June is the graduation season. Not only is the job market flooded with a large number of young and strong graduates who can be used as livestock, but also the landlords and landlords will usher in the peak season of the industry. The grandmother who runs a grocery store at the end of China Street has a shop upstairs. A very small warehouse was rented by two recent graduates of Hua Xia University.
On the second floor of the grocery store, which was originally a warehouse and is now a comfort zone, Fu Bao, whose bangs cover his eyes and looks a bit like a rock star, is sitting on the floor. The reason why he grows his hair so long is not because of hobbies, but because of some time ago. He spent too much energy and time preparing for the graduation exam and was too lazy to cut it. Now Fu Bao was fanning himself fiercely with advertising flyers, but even so, he was still sweating from the heat.
Beads of sweat flew up and splashed on roommate Shen Chang's face and the screen of the mobile phone in his hand, but Shen Chang still stared at the screen intently.
"Hey, pretty boy, what are you looking at?" Fu Bao poked his head curiously, but Shen Chang put away his phone and tilted his head to look at Fu Bao.
Shen Chang looks a bit like Ethan Ruan, a handsome boy who is the top grade school boy. Even if he has a crew cut because the weather is too hot, he still looks handsome, so Fu Bao calls him pretty boy.
"Let me ask you a question." Shen Chang raised his lips and showed a slightly proud smile, "If terrorists kidnap Professor Li Xianjie and threaten to burn him to death, unless they get 20 million US dollars, if you are asked to donate, How much will you donate?”
"Are you talking about that salty, shameless, ugly, anti-social and anti-human Li Bingbug?" Fu Bao shouted, "I'll give him a face full of shit!"
"Then how much do you donate? Some of us donated five liters of gasoline, and some donated ten liters of gasoline." Shen Chang chuckled and showed Fu Bao the screen of his mobile phone.
On the screen was a blazing flame, a Flash animation, with a few words floating on the flame that looked like drops of blood: Do you want to kill Li Bedbug? I point.
"What is this?" Fu Baoman was curious. He put one hand on the ground and clicked on the screen of his mobile phone with the other.
"Wow, yeah, yeah, yeah -" A scream came from the phone. Fu Bao was so frightened that he almost jumped. The picture on the phone screen suddenly tore from the center, and a cartoon character was hung from above. It was a The big-headed cartoon character has a small body but a big head. He has eyebrows and slanted eyes. He looks like Professor Li Xianjie, who is hated to death by all the students of Huaxia University.
The cartoon character was hung on the fire, shaking and screaming from time to time. Then a small kitchen knife appeared on the screen and cut into the cartoon character's body. The limbs and body of the cartoon character began to peel off piece by piece.
"Hehe, it's fun." Fu Bao laughed.
In the flames at the bottom of the screen, several more buttons appeared, including three options: "Five liters of gasoline," "Ten liters of gasoline," and "Donate of your choice."
"What does this mean?" Fu Bao raised his eyes and asked Shen Chang, but his finger clicked on the "five liters of gasoline" button first. As a result, the page refreshed, and a page for selecting a donation method appeared.
"This is a fund-raising website that allows you to initiate fund-raising for some projects here. I didn't expect that someone would put this online. Haha, isn't it fun to watch?" Shen Chang swiped the screen of his phone a few times, and the screen displayed the words The main page with the words "Angel Fundraising".
"What's the point of having fun? It's just a joke at first glance. Can you really curse Li Bedbug to death? Li Bedbug is disgusting and vicious. He takes bribes, molests girls, and beats boys with corporal punishment... The students who fall into his hands are simply worse than death. It's still uncomfortable. All the students at Huaxia University hate him to death, but what can they do to him? This guy has a background as a school director!" Fu Bao sighed and lay back on the floor, "Let's think about tomorrow. Well, starting from tomorrow, we will be glorious couriers. I don’t know how long it will take to deliver the goods.”
Although they are graduates of Hua Xia University, it is impossible to enter the senior management of a company right after graduation. The express company they are about to work for is a giant in the entire industry. It emphasizes a "practical" corporate culture, and all new employees are required to do so. They have to start from the grassroots level, but I believe that Huaxia University’s golden name will become the capital for their rapid promotion.
"Ha, there is always hope in life. Maybe it will come true sometime." Shen Chang laughed.
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In late June, the weather was really getting hotter and hotter, especially in the evening. The hot air stuck to the body like it was an inhumane oven. Fu Bao drove a truck and drove sweating on the cross streets of Zhonghua City.
"No. 97, Cross Street, No. 97...it's still in front." Fu Bao muttered while looking at the house numbers on the street. A few weeks was not enough for him to understand every item within the scope of his work. Streets and residents, this is one of the reasons why he cannot rise to management as quickly as Shen Chang.
Driving further, we passed through several patches of cool shade that made us take a breather. I don’t know why, but as we approached our destination, the weather was not so hot anymore. A slight chill penetrated our skin, and Fu Bao also saw No. 97. It's impossible not to see where it is. It's too obvious. A large white area consists of mourning sheds, wreaths, and people wearing sackcloth and mourning.
"A funeral?" Fu Bao muttered, no wonder he felt so gloomy.
When the bereaved family saw the courier, they were relieved and shouted "the courier is here" and "the things have arrived", which made Fu Bao confused. Why do we need couriers for funerals? Soon, two middle-aged women wearing heavy mourning came over and asked in a chirpy voice: "Have the paper piercings I bought arrived?"
"Bring it quickly! The old woman just loves to cause trouble. She needs a substitute after she dies...I almost forgot."
"Paper, paper stuck in people?!" Fu Bao took out the express delivery receipt and signed it for the other party. His hand trembled, and then he looked at the big box in the minivan behind him. Was it filled with paper stuck in people? No wonder the box is so big yet so light.
"What are you talking about? Move the things over here!" A middle-aged woman shouted with an unkind expression after signing for the goods.
"Hey, Auntie, the box is so light, just carry it yourself." Fu Bao snorted dissatisfied.
"Is your company's slogan 'delivery to your doorstep'?" The middle-aged woman said with a dissatisfied look on her face, "Send it over quickly and bring it to the mourning hall, or the customer will sue you!"
Fu Bao felt that he should punch that arrogant face, but if he punched him, he would definitely be fired. If he was complained, his promotion to management would be delayed for a few months. Now Shen Chang is already in The office is air-conditioned, and according to Shen Chang, the lunch provided by the company to the management actually includes steak...
I will endure!
Fu Bao pulled the yellow hat on his head hard, got out of the car, picked up the huge cardboard box and walked to the mourning hall.
In the center of the mourning hall was a black-and-white photo of an old woman. Behind the black-and-white photo was a coffin. Two middle-aged women walked over and knelt down. Then they howled without any acting skills, "Mom! Give me what you asked for before you died." You sent it! If you have a soul after death, tell me your passbook password in a dream..."
"Tell me!" Another middle-aged woman interrupted.
"I'm the boss, you should tell me!" the first one said loudly.
The two women glared at each other, and all the spectators frowned, especially the men and children who seemed to be the family members of the two women. They all looked very embarrassed while trying to dissuade the two.
Fu Bao had no time to pay attention to this farce. He walked up to the mourning hall step by step with the cardboard box. The further he walked, the heavier his body became. At the same time, he also felt like being pricked by needles in his throat. This feeling was...
Fu Bao shook his head. Maybe he had a heat stroke because of the hot weather. He definitely didn't believe it was another possibility.
Putting down the box, tearing off the tape and wrapping paper, Fu Bao slowly took out a paper-shaped figure from the box. The paper-shaped figure looked like an old woman, wearing a white shroud. What's it worth?
But the moment his hands touched the paper, the stinging pain in Fu Bao's throat suddenly escalated into severe pain. He involuntarily covered his throat, screamed "Ah", and knelt on the ground like a shrimp.
