The disaster started from the first day Wang Xiaoming went to work.

As soon as he arrived at the company, Wang Xiaoming mustered up the courage, and with a yearning for the future, he was about to introduce himself and greet his colleagues. When he saw the manager standing at the door of the office wearing a banana-like sportswear and a pair of obviously imitated hook shoes, he shouted with angrily: "Look up at the bright moon, you need to exercise when you get up in the morning! Colleagues, are you ready? We are going to start doing morning exercise!"

Wang Xiaoming looked down at his dark big-headed leather shoes, and sadly found that he had forgotten the fact that he didn't have to check in this morning but had to run.

Because the aura around him was too depressed, everyone's eyes had to be attracted.

The manager looked at his shoes and waved at him affectionately, "Come on, come here."

Wang Xiaoming knew nothing good, but he could only walk over with his teeth.

The manager put his shoulder on his shoulder, turned him around, and showed it to others and said, "Look at his shoes and leather shoes! They still look the same kind of hard skin. It seems that some people still don't take what I said during the interview for a while. What I want to tell you is, don't think that if you are admitted, you can rest assured and be an old man. We are a company with a clear system, a big company. As long as you do not do well and do not meet the company's standards, you will be warned. If you are warned three times, you can only go home and be an old man. Our company can't afford to support you, and you can't afford to hire you."

He said, putting his hand down from Wang Xiaoming's shoulders, and walking out without looking at him.

Other old employees looked at him with sympathy or gloating, and followed the manager's footsteps.

Two new girls like him ran to him and whispered: "We don't wear sneakers, either."

Wang Xiaoming looked down and saw that their situation was worse than that of him - high heels.

The running location is the sidewalk outside the park.

The company is obviously a regular customer, and the leading manager can still say hello to the people around him while running, although it seems to be one-sided.

Wang Xiaoming accompanied the two little girls to run slowly behind him, and suddenly heard Barr impatiently and said, "Roar up."

"Ah?" Wang Xiaoming was startled. At the intersection ahead, he rushed out and was scolded to death without hitting him.

"Go and follow that banana peel."

...

The only one who looks like a banana peel here is the manager who came to check the city appearance when his city leader came to check.

Wang Xiaoming did not dare to disobey Bar, so he had to speed up his pace without hesitation.

He felt calm, but it was still very obvious to others.

It was just such a small road, and it was impossible for a living person to squeeze in.

The old employee thought he was criticized by name this morning, and was scared and wanted to ask the manager for pleading with him, so he didn't care much.

Unexpectedly, when Wang Xiaoming was about to catch up with the manager, the manager suddenly turned around and hit the telephone pole on the side of the road. It was so fast that it caught people off guard.

...

There were traffic in the driveway.

On the sidewalk, everything is still.

Because the accident came too fast, everyone's movements were frozen for about three seconds before they realized what was going on.

Out of human instinct, their first reaction is to hold back their laughter, and the second reaction is to ask the manager how it feels like to hit a telephone pole in the past.

The manager shook his head and left the pole, but his nerves were still a little unclear. Looking at the curious and questioning eyes of others, he couldn't explain clearly what medicine he had taken, so he hit the pole very well. After thinking about it, he had to blame the twisting of his foot and not standing firmly.

Everyone's eyes lit up and they advised him to rest early today.

But they underestimated the manager's persistence in sports. He said very persistently that he would be lazy for a day and be lazy for a lifetime. He should not be lazy in life! He should always stick to the general principle of not giving up and not giving up. He must run the entire journey no matter what.

The manager was so determined that others sighed in their hearts while admiring.

So the running mobilization continued.

Wang Xiaoming deliberately slowed down, ran aside, and whispered to Barr: "Is it you, uh..."

"Yes." Barr answered without any conscience, "I'll let you run faster and see clearly." He said and waved his hand.

Bang.

The manager had a close contact with the street lights.

Seeing Barr laughing and then looking at the long street lights, Wang Xiaoming remained silent.

The healthy physical and mental exercise is ultimately stifled on the manager's increasingly swollen forehead.

When he returned to the company, the manager immediately put himself in the office mysteriously.

Bar curiously asked Wang Xiaoming to approach the office, then went in and looked at it himself, and asked him in confusion: "Who is the one who has green clothes and red faces? Why does he keep worshiping him?"

Wang Xiaoming made up his mind, "Guan Gong?"

"who is he?"

"Well, a person in history, later became a god."

Barr frowned, obviously puzzled by human beings becoming gods.

However, his puzzled meaning that Wang Xiaoming's ears were pure, so he quickly devoted himself to the work of learning from his predecessors.

After studying for a minute and working for the whole morning, Wang Xiaoming finally mastered the true meaning of this job, which was to keep calling and invite those entrepreneurs who had never been masked to come to train. The most important thing is to "stay" by Mi Mouhuang.

Is Mr. Mr.? We have a class here that can improve your management ability of the company. Come and learn it.

...

Wang Xiaoming initially thought he was an old customer, otherwise how could he have such a great opening remark? But after being greeted by more than a dozen cold greetings and occasional enthusiasm, he began to understand that the selling point of this company is awesome - a cow holds a fork, and whoever gets it is stupid.

When having lunch, Wang Xiaoming spent two-thirds of his time picking meat from the dishes and eating all the meat in two seconds. The rest of the time was to try to stuff the rest of the food into his stomach.

Barr's patience began to show negative numbers, especially since he had never seen a decent man in the morning and afternoon - bald, beer belly, buck teeth... He finally knew what it means to challenge the limit.

This negative number completely broke out in the afternoon.

After praying and psychological construction in the morning, the manager returned to normal and ate a bowl and a half bowl for lunch.

Later, I heard gossip of senior colleagues. Every afternoon when an important guest arrives, he would eat a bowl and a half of rice, so that he would not suddenly remember the sound of his stomach during the meeting.

Wang Xiaoming said curiously: "Does the manager often whine?"

The colleague nodded in pain, "One bowl of belly sounds, two bowls of □□ sounds."

Wang Xiaoming asked politely: "What is □□ming?"

My colleague's gossip seemed to have been splashed with cold water. He put away his expression and said lightly: "Ask you a man."

...

Where does he have a man?

Seeing Barr sitting next to him bored, Wang Xiaoming asked casually: "Do you know?"

Barr looked at him like an idiot, and slowly spit out two words, "Fart                                                    �

Wang Xiaoming opened the folder and stuffed his red face in it.

In the afternoon, important guests arrive.

Barr's patience fell to a new low again. He thought that there were no good-looking people in the company, so there would always be customers. Who knew that birds of a feather flocked to each other. With this group of manpower, Wang Xiaoming's appearance was so beautiful.

Bar suddenly stood up and “go and resign.”

"Ah?" Wang Xiaoming, who was about to call, was startled.

Fortunately, in order to make a phone call, he was still far away from other desks at the same time, so no one noticed that he always talked to himself in the air.

Barr snorted coldly: "There is no future here."

Unexpectedly, Barr would actually care about his future!

Wang Xiaoming couldn't tell whether the emotion that arose in his heart was worried or relieved. Although Barr was a fallen angel, people would always become close and caring for each other when they got along with each other. A gentle smile appeared on his face.

Barr glared at him, "Don't think that if I don't pursue the three-day deadline, you can relax."

Wang Xiaoming felt a thrust in his heart.

"I think about it, and it's still a place that suits you best."

Wang Xiaoming's heart twitched again and again, "Don't say it."

But Barr is definitely not the one who will really not say anything else. He stared at him coldly and said in a commanding tone: "Go to the Ginguan!" A beautiful appearance is the key to increasing the hit rate.

"No." Wang Xiaoming refused with a mosquito-sized voice.

Barr looked at him, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Pong.

Everyone looked in the direction of Wang Xiaoming.

I saw his chair hitting the wall and the man was slowly standing up.

I saw the manager hitting the lamppost this morning without regrets. They had a certain ability to withstand strange events, so everyone just looked at him silently without asking questions, and there was no surprise on their faces.

Wang Xiaoming suddenly jumped, then stretched his arms out of length and slowly moved towards the manager's office like acting.

Perhaps it was because I sensed that something wonderful was about to happen, and there was a high degree of tranquility around me.

Wang Xiaoming's body stopped in front of the office door.

"Don't..." His voice almost begged.

But if you see this kind of emotion, Barr will certainly not have any effect.

So with a bang, under the shocked gaze inside and outside the office, Wang Xiaoming rushed in bravely and slapped his palms on the conference table.

The tea cup on the table shook, and the tea echoed around the edge of the cup.

Barr retracted his hand and hugged his chest, watched the situation develop with a smile. He didn't believe that under such circumstances, the foolish manager wouldn't fire him.

Wang Xiaoming's palms were supported on the conference table, and the pain and numbness left in the palm of his palm. He was puzzled and frightened, and his gaze kept stimulating his scalp. He lowered his head and refused to lift it up.

In the end, the manager broke the silence.
Chapter completed!