I don't know how long it took, but Meng Fan passed out and lay motionless on the bed, his face pale and bloodless.

Feng Yingying thought she had killed Meng Fan, so she huddled in the corner, trembling all over, her face turned pale with fear, and her eyes were dull.

In the bedroom, there was total silence, and you could hear the drop of a needle. Only the clock on the wall kept ticking. Just like that, everything was still.

Meng Fan was sweating profusely, which was caused by the pain just now. The tattoo pattern on the shoulder on his back has been imprinted on Meng Fan's skin. There is no redness or swelling, and there is not even the most basic reaction, as if it was attached.

Just like a picture, even the blood that flowed from Meng Fan's back had completely disappeared.

Until midnight, Meng Fan stretched as if in a dream. Feng Yingying, who was hiding in the corner in a daze, stood up suddenly when she saw this, "Ah——" she exclaimed and looked at her in horror.

Meng Fan.

Meng Fan slowly sat up straight and looked at the overly nervous Feng Yingying. Zhou Shuai just remembered the tattoo thing just now and felt a little unhappy. He smoked a cigarette and said coldly: "Yingying, tell me the truth, this thing

Where did it come from?! Although I have never had a tattoo, I know it won’t hurt this much.”

Only then did Feng Yingying realize that Meng Fan was not dead. She breathed a long sigh of relief, lowered her head guiltily, and whispered: "Meng Fan - I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it. This is all...

Is that that person?"

"That person?! Who is that person!?" Meng Fan frowned, and his heart skipped a beat.

Feng Yingying slowly sat beside the bed and touched the tattoo on Meng Fan's back: "In the morning, it was very early and there were no doors nearby. An old man knocked on my door. I was shocked. That old man

I walked in directly. I didn’t know him. As soon as he walked in, he took out this thing and asked me to give you a tattoo. I wanted to ask him why he listened to you. The old man stared at me and said, if he doesn’t give you a tattoo,

You will have a fatal disaster and you can't escape it. What the old man said was very weird. He even knew about your visit to the head office this afternoon. He also said that you will definitely come here for a haircut today. When you come in the afternoon, I will understand.

Yes, what the old man said is true, I didn’t dare to tell you because I was afraid you wouldn’t believe it.”

Meng Fan was indescribably shocked. In the morning? The head office was recruiting drivers? All this had just happened in the morning. The old man had guessed everything. He even made it clear that he came here to get a haircut. Who is this person? Behind the scenes.

What are weird tattoos? A tiger is not a tiger? A unicorn is not a unicorn? A dragon is not a dragon?

Thinking of this, Meng Fan couldn't help but feel chills on his back. Feng Yingying would not lie to him. The most important thing was the mysterious old man. Looking at Feng Yingying, Meng Fan asked again: "Did he say anything else? What did he look like?"

?What kind of dress?"

Feng Yingying thought deeply for a moment: "She looks very weird, and her clothes are very rustic, but she is very clean, has a white beard, and wears a hat. I also thought, why should I wear a hat in the summer? My body is very stiff and I can't walk."

There was no sound. After he said these words, he turned around and left. When I went out to look for him, I could no longer see anyone and there was not even a sound."

Meng Fan's heart was pounding, as if he wanted to take a shot. Suddenly, he remembered what was reported today. He looked at his watch and saw that it was already early in the morning. He sighed: "Because of your troubles, I couldn't even go to the head office today."

None of them went."

Feng Yingying felt guilty, slowly lying in Meng Fan's arms, and then started crying: "Meng Fan, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry... When I heard the old man said that your life was in disaster, I was frightened.

, and then you came to my place for a haircut and told me to go to the head office, I didn’t dare to think about anything. Really, the first thing I thought about was to give you a tattoo.”

Meng Fan smiled, he could understand Feng Yingying, patted his shoulder and said: "Okay, go to sleep, it's getting late, I have to go to the head office tomorrow." After saying that, the two turned off the lights and went to sleep.

She didn't fall asleep all night. Feng Yingying was still scared because of the scene just now. She hugged Meng Fan tightly and didn't dare to relax at all. But Meng Fan's mind was filled with thoughts about that mysterious old man. What could he do?

We all know it, but what does it mean to give the pattern to yourself?

After a night of no results, Meng Fan left the barber shop early the next day and rushed towards the construction site. The co-workers all went to work, so he cleaned himself up, put on some clothes, and wore the tattoo on his back all night.

There was no reaction, but Meng Fan was still frightened and did not dare to touch it.

Soon, everything was settled. I carried a travel bag, said goodbye to the workers on the construction site, and then headed towards the head office.

The head office is located in the Chongyang District in the bustling area of ​​Binjiang. However, Meng Fan is located in the development zone with two major districts in between. The journey took more than half an hour.

Arriving at the head office building, the employees had already started to go to work. A group of men and women were neatly dressed and walked quickly into the office building. They had professional smiles, professional footwork, professional dress, and professional courtesy. In short,

Some of this group of business white-collar people live in the workplace.

As soon as Meng Fan got out of the car, he was shocked by the sight in front of him. A huge office building with more than ten floors was inlaid with dark blue crystal glass. On a long monument in front of the office building, there were seven words "Xinghai Group Branch" engraved on it.

Big characters, strong and powerful font, strong and tenacious.

Meng Fan looked around, took out his mobile phone, and was about to make a call. A silver-gray Enclave stopped in front of him. Fang Min came out of the car and saw that Meng Fan was a little unhappy: "Why are you here now?"

?Didn’t I tell you to come yesterday?” Her words were cold, without any emotion, and she had the aura of a strong woman in her every move.

At this time, every white-collar worker who was walking towards the office building looked sideways, looking at how this strange uncle Meng Fan could get along with his most stern boss?!

Meng Fan was suppressed by Fang Min for a moment. He felt extremely uncomfortable and wanted to fight back, but after all, the other party was the boss. He lowered his head in guilt: "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I was delayed yesterday because of something."

Fang Min's eyes showed no emotion, and he said coldly: "As an employee of a company, you must at least have a sense of time. If you can't even guarantee this, how can you be my driver in the future? If I have important business needs,

Talk, how can you guarantee not to delay the company's affairs." With his sharp tongue and strong tone, Mr. Fang once again gave Meng Fan a slap in the face, leaving little of his original vigor.

But who is Meng Fan? He is naturally stupid and bold. He murmurs in his heart: Damn it, you are such a stupid bitch, why should you teach me a lesson? But you don’t dare to say that, and his face was startled: "Mr. Fang, I know, and

Compared with the company's interests, my personal interests are insignificant, but what does it matter? I was really busy yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't be flattered by you today. If in the future, the company really has important business, and I am busy

, even if there is a death in the family, my parents will come over, because I know that the company's affairs are related to thousands of people, so I will not be careless.

But for your personal matters, if something happens to me, as long as it’s not serious, I will never come, because employees are also human beings, and they also have emotions and desires. Don’t compare me with a bunch of stupid white-collar workers in the company. I don’t like that kind of brainless work.

Life. If you are not satisfied, I will turn around and leave now. It’s no big deal. Who gets what he wants? Since I can’t afford the royal meal, there is no need to beg for nothing and look at your faces.”

As soon as he finished saying these plausible words, Fang Min was dumbfounded, and some white-collar workers passing by were also dumbfounded. This elder brother, who was dressed like a farmer, could actually say such righteous words. It was so sensational. Speaking of white-collar workers,

My compatriots have understood in their hearts, yes, employees are human beings too, and they also have emotions and desires. If you say you want to work overtime, you will work overtime, if you say you want to reduce your salary, you will reduce your salary, if you say you want to lay off workers, you will lay off workers. Damn it, what do we white-collar workers do? Are we temporary workers or puppets?

The white-collar workers passing by looked at Meng Fan gratefully. Some raised their clenched fists to cheer him up, and some even clapped their hands and cheered. However, before they could shout out, Fang Min's cold eyes shone in the direction of the white-collar workers.

He scurried away with his head in his arms, and before leaving, he didn't even take a glance at this farmer brother who was dressed in a very rustic style. He was so unique.

Fang Min breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Meng Fan nodding vigorously. She didn't know what it meant? Was it admiration or saying that you were finished.

However, Meng Fan shrugged indifferently: "Okay, Mr. Fang, goodbye..." After saying that, without waiting for Fang Min to speak, he turned around and left with his travel bag.

Fang Min was angry, what did this mean? A little farmer looked at him, and he jumped up in anger, and shouted to Meng Fan who was gradually leaving: "Come back - who told you to leave?!

"

Meng Fan paused relaxedly, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "Damn, it's so dangerous, I thought I really had no chance of this job? However, through this incident, I figured out that the woman is him

Damn, you can't be used to it. Even the women who are in the upper echelons, Wu Zetian, Cixi, are all spoiled by them. Without the favor of men, these women are nothing but idiots..."

With such words floating in his mind, he turned around with an indifferent expression and looked at Fang Min in the distance: "Boss, are you going to illegally detain me? Aren't you going to let me go?"

Fang Min's snow-white cheeks were flushed with anger. He didn't know why, but he was made to lose control by the peasant boy in front of him. Thinking about his many years of exposure to business, what he has developed is his temperament. Today, he is actually in the whole person.

I can't control myself at all.

"Who asked you to leave? Did I let you go? I am the boss and you are the boss?!" Fang Min suppressed his anger and looked at the eyes of others around him, not daring to get angry.

Meng Fan raised his eyebrows disapprovingly: "You are not satisfied. You say that I have no sense of time and that I am lazy and have no rhythm. Why am I still here? Do you want to make people laugh? I am just a peasant construction worker.

, you asked me to come to the company to be your driver, so I came, and when I came, you were picky again, so I left? You set the standards for me, a migrant worker, at the standards of a city white-collar worker.

Sir, don’t you think you are at fault?

If every migrant worker is like this, I don’t know who else will build the houses in this city? Who else will provide you with food and drink? So, Mr. Fang, don’t be too professional, remember that people are

If you don’t have feelings, you can’t go deep into the grassroots and understand your employees, so how to be a good leader.”

"Wow...that's so well said..."

Suddenly, a shout came from the side, followed by countless applause. Fang Min turned his head and looked coldly, and found that employees from every department in the company ran down and gathered here.

, Fang Min glared at everyone, but everyone ignored him completely, clapping his hands vigorously, even his hands were swollen, but it still didn't matter.

On the other side, several beauties from the sales department swarmed around Meng Fan in excitement, and everyone wanted to sign.

Meng Fan didn't care and asked everyone calmly: "Where to sign?"

"On clothes?"

"No, on the collar"

"No, on the cuff-"

Everyone was rushing to grab it. Meng Fan raised his hands like a leader and waved to signal everyone to be still. Then he paused and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. Let me ask you first, what is the most attractive thing about you?"

"

Suddenly, a group of beauties in front of them fell into deep thought and murmured: "What is the most attractive place?"

Thinking about it, suddenly a girl reacted first and raised her hand: "Do you always look at the face first when looking at people?"
Chapter completed!