Xiao Li wanted to take Manager Wang back, but Liu Qin wisely lied that he had taken a taxi online and watched the two of them leave in the car.
Before leaving, he saw the look on Manager Wang's face. He was obviously very satisfied with his performance tonight. A promotion was a certainty. This result gave Liu Qin an excuse to comfort himself.
He walked to the roadside alone. The night breeze was slightly cool, but his skin was incredibly hot and his whole body was soft. He had to lean on a telephone pole to stand.
Suddenly, Liu Qin felt nauseated and quickly bent over and vomited.
He was already prepared, carrying a bottle of mineral water in his hand and a pack of tissues in his trouser pocket.
But still vomiting in a mess.
The fingers of the hand that was attached to the telephone pole were tight and tight. Liu Qin struggled for a while before slowly straightening up.
Several notification sounds popped up on his phone, which were messages from his girlfriend, but he was dizzy at the moment and really didn't want to reply in this state, so he hastily crossed out the message bar.
After walking along the roadside for a while, Liu Qin felt more awake. He was thinking about taking a taxi back, but suddenly his vision went dark and his gait staggered. He wanted to move forward, but he stepped to the right. A strong feeling of nausea and drowsiness flooded into his brain, and he quickly shivered and sat on the ground next to the bus stop sign.
Sure enough, I still drank too much...
Liu Qin almost couldn't hold on to the phone. He called out the phone's smart assistant in a hoarse voice and asked it to search for the nearest pharmacy.
The good news is that the pharmacy is very close, less than a hundred meters away; the bad news is that he can't move at all.
Liu Qin frowned in pain, fought with himself, and tried to move, but in vain. He didn't even feel the footsteps until someone squatted in front of him.
"...?" Liu Qin looked up with drooped eyelids.
It's a little girl in school uniform.
"Uh, are you okay?" she asked.
"It's not good..." Liu Qin gritted his teeth and changed his posture, "Can you help me go to the drugstore over there to buy..."
He took a breath before continuing to speak, his voice was completely hoarse:
"Buy, vitamin C, vitamin C for injection."
Then he said with difficulty: "Just say... someone has acute... alcohol poisoning and can't move..."
"Ah? Oh! You, you wait!"
The little girl who looked like a student looked around, quickly saw the location of the pharmacy, and ran away.
After a while, not only did she come back running, but she was also followed by a pharmacy employee in a white coat.
"Oh, another social worker."
Unlike the girl who was panicking, the pharmacy staff was much calmer and gave Liu Qin a shot.
"thanks, thanks."
This thing works quickly. Liu Qin was panting, his vision was still a little blurry, but he could finally see the face clearly.
"Go for gastric lavage." The pharmacy staff looked at him and shook his head.
"Well, here we go."
Liu Qin learned a lot of wine table tips from his senior, Lao Zhao, and it really saved his life tonight.
"Thank you."
He paid the money at the pharmacy staff and turned to look at the kind little girl.
"No, it's okay."
The girl's toes rubbed the ground awkwardly, she pulled the hem of her school uniform and ran away.
Liu Qin also quickly got into a taxi to the hospital.
…
His hard work paid off. Liu Qin learned from Manager Wang that he would be promoted next month. Taking advantage of his boss's good mood, he successfully took a half-day leave and bought a shared car on a working day afternoon while carrying his commuting bag. Cycling to the destination.
He has been struggling with this matter for half a month. When he took the first shift, he thought that the Civic Center had an on-site queue to get a number. After arriving at the place, he discovered that he needed to make an online reservation three days in advance, and there were already queues in the morning and afternoon of that day. When it is full, even temporary reservations cannot be made, and the taxes that were originally to be paid have to be put on hold.
Then again, Liu Qin came to the lobby of the Civic Center with money and materials, but he caught up with the employee who was reviewing the materials. He waited in front of the window for more than 40 minutes, waiting for the next staff member to arrive. I learned that there were still several documents that needed to be copied.
There was too much queue at the self-service copy machine in the lobby, so Liu Qin could only run to the nearest copy shop in a hurry. However, when he came back, there was already the next person sitting in front of the window to handle the matter. That person's tax payment was more complicated and very complicated. To issue separate certificates for the house and the car, there were more procedures and procedures to go through, and Liu Qin was exhausted from waiting.
Finally it was his turn. After submitting the materials, the staff suddenly discovered that he was missing an official invoice. That thing was supposed to be issued by a real estate developer, but the developer Liu Qin was looking for had repeatedly promised an electronic invoice. He was able to apply for the certificate smoothly, so he didn’t think too much about it, but the office staff insisted that he submit a paper version of the stamped invoice. It was almost four o’clock in the afternoon. Liu Qin quickly contacted the developer and took a taxi to pick it up. But when he went back after picking up the certificate, I got into a traffic jam and when I got out of the car, I saw only a closed door.
Loan contracts, mortgage contracts, real estate registration applications, bank power of attorney... countless documents and materials, countless processes. For more than two weeks, Liu Qin has been running back and forth intermittently between developers, property developers, citizen centers and banks. The most troublesome time during this period was when he was almost done with the process and was suddenly told that he was in the wrong place. This was the Administrative Approval Bureau of Area A. Although his house was located in Area A, it was actually managed by the Approval Bureau of Area B. .
So Liu Qin could only ask the staff to transfer the data online, and waited for another five working days.
This afternoon, he finally came out of the Administrative Approval Bureau. He took a long breath, touched the certificate again and again, and then solemnly stuffed it into his inner pocket.
Liu Qin walked to the nearest bus stop, thinking about how to edit a message to tell his girlfriend about the surprise. He was thinking about something in his mind, looking at his phone, and caught the sound of an electric car in his ears, so he went there without thinking. took a step back.
He thought he was giving way - but he forgot that the bus station here is divided into front and rear. There is a small road between the front platform and the back platform, which is a dedicated lane for bicycles and electric vehicles.
Boom!
Liu Qin's calf hurt and he knelt forward on the edge of the platform which was a little higher than the ground. From the corner of his eye, he saw something falling to pieces. It turned out that it was a takeaway truck that was in a hurry.
"I'm *you*!"
The delivery boy in work clothes threw the several bags of takeout to the ground and cursed loudly.
Liu Qin breathed heavily. He nodded slowly without saying anything back. In just a few minutes, he was greeted with extremely vulgar and dirty words to his eighteen generations of ancestors and all the female relatives he could think of. He finally vented enough. The delivery boy cursed and put the things away, cursed him to be hit by a car as soon as possible, then got on the car and drove away.
"..."
Liu Qin breathed a sigh of relief. He knew in his heart that the deliveryman was in a hurry than him. Since he would not pester or extort money, he could just scold him. It was not like he had never been scolded in the company.
He stood up, hissed, rolled up his trousers and took a look. It turned out that the kneeling he had just been hit had broken his knee, and the blood and flesh were bloody and stuck to his trousers.
Fortunately, the bus stopped not far away in less than two minutes, and Liu Qin limped onto the bus.
The car was bumpy. It was the rush hour after get off work. Everyone was crowded together. It was not easy to find a place to hold your hands. The smell of various perfumes and sweat rushed into his nose. Liu Qin had long been used to it. First of all, The reaction was to first put the phone into his arms, and then hug his commute bag tightly to his chest.
People were crowded, swaying back and forth. After a few stops, someone got off the car. Those who were still in the car took a brief breath. Liu Qin changed to a slightly more comfortable position and held the upper handle. Suddenly he saw the partition on the left. The man with two or three people was holding his mobile phone, and the page stayed on the shooting page.
He then looked around - facing the man was a woman sitting on a seat. The woman was wearing heavy makeup and a mask. She leaned her head against the window. The left half of her face was a little swollen. Her eyes were closed. She was obviously tired and fell asleep. But these are not important. What is important is that her top is very thin and has a low collar. The ravines and white snow are clearly exposed. This is also the target of men's secret photography.
Liu Qin clicked his tongue, and took advantage of the moment when the bus stopped suddenly in front of the traffic light and slammed into it, knocking the man and several people between them to stagger, and the cell phone of the secretly filming man was knocked out. It fell to the ground with a "plop" and soon slipped to no where.
"There's a thief! Everyone, be careful!"
Liu Qin shouted.
This shout woke up the sleeping woman and made the man filming the scene panic.
He shamelessly told the driver that his phone was stolen. A well-meaning person said he would stop the car and look for it, but he was loudly rejected by more people who were rushing to commute home. There was a commotion in the car, and finally there was a backlash. People in the audience discovered the cell phone of the secretly photographed man, and found that his page was stuck on the photo shoot. The man immediately received a wave of indignant curses from passers-by, and was supervised by the grumpy old man on the side to delete the photos.
"Well, be careful."
When they arrived at the station, Liu Qinlin said to the woman before getting off the bus.
The woman was stunned and gave him a grateful smile.
Liu Qin limped out of the car, almost missing the steps, and walked several steps in embarrassment and pain before he breathed a sigh of relief.
After standing on the bus for so long, he couldn't bear the pain, so he sat down on the bench at the bus stop. Only then did he take out his phone and wanted to finish editing the messages he had not sent before.
Liu Qin clicked on Feixun and saw that the red dot on his girlfriend's message bar at the top was marked with two digits as usual. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty and quickly clicked on it, thinking that this time he would finally have time to reply to her message.
…
[Weed Manman]: I'm sorry, I can't stand it anymore. Let's break up.
[Wild Grass Manman]: I know that your career is on the rise now. I know that. I also know that you work very hard, tired and busy. You have to work overtime every day. You have always said that working hard now is for a better life in the future. , but now we can't speak more than a few words a day. You can never reply to the messages I send you in time. Every time, it's an emoticon saying that you still have something to do, and it's always "for the future."
[Weedy Manman]: Don’t you think it’s putting the cart before the horse? Isn’t my job hard? I don’t need to socialize and I don’t need to be busy. Why do you keep talking about the future? If we don’t even have the "now", how can we get the future?
[Wild Grass Manman]: I can no longer find the happiness I had when I was with you. It’s the same as if I have a boyfriend or not. Am I falling in love with the air? ? When I go to a chatbot, the robot can reply me with several sentences immediately, but what about you? ? ?
[Wild Grass Manvine]: I’m so tired, I’m tired
[Wild Grass Manman]: I don’t need you to do anything more, I just want you to accompany me, really
[Wild Grass Manman]: I used to listen to you, I didn’t waste money and I lived in the company dormitory, but we were obviously in the same city but lived as if we were in different places. When I first started looking for a job, you would come and wait for me to get off work, and so would I. I'll wait for you at the subway station. It's difficult to make an appointment to meet you now.
[Wild Grass Manman]: Have you seen the message I sent you before? I said that after I quit my job, let’s rent a house to live in, or I could go find you. I can eat rice bran every day. I don’t care how hard my life is as long as I can be with you, but what about you? You didn’t even look at one of my emoticons. In the end, I found a friend to find a place to sleep.
[Weedy Manman]: Are you my boyfriend? Are you? So what have you done? What can you do?
[Wild Grass Manman]: I think the happiness I want and the happiness you understand are completely different things.
[Weed Manman]: Let’s break up then. You’re busy with your business, so there’s no need to take time to worry about me. You’re so busy anyway.
[Wild Grass Manman]: I don’t have to look forward to your news from morning to night every day.
[Weeds and vines]: One difference and two widths are good for everyone.
…
There is still a line of text in Liu Qin's input box.
Baby, I got the down payment. What do you think this is? Real estate certificate! Are you willing to marry me
Slowly, with stiff fingers, he typed the remaining words one pinyin after another, and clicked send.
A red exclamation mark appears and the sending failed.
Liu Qin was sitting on a bench at the bus stop, with cars coming and going.
Like a sculpture.
