This thing is quite evil. It seems like this female ghost is still haunting her and is with Boss Ding’s family?
And there is something really wrong with this. The child has only had a fever for three days, and a critical illness notice was issued over there. This female ghost is too cruel, and she will die directly.
Watching the boss and the ghost go away, I chewed my teeth and looked at Xiaopang Zhang, and he looked at me helplessly.
"Forget it, let's not talk too much. If it's delayed, we won't be able to shoulder the responsibility."
What he said is true, we can't talk too much at this time, but I'm worried because the child should only be nine years old. If something happens because of this, I will feel sorry for them.
Because I clearly saw the female ghost following them, but I couldn’t tell.
Oops, this feeling is really unpleasant.
But there's nothing I can do about it. My identity is different now. I keep telling myself that I'm not a celestial being who sees things now. I'm Mr. Wu of the Southeast Region of Heilongjiang.
After muttering silently for a while, I finally held back and had no impulse.
But even though I can't say it out loud, I can still help secretly.
As soon as I had this idea, Huang quickly ran up and up, and there were three or four other immortals who also caught up with the boss's car.
With the help of the fairy family, I hope the child can survive for a few more days. I also hope that the boss will find someone to look at quickly and send this female ghost away as soon as possible.
After I got home, I told the situation again, but Uncle Ma ignored me this time. After a long time, he curled his lips and said to me: "You said you, since you don't want to meddle in other people's business, you sent the immortal family over to help. Isn’t this still involved in cause and effect?”
I said helplessly: "There's nothing I can do about it. I can't just watch something happen. Besides, the boss lady doesn't believe these things, so I can't speak out."
Uncle Ma lit a cigarette and said slowly: "Maybe it's because the boss lady doesn't believe in ghosts and gods that she provokes these things."
I said in confusion: "But it doesn't mean that the more you believe in ghosts and gods, the easier it is to attract ghosts. Those who don't believe in ghosts will be much better, because ghosts are born from the heart."
Uncle Ma shook his head: "That's the truth, but some people's constitutions attract ghosts, so we can't generalize. Although some people don't believe in ghosts and gods, they still want to offend ghosts and gods. Do you think she can be cured?"
Uncle Ma's words gave me inspiration, so I came to the company the next day. When I saw that the boss hadn't come yet, there was Zhang Xiaopang in the company.
How about saying that this guy is too thoughtful? You see, the boss is not here these days. These people in the company are lazy when they can, come in late when they can, and some sneak out early after get off work.
But Zhang Xiaopang is the first one to arrive every day, the last one to leave after get off work, and conscientiously look after the boss's house.
I walked to the workstation and sat down, then turned to ask Zhang Xiaopang.
"How is the child?"
Zhang Xiaopang rarely spoke, but shook his head at me with a serious face.
"I don't know, and we don't dare to ask. Just wait, I guess nothing will happen."
"Well, I guess it's okay."
I reached out to open the computer, pulled out the client information, pretended to be working hard, and then began to sit there in a trance.
I didn't feel Huang Kuaipan and the others coming back last night. They were probably helping the boss, and they didn't give me any feedback.
I guessed that there was nothing wrong, otherwise Huang would have told me if he came back quickly.
Thinking of this, I lit a cigarette and put it on the table, silently chanting Huang Run.
"Run away. You've worked hard. What's going on now? Come back and tell me a message. I'll light cigarettes for you. Come back and smoke."
After muttering silently for a while, Zhang Xiaopang glanced at me.
"If you don't smoke cigarettes at this point, why don't you put this aside to offer sacrifices?"
This kid is so indebted, he can see whatever I do.
I quickly picked up the cigarette and smiled at him: "I forgot to smoke..."
He bared his teeth at me and then gestured with his little finger, which meant he despised me.
But I didn't have time to talk to him, because Huang Kuaipao had already returned by this time.
I clearly felt a rush of energy on my body, a very familiar feeling.
So I quickly asked Huang Kuaipan, what happened to the boss's child, and what was going on with that female ghost?
Huang Kuaipan told me that the child now had a low-grade fever, but he started talking nonsense again. The boss and his family couldn't handle it anymore, and they had already taken the child to see someone for treatment.
I am somewhat relieved. As long as they are willing to see the sick, the rest will have nothing to do with me.
After smoking this cigarette, I started to pick up the customer information, wondering whether to continue making phone calls or to research the product.
At this time, people from the company also came one after another, including the treasurer Aunt Zhou, the accountant Sister Shang, and another salesperson Xiao Cui.
I met Xiao Cui once, and then he went on a business trip the next day and has not come back until now.
And what’s interesting is that Xiao Cui is a tall and lanky guy, almost 1.8 meters tall, while Zhang Xiaopang is short and fat, so I gave them nicknames on the day I came here. Zhang Xiaopang is called Chubby, and Xiao Cui is called Chubby. Thin and tall.
I didn't come up with this nickname. There happened to be a cartoon called "Chickens Are Not Friendly" at that time. There were two weasels in it, one was named Chubby and the other was named Slim.
These two names fit them perfectly.
As soon as we entered the door, Xiao Cui asked us angrily.
"I heard that Mr. Liu's child got into trouble?"
Xiao Cui was a little younger than us, and his character was a bit stunned. Hearing this, Xiao Pang Zhang raised his head and glanced at him.
"Keep your voice down. Who said Mr. Liu's child got into trouble? That's nonsense. He just has tonsillitis."
How about saying that Zhang Xiaopang will cause trouble, and the boss likes it. After all, it is not a good thing for children to be evil in the family, and everyone has to cover it up.
Xiao Cui put his backpack on the table: "Ah, you have tonsillitis, so why do you still have a fever that doesn't go away for three or four days? I heard from the boy next door that he got into trouble in the garage."
He really didn't want to pick up any of the pots. Zhang Xiaopang glanced at him again: "Whose child doesn't have a fever? Don't listen to those people's nonsense."
I also rushed to the rescue, took out a cigarette and handed it over. Xiao Cui smiled at me, took the cigarette and put it on his ears.
I originally planned to order it for him, but when I saw him picking it up, I didn't say anything. We exchanged casual greetings and everyone continued to work.
Xiao Cui sat down and didn't stop. He took out a bunch of bills from his bag, filled out the reimbursement form, and took it to Accountant Sister Shang to report the bill.
This Sister Shang is a divorced young woman, about thirty years old, pretty tall, with big waves, quiet and gentle, she smiles when she talks, and her dimples are exposed when she smiles.
But the boss was not there and no one signed it, so Sister Shang collected the reimbursement form and said that she could not reimburse Xiao Cui until the boss came to sign.
Just at this time, Zhang Xiaopang's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and put it to his ear. He answered a few words, then hung up in a hurry, raised his head and said to Xiao Cui and me.
"Mr. Liu called and asked us to go there immediately, saying that something happened to the child!"
