At the intersection of Xingshun Street, the sign that occupied the golden position around the corner was flashing with colorful bright lights. The familiar cartoon images and fonts on it highlighted the identity of the store.

‘Xingshun Branch of Grassland Chain Barbecue Shop’

To be honest, Lin Zhengjun always felt that the aesthetics of this barbecue shop were very problematic. The style and color scheme of this sign were not earthy, but the earthy ones were gone, but the business was very good. The beautiful sign next door looked elegant and atmospheric, representing the minimalist style of postmodernism did not bring any benefits to its owner. Judging from the cold appearance in the store, it probably won't last long.

Standing next to the trash can at the intersection, Lin Zhengjun was smoking a cigarette silently. The cigarette butt was dull, his eyes were dumb, and his mind subconsciously echoed the scene that happened in the private room of the barbecue restaurant just now.

Today, the team leader brought everyone to eat big players. Of course, the money was paid by the company. The reason was that there would be overtime work on the weekends tomorrow and the next two days. The company paid for everyone to have a meal to calm everyone's irritability. Speaking of which, the company still has a little bit of humanity left.

Of course, this is a bit insincere. In fact, Lin Zhengjun has been able to work in this company for almost four years, which fully demonstrates that the working environment and atmosphere of this company are still acceptable.

As for the reason why Lin Zhengjun was in a low mood at the moment, it was not because he had to work overtime continuously. Lin Zhengjun was a single dog. When he was free, he would play games and read books at home. There was no place to go, so there was little difference between working overtime and not working overtime. Lin was completely concerned about the evidence of 996.

The reason why I was depressed was smoked and ran out to scatter my air was because I was blocked by everyone's complaints conference just now.

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol. Everyone started by complaining about the company's heavy work and the troubles in their respective work, and finally turned into a complaint meeting of the bottom-level people. One by one, the ones who complained about the world were almost crying. Lin Zhengjun was really depressed and found an excuse to smoke and slipped out.

Lin Zhengjun is not without empathy. Who hasn’t had any bad things in this world? Lin Zhengjun, who has been kicked several times, is not full of revolutionary optimism. However, there are some things you cannot always think about. Even though you know that it is a splash of shit, it will be boring to always poke with a stick. People must learn to be confused.

That's right, you have to learn to turn a blind eye to life. Although Lin Zhengjun is not in his forties, he can still understand some things.

"What's wrong? Are you depressed?"

A familiar voice sounded behind his back. Lin Zhengjun turned around, grinned, and looked at the person who was coming with his eyes. The colorless lights flashed on his somewhat haggard face, but his eyes were gentle and calm.

"Brother Xiang, why did you run out too? Do you smoke?"

Lin Zhengjun handed the cigarette box to the smiling Xiang Haichao. Xiang Haichao smiled and shook his head, with a hint of shake and relief in his eyes.

"No, I finally quit, you can't get it, there's no benefit."

Lin Zhengjun smiled slightly:

“It’s just a habit.”

Xiang Haichao smiled understandingly. Lao Yangu naturally understood the smokers' ideas. In fact, if possible, Xiang Haichao also wanted to smoke a cigarette.

"Is there something wrong? Can you tell me?"

Lin Zhengjun shook his head. Xiang Haichao was the leader of the first group of their marketing department and his boss since Lin Zhengjun joined the company. He has always been with Lin Zhengjun. Xiang Haichao has average work ability. The most important thing is that he has a good personality, never over-committed people, nor will he rob his subordinates of his credit. When his subordinates are in trouble, he will never refuse to help. He is a rare good boss.

This is also one of the important reasons why Lin Zhengjun has been working in this company for more than four years.

"It's nothing, I just don't like what they say. I'm not an angry young man in his eighties and twenty years old. What's the point of throwing out trash to each other like this? It's better to come out and have some breath."

Xiang Haichao smiled silently:

"It's okay to vent occasionally, but it's easy to have problems when you're stuck in your heart."

Lin Zhengjun was stunned, then smiled and shook his head:

"Leader is a leader, you can see so far."

Xiang Haichao hugged Lin Zhengjun's back of the head in anger and laughed and scolded:

"You boy, don't scold me around the bush, just pretend I can't hear it!"

Lin Zhengjun smiled and said:

"I'm wronged to death. I really like you. I'm definitely not a disguised black fan."

"You boy, who am I? Look at my payroll, how much more money does it cost to you?"

"several?"

Xiang Haichao raised his hand and Lin Zhengjun quickly flashed over. In fact, he knew Xiang Haichao’s payroll and had secretly looked at it. He was about a thousand yuan more than his.

Xiang Haichao smiled, turned his head to look at the vehicles and passers-by that were constantly moving in the night, sighed slowly, and his face gradually calmed down.

"Actually, I'm also full of resentment sometimes, but I'm embarrassed to say it."

Lin Zhengjun was stunned again, and then replied with a smile:

"Then brother, tell me."

Xiang Haichao turned his head and looked at Lin Zhengjun. After a moment of staying, he smiled relievedly, turned his head and looked at the flowing flow path:

"What's there to say? It's just like a person knows the warmth and coldness of water. Actually, I'm not dissatisfied with it. My parents are alive, my wife is virtuous, and my cute little angel, haha..."

Xiang Haichao's smile was calm on his face, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with a gentle and happy atmosphere.

Lin Zhengjun was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable feeling broke out in his heart, which made him feel a little breathless. He raised his hand and bit his cigarette mouth in his mouth, took a sip, and the choking smoke rushed into his cold heart and lungs, warming his trembling mood.

Yes, Xiang Haichao's parents are alive, but his father has diabetes, his eyes are almost blind, his mother is uremia, and he is undergoing dialysis, but his wife is healthy, but his little angel has a brain injury in the fetus, diagnosed with autism, and requires lifelong treatment.

Fortunately, Xiang Haichao's parents have pensions and medical insurance, but they also have to pay some of the treatment costs themselves, especially dialysis costs and some imported medicines, plus health care and physical therapy and other expenses. The pensions of the two elderly people are simply not enough.

Xiang Haichao’s daughter’s expenses are a bit terrible. Not only does it have expensive treatment costs, but it also has child care and health care costs. The child care costs alone are about 6,000 to 7,000 yuan per month, not to mention medical expenses. The medical expenses of children are not shared without medical insurance.

Xiang Haichao and his wife had a total income of less than 20,000 yuan. Even in a metropolis like Haicheng, the income of 20,000 yuan is still good for ordinary families. However, after deducting the expenses of three patients in the family, Xiang Haichao's family's budget is almost negative every month. Xiang Haichao's wife had to work part-time to help supplement the family at night, so she could barely live her life.

It is precisely because Lin Zhengjun knows this that when his colleagues complain in the private room, he can't agree with it. People like Brother Xiang didn't say anything. They have nothing to say. What's the point of not finding a wife! What is the point of not being able to afford a house! What is the point of not having a luxury car! That's a bullshit without a brand-name bag!

If you have the ability, you can try living with three patients!!

Lin Zhengjun exhaled the smoke from his lungs with force, and reached out and pressed the cigarette butt tightly into the ashtray above the trash can:

"Brother Xiang, don't you feel miserable?"

As soon as the question came out, Lin Zhengjun felt a little regretful. He looked at Xiang Haichao with some guilt. Xiang Haichao narrowed his eyes and thought:

"Is it bitter? Well, it seems to be quite bitter, just like climbing a mountain on your back. But this is life, Xiaolin, you don't understand, you will understand when you have a child. Holding her soft body, feeling her infinite dependence and attachment to you, you feel that all the suffering is worth it."

Lin Zhengjun tried to go to the virtual for a while, but he could not feel the wonderful experience that Xiang Haichao said, so he had to shake his head helplessly and said:

"I don't understand, actually, I think it's boring to live."

"Haha, don't, life may be difficult, but it's really beautiful. Think about the good places more and wait for you to have children..."

"Brother Xiang, I must have a girlfriend first."

"Then find a girlfriend first. You are not young anymore. Didn't your family urge you?"

"Haha, how could it be that there is no one? But Brother Xiang, is it not good to live alone? Is it because I have too much money, is it too naughty, or is the game not fun? The novel is not good? I have to find someone to help me spend money and take care of me, and then I don't let me play games and not let me read novels, and I specially help her wash clothes, cook and clear her shopping cart? I'm not that unfaithful yet!"

Xiang Haichao was stunned, his face looked like he was constipated, and after a while he smiled bitterly:

"Forget it, I don't understand your ideas at all. There is a generation gap!"

"Brother Xiang, it's a shame to say that. You're just seven years older than me."

"Haha, now it's the information age, five years a generation."

Xiang Haichao patted Lin Zhengjun on the shoulder with a sigh:

"Okay, go in after smoking, don't make people think you are not sociable."

Lin Zhengjun curled his lips:

"Brother Xiang, you are just too fond of worrying. I can care about what others think of me, and they don't give me money to spend."

"You can't say that. The relationship between colleagues should be well done. Even if you can't let them be your help, you can't let them be your resistance, what do you think?"

Lin Zhengjun looked at Xiang Haichao helplessly:

"Okay, Brother Xiang, you have the final say. The leader must give you a good reputation. Brother Xiang will play high!"

"You boy, am I still pointing at this job? Will you be lucky enough to fight me? Or will the company give me a promotion and salary increase? Let's go, don't be too slow!"
Chapter completed!