Ability Shuttle: Don't mess with the black boss

Chapter 9 It Was You (2)

That September five years ago, autumn came quietly through a misty dawn, and the temperature dropped several degrees suddenly.

It's time for the lingering autumn rains to fall again.

Such a poetic season in the eyes of many literati is really annoying to a street stall like me.Because at this time, the number of people who go out to visit the night market at night will decrease a lot.And in order to prevent the goods from getting wet, the corresponding stall setting procedures have suddenly become complicated.For example, you may need to struggle alone to prop up a dilapidated big umbrella, or you may cover some expensive items with plastic bags one by one.

At that time, I had been self-reliant for two years from the orphanage.The career of practicing street stalls is almost a year.

I remember that the orphanage had arranged for me to work, but I was fired for various reasons.

At that time, I had just come out of the orphanage, and the headmaster handed me the recommendation letter and said to me excitedly, "Lin Yue, go fight. I believe you are different from ordinary orphans."

I shook the dean's hand with tears in my eyes: "Dean, I didn't expect you to be so optimistic about me. But how do you know I'm not ordinary?"

The dean nodded: "After so many years, no one is willing to adopt you. It is enough to prove that you are extraordinary."

I took the recommendation letter and went to a health care product company to do grassroots sales according to the address.At the beginning, everything was normal. Since I first entered the society and came from an orphan background, I worried about being looked down upon by others, so I worked day and night.

Soon, my sales performance rushed to the first place in the company.

The chairman of the company awarded me a bonus and promoted me to be the deputy manager of the sales department. Since then, he has taken special care of me.And this kind of caring that originated from work, after a company dinner, evolved into caring for my private life.

The chairman who was over forty years old took my hand in the car and said that he liked me very much and hoped that I would recognize him as a godfather.

I know that this is an era of fighting for fathers, but I don't have a real father, but I don't want to have another godfather for no reason.

I expressed my thoughts very tactfully: "You are disgusting."

Then the next day, I received a letter of dismissal.It was also at that time that I saw reports about street stalls in the newspapers, so with the only dismissal money I had, I officially joined the mighty army of street stalls.

This night, sales were extremely poor.

I pulled the hat of the raincoat a little further, squatted down and took out a stack of change from my satchel, and began to count today's turnover.

In the past four hours, I only sold one pair of gloves and two card holders, earning 13 yuan after deducting the cost.

I smoothed out the money one by one, rolled it up and put it in the pocket of my trousers.But in his head, he was thinking about how much money is left to make up the next month's rent, and whether he still has spare money to buy a meal of meat this month.

After thinking about it, I suddenly heard a voice from a colleague not far away: "The urban management is here."

I was taken aback. In the year since I set up the stall, I have never heard of the city management making surprise investigations at night.Did they also start to implement the overtime system?

That is, in my blink of an eye, three or five urban management personnel had already chased after me.

I quickly rolled up the objects on the ground and ran wildly.However, something happened suddenly, and the road was slippery due to the rain. When I ran up the pedestrian bridge, I accidentally bumped into a pedestrian.At that moment, he was shocked by the strong rebound and fell to the ground, and the objects used to set up the street stall were scattered everywhere.

I glanced behind me, and it seemed that I had already run a long way, and the city management officers had disappeared.So I half-kneeled on the muddy road, and started to pick up my things by the light of the phone screen.

Fortunately, the loss was not too great. Only 2 ballpoint pens were broken and the pen holders were broken, but the refills inside can be reused.I just let out a long breath, and when I checked the items, I found that the 50 yuan remote control racing car I bought at the wholesale market yesterday was gone.

I heard my heart skip a beat, and hurriedly continued to search, praying in my heart that I didn't fall under the bridge.I lowered the phone a bit, looked around, and finally found it not far ahead.

I reached out to grab it, but one foot stepped on it, refusing to move.

Only then did I realize that maybe the person I bumped into just now hadn't left yet.So he apologized and said, "I'm sorry just now, can I trouble you to move your foot?"

The other party didn't respond at all.

With red eyes, I repeated: "I'm really sorry, can I trouble you to move your foot?"

I don't know how long this stalemate lasted, the man finally squatted down, picked up the remote control car under his feet, and threw it off the bridge.I lay on the side of the guardrail on the bridge, and saw a parabola disappear into the night, followed by a slight noise.

When I turned around, I saw the perpetrator standing where he had just been, his appearance reflected by the dim streetlights.

In his early 20s, with handsome eyebrows and delicate facial features.

If I hadn't experienced it myself, it would be hard for me to imagine such a good-looking person with such a vicious heart.

I felt that it was definitely useless to cry at this moment, so I took a breath and put back the tears that had been surging.He stepped forward and punched that person.

But the latter quickly caught the fist, and he smiled half-smile: "It's really unusual, I thought you should cry."

I couldn't move my right hand, but my left hand didn't rest idle, and I waved it at him at the same time.

He tilted his head and quickly dodged away.

I was furious: "You bastard, pervert, are you free to come out in the middle of the night to take revenge on the society?"

He laughed heartily: "It turns out that you also have a temper, and you don't just lie on the ground and pretend to be pitiful. If this is the case, why are you willing to suffer this kind of grievance?"

I saw that he was well-dressed, and he roared: "A person like you who has no worries about food and drink will naturally not understand the hardships of the poor."

He said lightly: "What kind of life you can live depends on what kind of life a person wants to live. If you don't even dare to think about it, naturally you don't even have the right to envy others."

I was exposed by his words, like being struck by a bolt of lightning.For so many years, the identity of an orphan has been stuck in my heart like a hurdle. The 18-year education model of the orphanage makes us always keep in mind four words: "Stay safe."

Most of our children never dare to have their own dreams.

Seeing that I was silent, he continued, "There are thousands of paths to success in this world. Even setting up a street stall has the possibility of making a fortune. But if you position yourself as a "poor person" in your heart, then you are doomed to be a poor person for the rest of your life. the poor."

I froze in place, silent for a while.Until the drizzle gradually turned into a downpour, until the bean-sized raindrops hit my transparent plastic raincoat drop by drop, making a harsh sound.

Until the man didn't know when he had left.

(End of this chapter)