. From now on, when you go to work, you can watch movies and chat with customers at the same time."

Li Chenyang searched in the program list and clicked on "Love Apartment" at the top of the rankings.

This is the first episode of iPartment. Li Chenyang has watched it countless times. Every time he watches it, he still laughs at the plot inside.

Feng Shuangshuang was eating rice and watching the TV series. When she saw the funny point, she couldn't help but laugh and choked the rice directly into her nose. The rice was mixed with fried pork oil and it was so spicy that she cried. It's almost flowing out.

Li Chenyang laughed loudly and quickly helped her pour water.

After lunch, Li Chenyang began to teach Feng Shuangshuang how to work, such as how to communicate with customers, how to record orders, and how to assign orders.

He taught very carefully, and Feng Shuangshuang studied carefully.

This woman was very serious about her work and soon got into the mood. The desk became her desk and the only chair became her work chair.

"I type too slowly..."

Feng Shuangshuang quickly realized his problem.

She memorized everything Li Chenyang said, but she typed very slowly when chatting, and she could only reply after someone else said a few words.

Seeing her typing with two fingers, Li Chenyang smiled slightly and did not correct her. He just said: "It's okay. Just practice typing slowly. This cannot be practiced overnight. It takes a long time."

"What if it affects work?"

"It won't affect you. Slow down, just be careful with your customers. What's the point of typing fast? It's not like quarreling with others."

Feng Shuangshuang's imagination was wide open and he asked again: "Then what if someone scolds me?"

Li Chenyang said: "Then leave it to me. I'll scold him to death if I don't help you!"

Feng Shuangshuang smiled happily, and then he was immersed in his work. At first, he was not skilled at his work, and he did not work while watching the video as Li Chenyang recommended. Instead, he paid extra attention to the data that Li Chenyang had done before, and restored it again. Sorted it out.The only table and chair were given to Feng Shuangshuang.

Li Chenyang could only sit on the bed, leaning against the wall and putting the computer on his lap.

Opening the programming software, he started writing code line by line.

Feng Shuangshuang didn't know what Li Chenyang was doing. He listened to the crackling on the keyboard and turned his head to take a look from time to time. He found that Li Chenyang was also working seriously and did not come to disturb him.

Two hours passed.

Li Chenyang closed the computer and kept it aside, rubbing his legs. The computer kept pressing on his legs, which made his legs numb. Not only that, but his waist was also uncomfortable.

I need to buy a small table.

Seeing Feng Shuangshuang working, Li Chenyang stood up and said, "I'm going out to buy something and I'll be back in a while."

Ten minutes later, Li Chenyang arrived at a nearby supermarket.

Last time he and Feng Shuangshuang came here to shop, he saw small tables for sale inside. What surprised Li Chenyang was that the homeless man who was originally at the entrance of the Internet cafe was standing in front of the supermarket for some reason.

Such a big sun...

Li Chenyang looked up and saw that the sun was very dazzling.

And the homeless man stood in the sun.

"What are you doing here?"

He walked over and asked.

When the homeless man saw someone coming, he hid in obvious fear. When he found out it was Li Chenyang, the fear on his face eased and he revealed a very miserable-looking smile.

"You want to buy something?"

Li Chenyang saw a hundred yuan in his hand.

The tramp nodded quickly and said something in his mouth.

"What do you want to buy, food or drink?"

Li Chenyang asked again.

Although communication is very difficult, Li Chenyang is also very patient. This homeless man is also a poor person. Last time the woman was robbed, he went to help and was beaten badly. Although he said he had some mental problems, he was still a good person at heart.

"Eat...eat..."

It took a lot of effort for the tramp to say this word.

"Okay, I understand, please wait for me for a while..." Li Chenyang was about to enter the supermarket, but the homeless man stood in front of him. He put his hand holding the banknotes in front of him and said, "Money...money..."

This money must have been given to him by the elder sister last time. Li Chenyang hesitated for a moment, looked at the homeless man's eyes, accepted the money, got up and walked into the supermarket.

This person has money, but he doesn't go into the supermarket. He is probably afraid that his dirty look will affect the supermarket's business. Is this really a mentally ill person?
Into the supermarket.

Li Chenyang first went to the department store area, put the small table he wanted to buy into the shopping cart, and then stuffed bread, instant noodles, mineral water...a lot of food and drink into the shopping cart, filling the shopping cart until it was full. I went to check out when it was full.

It cost 150 yuan, and after deducting the 15 yuan cost of the small table, it was still over the limit, but it didn’t matter.

After leaving the supermarket, he handed two large bags of food to the homeless man. He told him that the sun was too hot and asked him to go back to the Internet cafe. Then he returned with the small table. The homeless man understood what he said and followed him. He left together, went to the Internet cafe and huddled in the corner, picked up a piece of bread, and tore off the packaging bag.

The owner of the Internet cafe was taking a breath at the door. Seeing this scene, he probably guessed something, and he said hello to Li Chenyang.

He looked at the homeless man again and said, "He is a poor man."

"Uncle, it sounds like you know something from your tone?" Li Chenyang asked.

The Internet cafe owner nodded and said, "His name is Zhu Xiang, and he and I worked in the same factory before."

(End of this chapter)