After using the printer for the first time, Chengmei leaned against the wall of the office area and waited for Minhe to check, but she waited around. Not only did she miss Minhe, but she also hit Yucheng head-on by accident.
"Li Chengmei! Come here with me!"
"yes!"
Following the rapid footsteps of Yucheng and Seungmei, one after the other, Minha appeared with a shocked look on his face. Staring blankly at Seungmi who was smiling apologetically, Minhe turned around abruptly and secretly hid her previous expression.
"Confirm! The color copy in the printer was printed by you, right?"
"Um, yes! What's the problem?!"
Yu Cheng, who used to be expressionless, has undergone earth-shaking changes. And Chengmei's dazzling smile seemed to have evaporated in an instant and disappeared.
"For this kind of document, Chengmei, why did you print it in color just now?"
Yucheng said to Chengmei in a sarcastic tone. Security guard Jin Junmyeon, who had been grinning at the phone, immediately put his hands back on his pants. At the same table, Sun Miyu's eyes started to shine while she was chewing curry rice. Shin Zhenghuan also turned his head following his wife's gaze. Zhou Mingyao put the steaming curry rice into his mouth and scratched his hair that had been sprayed with too much hairspray. Coffee partners were recently with Zheng Minhe and Yucheng. At this moment, the expressions of the two young women were solemn. Minhe, who had been looking for trouble just now, was as dazed as a dream.
"You, do you know how expensive color printing ink is? In order to save paper and ink, Brother Renhe even sent the report directly by email."
The "lonely" Cui Inhyuk, with his back to Yucheng, wasted no time in printing documents. Looking at the flickering color printing lamp, Cui Inhyuk had no choice but to scratch his scalp as much as he could. The rhythm echoed that of Zhou Mingyao. A sense of resonance.
"Isn't the branch's money just money? If it doesn't come from your own pocket, don't you need to cherish it?"
Yucheng's voice was as unstable as a bicycle rolling on a thin hemp rope, and the body of his coffee partner standing closest to him was also out of balance like a puppet in a puppet show. Especially when Jin Zhiyuan's originally unfocused eyes fell into Cui Inhyuk's hands, Cui Inhyuk stuffed the five color printed documents back into the hot printer, and hinted listlessly at Zhiyuan with eyes that were no longer bright.
"What? Do you think it's funny that there is a pile of money piled up in the branch? Will your hands be itchy if you don't spend two?"
At noon, the office area looked deserted without turning on the lights. Especially when Yucheng's hoarse voice echoed in the air, it immediately felt like a ghost was grabbing everyone's ankles with transparent hands. This was definitely an abnormal atmosphere, even The maverick Jin Zhiyuan was chewing a box full of sweet and sour short ribs at a faster pace. But Seung-mei remained expressionless from beginning to end.
"I'm sorry, I pressed the wrong button just now, but I stopped printing quickly. So, I only have this copy in your hands, Agent Zheng."
Is there something wrong with the ears? Shin Zhenghuan, who was devouring his food, stared blankly at Sun Miyu. Sun Miyu, who was about to eat curry rice, glanced at Cui Inhyuk in front of the printer, and suddenly she had a long face.
"What happened to one portion? Can one portion become two? One portion can become five? If you continue to consume it until resources are exhausted and Anseong's economy collapses, Li Chengmei, can you be responsible for your actions?"
The first thing Yucheng's cynicism hit was Cui Inhyuk's self-esteem, and he blinked at Shen Zhenghuan with a characteristic pity. Shen Zhenghuan pretended to be stupid on the surface, but in fact he was smarter than anyone else, but when he thought that Yucheng's face was also difficult to refute, he quickly wolfed down the curry rice and left his seat first.
"What's the use of putting a frugal sign on the wall? We all leave this glorious and great mission to others, and others will think so, and then as time goes by, everyone will become such a person with no concept. By then frugality will become an empty talk!”
Unlike her fussy coffee partner, Zheng Minha picked up the curling iron and began to curl her already dense hair tightly one by one. Choi In Hyuk, who put on an expression that he couldn't bear it anymore, wanted to just slip past Ji Won, but stopped in place just because of Ji Won's short and firm tone. The last glance, that smile was very embarrassing and very treacherous. .
"So, the copies must be in black and white. To know the whole thing at a glance, one must have some basic principles."
As Yucheng spoke, he took out his mobile phone and started dialing. The sound of pressing the buttons was like a time bomb. At this time, except for Chengmei, whose face was covered with black lines, everyone in the office area was moving like a shaking fan, following Yucheng's movements. …
"I know, thank you." Chengmei smiled politely.
"Besides! I have no basic idea! It's really a fragrant tofu noodle!"
Sitting back at his desk, Yu Cheng excitedly blew on the small fan and made sarcastic remarks as if he also realized what he had just said. After looking at Ming Yao for a second, he immediately closed his mouth.
