The next afternoon, Chen Hansheng brought some people to the New Century Electronic Equipment Factory. After contacting Zhao Chunming, the deputy director of logistics, he told him about his arrangement.
Zhao Chunming glanced around and found that Nie Xiaoyu was the only woman among them. She didn't look very pretty. He curled his lips and said, "Why do they all look like college students?"
Chen Hansheng handed him a cigarette and lit it for him. "As long as they can get things done, it's fine. Who cares about their identities?"
Zhao Chunming had just received 1,000 yuan and two cartons of cigarettes. He couldn't be picky now. He nodded and said, "Since Brother Chen said so, I have no problem here."
Chen Hansheng turned around and said to the part-time students, "You guys go to the administration building to familiarize yourself with the route. Go back to school at night. I'll go out with Director Zhao to talk about something."
Zhao Chunming saw that Chen Hansheng was very well-behaved. He smiled so much that his face wrinkled. "Brother Chen, you know how to be a good person. Your future is limitless."
"If everyone picks up firewood, the fire will grow. I still need everyone's help."
Chen Hansheng was polite as he drove out of the factory. When he passed the gate, a wine-red sports car passed by.
Chen Hansheng took a look. It was the car that he had asked for directions at the beginning of the semester.
Zhao Chunming seemed to be afraid of the sports car. To be exact, he was afraid of the driver. He shrugged his shoulders and shrank his head.
Chen Hansheng really wanted to know the woman's identity, so he found a topic to talk about. "Director Zhao, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"How about seafood?"
Zhao Chunming said directly. His plan was to choose the most expensive food.
When Chen Hansheng heard this, he couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Eat your mother's seafood. This factory's business only makes about 30,000 yuan a month. I still have to pay my brothers in the middle. If the seafood is of a higher grade, it will be over 10,000 yuan."
Zhao Chunming was really like what Zhong Jiancheng said. He was a bottomless pit, greedy and tasteless.
"What, President Chen, do you think it's too expensive?"
Zhao Chunming leaned against the car window and looked at Chen Hansheng with an unhappy expression.
"Why should I complain about food being expensive? As long as I'm happy."
Chen Hansheng laughed and said.
Zhao Chunming's expression eased.
"However …"
Chen Hansheng said with a serious face, "After scientific research, it's better to eat less seafood in winter, especially for men."
"Why?"
Zhao Chunming felt a little strange.
"These are all scientifically based."
Chen Hansheng said, "You know the five elements, right? Winter is cold, and so is seafood. When they are mixed together, it will be cold on top of cold. Whether it is our body or luck, we rely on the heat in our Dantian. Eating seafood in winter will directly extinguish it."
Seeing the doubtful expression on Zhao Chunming's face, Chen Hansheng coughed and said, "In addition, the main component of crab roe is polychlorinated biphenyls. After it is absorbed by the human body, it will become serotonin, which can make men tired."
"Is it that exaggerated?"
Hearing Chen Hansheng mention these professional terms, Zhao Chunming began to believe him a little. After all, there were both Chinese and Western arguments. He looked at Chen Hansheng and said, "You even know these things."
Chen Hansheng said disapprovingly, "I often watch the Health Road of CCTV Department 10. Do you still want to eat seafood?"
"Forget it. Your health is more important."
Zhao Chunming hurriedly refused, but he did not completely give up. "Then let's eat seafood in summer. The combination of cold and hot is the best for our health."
Chen Hansheng smiled and thought, "Can you stay in the factory until then?"
But after chatting like this, they became much more familiar with each other. Chen Hansheng asked casually, "I saw a sports car when I went out just now. Which leader in the factory is that?"
"She is not a leader."
Zhao Chunming said in a disdainful tone, "She is just relying on her reincarnation. She doesn't know anything and just blindly directs. She restructures and merges the factory. My salary has been cut by this little girl."
"She is a woman?"
Chen Hansheng pretended to be surprised.
Zhao Chunming was full of resentment. "She is a woman from Hong Kong. She may not even be 30 years old."
"That's nonsense."
Chen Hansheng comforted him and said, "Your factory director just let her mess around like this?"
Zhao Chunming also shook his head and sighed. "There is no other way. This woman is a shareholder. Speaking of which, the factory director is still an employee."
But speaking of this, Zhao Chunming also felt that something was wrong. "Why are you, a courier, asking these questions?"
"I'm curious. I'm a very curious person."
In fact, the information he wanted to inquire about was almost enough. Chen Hansheng said, "Let's not talk about it. Let's go to eat."
They ate more than 200 yuan for dinner. When paying the bill, Zhao Chunming took out a cigarette as if nothing had happened. Chen Hansheng did not say a word and paid the bill with a smile.
Seeing that Chen Hansheng was very obedient, Zhao Chunming suggested that he wanted to have a foot massage to relax.
Chen Hansheng knew what Zhao Chunming wanted to do. He deliberately drove him to a massage parlor near the police station.
In the end, Zhao Chunming gave up and went back to the factory with the cigarette.
After this greedy logistics deputy manager left, Chen Hansheng's eyes suddenly became cold.
"Fuck, he actually treated me as an ATM!"
Chen Hansheng was very angry in his heart. He could accept eating and drinking, but it was insulting to treat him as a normal.
Chen Hansheng thought for a while, then stepped on the accelerator and arrived at Bainaohui Computer City in Zhujiang Road.
After walking into a store, he asked, "Do you have a voice recorder in your store?"
"What kind of voice recorder do you want? We have all kinds of voice recorders here." The sales young man said.
Chen Hansheng estimated his requirements, "A voice recorder that can recognize the sound and can also be carried with me."
The sales young man took out a thumb-sized device, "338 yuan, no noise, enough battery time, supports computer plug …"
He still wanted to boast a few more words, but Chen Hansheng threw down 3 100 yuan notes and left with the goods.
"Fuck, so young, so cold, so arrogant, and he even bought a voice recorder, could he be the FBI?"
In 2002, was released, and the words FBI and CIA began to become popular in China.
As for this voice recorder, Chen Hansheng naturally prepared it for Zhao Chunming.
This person could blatantly ask for money when they met for the first time, and when they met for the second time, he began to make endless requests.
To deal with this kind of troublesome brat, Chen Hansheng's solution was to have candy in one hand and a knife in the other.
However, candy was limited, and if it was beyond Chen Hansheng's tolerance, then he could only use a knife to talk.
Walking out of the Computer City, Chen Hansheng was preparing to return to school, when his shoulder was suddenly patted by someone.
"Are you here to pick me up?"
Shang Yeonyeon was wearing a long windbreaker, the style was nice, but it was very thin, and her legs were wrapped with a layer of black stockings. In the winter night, she was hunched over and shivering due to the cold.
Chen Hansheng sized her up, then waved his hand and said, "Get in the car."
"Okay, thank you, class monitor."
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