Under the autumn sun, Song Mi stood on the side of the road, watching the back of the Bentley disappear from sight, but she didn't understand why Xize had just slapped her in the face.

What's wrong with him?

Except for talking about Caesar's car last night, accidentally falling asleep and leaning on him, and accidentally drooling on his suit, nothing else happened.

He shouldn't be so cautious...

After thinking for a long time, Song Mi couldn't figure out why, so he simply stopped thinking about it and just lifted his feet and left the place.

Walk to the dry cleaners.

The new business district is not too far from the dry cleaners and can be reached by walking in 20 minutes.

On the way, Song Mi was really hungry and felt a little uncomfortable. She happened to encounter a convenience store that had a special discount on rice balls, so she went in and bought a discounted rice ball and planned to eat it in the store before leaving.

There was a row of tables and chairs placed near the window of the convenience store, and Song Mi chose a seat at the far edge to sit down.

The clerk warmed the rice balls for her attentively, but it was still a little hot. She tore open the plastic outer packaging of the rice balls. She lowered her head and exhaled gently to try to cool the rice balls.

When Song Mi looked up after taking the second puff, he found a TV hanging on the wall in front of him, playing a local channel.

On the screen is a photo of the headquarters building of Yingda Group, and next to it is a frontal photo of a middle-aged man.

The photo of the middle-aged man was not mosaic, so Song Mi recognized it at a glance. This was the uncle who slapped Tan Xize on his knees and begged for mercy last night. His name was Ge Jun.

Ge Jun...

Oh, I remembered it.

Yesterday afternoon when we were in the office, the person mentioned by Assistant Zhou in the report to Tan Nishizawa seemed to be someone who was keeping a number of female college students and had violent wives at home.

Huh.

Just listening to it is unforgivable.

The male host spoke fluent Mandarin and reported the handling of the incident in detail.

"Yingda announced the latest results. Due to Ge Jun's personal style issues, the company has removed Ge Jun from his position as general manager of Lisheng Real Estate and will never re-employ him. Yingda will never tolerate anything that has a huge negative impact on society.

The incident is hereby reported.”

"..."

After reading this paragraph in silence, Song Mi slowly took a bite of the rice ball and put it in his mouth, wrapping it on the side of his cheek. While chewing, he thought about the scene he saw last night.

Faced with Ge Jun's pleading, Tan Xize showed no expression on his face, his face was full of indifference, and he even lit a cigarette leisurely.

Combining Tan Xize's attitude with the reports he just saw, it seems that Ge Jun failed in his plea.

But he deserves it.

After eating the discounted rice ball, Song Mi took her bag and left the convenience store. On the way to the dry cleaners, she received a message from the customer service of the takeout platform.

"Hello, is this the rider Song Mi?"

Song Mi turned into a narrow road and put the phone to her ear: "Ah? What's wrong?"

"It's this kind of rider. The platform received a bad complaint about you. The order was placed at 9:43 last night. The customer needs you to call and apologize in person, otherwise they will keep complaining."

"..."

After listening, Song Mi was completely speechless.

It must be Xin Yuan's fault.

Worri...

Complaining against her at a Western restaurant is not enough to cause her to lose her part-time job? Complaining about this takeaway is also required!

"Rider, are you listening?"

Song Mi came back to his senses, stepped into a smelly puddle, and said with a stern face and a cold tone: "I refuse to call to apologize."

The customer service was silent for a few seconds.

"If you don't personally call the user to apologize, the platform will temporarily lock your order-taking system, and you will no longer be able to take orders for the time being."

"..."

Song Mi heard that Tianling Gai was about to smoke. He was so angry with his younger brother early this morning and was fired from the Western restaurant. Now that he heard about it again, he really couldn't bear it any longer.

"Lock it! I quit!"

After saying something domineering, Song Mi hung up the phone without saying a word.

The phone is stuffed into the bag.

After walking through this narrow alley, within a few minutes, Song Mi began to regret it.

Why are you so emotional?

If you think about it this way, it's really not cost-effective to lose two part-time jobs in one day.

Oh shit.

It's all the fault of that stinky mistress Xin Yuan.

The front door of the dry cleaning shop on the street is a newly opened one. The yellow and white signboards are all shiny new. The boss is an old gentleman with a shiny slicked back hair. He wears a double-breasted suit with suspenders and a

Little vest.

When Song Mi Dian entered the store, the boss was hanging a batch of dry-cleaned clothes on the rack with his back to her.

Song Mi took out the suit from his satchel and shouted.

"boss."

The boss turned his head in response, looked at her, and then at the suit in her hand: "Dry cleaning?"

"Um."

After hanging up the clothes, the boss pushed the round eyes on his face, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

Song Mi handed over the suit.

The boss took it in his hand, touched it, and said, "Little girl, isn't this suit cheap?"

"Actually, I don't know the price either." Song Mi touched his face, "I accidentally soiled someone else's suit, so I sent it over for cleaning. How much does it cost, boss?"

Boss: "You need two hundred, right?"

When Song Mi heard that it cost nearly two hundred yuan, Song Mi felt cold, "Is it so expensive?"

The boss smiled kindly and said, "This fabric is very precious and cannot be washed casually."

"……Oh well."

Even though Song Mi was worried about money, he still understood the key point. It should be that the consequences of not washing it would be disastrous.

After paying the money, Song Mi walked out of the dry cleaning shop with great pain.

Go to the next part-time job location.

Milk tea shop.

From 4 to 9 o'clock, after five hours of working part-time at a milk tea shop, Song Mi was exhausted. He didn't have a drop of energy in his body, and he felt like he was floating with every step he took.

But she can't go home yet.

She still had to push the small battery car she left on the roadside back.

The place where the battery car is outage is two or three kilometers away from where she works part-time. Walking is too slow and it is not safe at night.

I had to scan for a shared bicycle and it took more than ten minutes to ride there.

It's cold when I'm riding a bicycle in the autumn evening, and my exposed hands and face will turn red when the wind blows in my face.

Teach people to be unable to stop shuddering.

Come to the street of a street.

This is the famous bar street in Ducheng. The largest bar called "Yun" is located in the middle. The huge electronic screen sign is very eye-catching. The light and color change all the time, making it difficult for people to ignore it.

There were a lot of vehicles on this street at this time, so Song Mi had to slow down his riding speed.

Lean on the edge and move forward slowly.

There are a lot of luxury cars parked on the roadside.

It's great to have money.

Song Mi sighed inwardly and looked at each car one by one.

Sudden.

Familiar vehicles come into view.

Isn’t that talking about Caesar’s Rolls-Royce?

Is he nearby?

Song Mi pressed the handbrake, stopped the bicycle with one foot on the ground, and looked around.

really.
To be continued...