With a loud bang, Zhou Shengda's office immediately became quiet. Both Yang Feng and Zhou Shengda looked at the computer monitor in front of him, the case and the desk that had been broken into two pieces.

Zhou Shengda's eyes were almost protruding, while Yang Feng raised his right hand and looked left and right, as if he had seen his palm clearly for the first time in years.

After a long time, Zhou Shengda, who had a pale face, pointed at Yang Feng and shouted: "Okay, Yang Feng...you...you dare to destroy the company's property."

Yang Feng's reaction was not slow. After being shocked, he immediately said that he would not take the blame. Although Zhou Shengda's desk was not a very high-end product, it still costs one or two thousand yuan. He quickly defended himself: "What are you ruining? I just now, I slapped the table. Didn't you also shoot it? Maybe the quality of this table is too poor and it will be broken. Otherwise, you call everyone to judge and see who is wrong!"

The result of the quarrel was that one stared at each other and left nothing. After all, slapping a solid desk in half with one slap is too fantastic. What kind of martial arts master do you think is among the people?

The result of a quarrel with the leader and apart the leader's desk was... One hour later, Yang Feng walked out of the gate of Dalitong Logistics Company with a cardboard box in his arms.

Yang Feng was fired, it was that simple. But the only thing that is thankful is that Zhou Shengda not only paid him the full salary last month, but also paid him a two-month salary according to regulations. Zhou Shengda did not think about finding a reason to deduct Yang Feng’s salary, but at the end of the matter, he still truthfully paid the salary to Yang Feng. After all, after he came to his senses just now, Zhou Shengda was also scared. Others didn’t know that he still didn’t know whether the desk that had been used for several years was a parallel product?

That desk was a solid wood desk he personally chose, and it was solid. Moreover, Yang Feng slapped the desk apart with a slap, which was so scary. If he really forced this guy to get angry and put it on, his small body would not be stronger than that desk. In order to save money for the company, he hurt himself, that was something that only fools would do.

Yang Feng, who was walking out of the company's door, was about to wait for the bus, but before he could reach the intersection, he heard a sound coming from behind.

"Yang Feng...wait..."

After Yang Feng turned around, he saw Sister Xu wearing a plain professional suit running towards him from the company's door. When she ran to Yang Feng, she stretched out her little hand and pulled Yang Feng's arm without saying a word.

"You little brat, why are you fired, don't tell me, I'll beg you for mercy!"

"Oh... it hurts!" Yang Feng smiled bitterly and begged for mercy, "Sister Xu, you don't know my temper. The thing I want to do the most in my life is to ask for help. What's more, that bastard Zhou Shengda has been disliked for a day or two. Even if you beg him, it won't be of much use. Besides, it's better to be quarrel. The world is so big, I just take this opportunity to go around."

"You can go around... at most you can go around your beautiful community. Do I still don't know you after knowing you for so many years?"

Sister Xu stretched out her slender jade finger and poked Yang Feng's forehead with a regret. Since Yang Feng came to the company three years ago, she has been very concerned about this young boy who was only nineteen years old at that time. She also likes to "bully" Yang Feng on weekdays. Perhaps this is related to Yang Feng's appearance, her younger brother who died in her early years. As soon as she heard the news that Yang Feng was fired, she immediately ran out of the office.

Yang Feng grabbed Sister Xu and poked her little finger on the forehead and smiled bitterly: "Sister Xu, stop poking, poking me again. If I become stupid, you will have to support me for the rest of my life."

"Nothing is possible, so how can women raise men? You should raise me... Bah bah bah bah bah... You little bah bah, how dare you take advantage of me!" Halfway through speaking, Sister Xu realized that she had actually let this guy who was much younger than her take advantage of her. She was so angry that she reached out to twist Yang Feng's ears.

Yang Feng turned his head and avoided it, grabbed her hand and smiled bitterly: "Sister Xu, this is the door of the company, you have to pay attention to your image."

Sister Xu turned her head and saw that many people on the roadside were looking at this side curiously. After she realized this, she realized that the guy in front of her was still holding her right hand. Her fair and pretty face turned red, and she gritted her silver teeth and said coldly: "Don't let go of my hand yet."

"Uh... OK."

Yang Feng looked down and realized that the two of them were already close at this time. A faint fragrance of mature women was constantly coming. After a big blushing face, he quickly let go of Sister Xu's little hand and took two steps to get a distance. For a moment, an awkward smell filled the two of them.

He nodded twice, and finally Yang Feng couldn't help but say, "Sister Xu, that's it... If it's okay, I'll go back first. I'll treat you to a meal when I have time."

Although Sister Xu's face was still blushing, she couldn't help laughing. She gave Yang Feng a blank look and said coquettishly: "Come on, your salary is not enough for your own expenses. And now you have lost your job, so you have to save some money before finding a new job. If you have any difficulties in life these days, call me. I can't help with the big ones, and I can still help with the little ones."

"Thank you, Sister Xu, but don't worry. It's not easy for someone as handsome as me to find a new job!" Yang Feng slapped his chest with a thump.

"Puchi!" Sister Xu was amused by him. She looked at Yang Feng carefully, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes: "You can't tell me, why did I find that my skin has become much whiter than before in the past few days. I suddenly looked at it so handsome."

"That's, who am I, the number one handsome guy in Daliton!"

Yang Feng showed off his gaze as if I was a handsome guy, making Sister Xu tremble.

"Then... I'll go back first, it's cold outside, don't catch a cold."

"Okay, you go back first, call me when you encounter difficulties!"

After the two chatted for a few more times, they waved goodbye.

More than forty minutes later, Yang Feng pushed open the door of the rental house, put the cardboard box on the ground, and then sat on the chair. Although the weather was still very cold, Yang Feng still felt a small flame burning in his heart. Today's incident made Yang Feng realize that in this society where money is paramount, a Dousheng minority who has no money or power to live at the bottom of society can only be controlled by others.

Thinking of what happened just now, Yang Feng was angry with Zhou Shengda's uncle and nephew, and was grateful to Sister Xu. He lived alone without graduating from junior high school and worked hard in society for several years. He naturally knew who was false to him and who really cared about him. Yang Feng was really grateful to this beautiful and kind sister. He also vaguely felt that the relationship between him and the kind sister Xu was getting closer and closer. However, Yang Feng was also very clear about his own affairs and was trying hard to avoid such things. Now he has left the company, so he should not have a chance to meet her from now on.

Thinking of this, Yang Feng couldn't help feeling a little sad. He had been wandering alone in this city for so long. He was used to the warmth and warmth of human feelings. He actually cherished his friendship with Sister Xu very much. Unfortunately, this friendship may gradually fade or even disappear with time.

However, Yang Feng is not the kind of person who is sad about spring and autumn. He quickly adjusted his mood and considered his future prospects.

With the improvement of living standards, the rent in Nanjing has gradually increased. Take the house that Yang Feng rented for example. Although it is only one bedroom and one living room, it costs 400 yuan a month. In addition to the water and electricity bills, it has already taken up one-third of his daily salary. With Yang Feng's daily expenses, it will have to pay at least more than one thousand yuan a month. If he doesn't find a job as soon as possible, he may not be able to hold on for a few months with the little money in his card.

Just thinking about his low education, Yang Feng felt a little troubled. In this era when there were so many bachelor's degree and master's degree, even aunts who clean toilets had college degrees. It was not easy to find a job with a stable salary and satisfactory salary. Young people like Yang Feng, who only have high school education, either go south to the Pearl River Delta to work in a factory or do physical work. In addition, unless you have a connection, a good job will never have any intersection with you.

Yang Feng, who was thinking about it, hit his forehead with an irritable punch on the table next to him.

"bump……"

Only a muffled sound was heard, and the table Yang Feng used to eat made a continuous crackling sound, and then it fell apart and fell to the ground and raised a burst of dust, covering Yang Feng who was stunned on the spot.

"Ahem cough cough..."

I don’t know how long it took, a cough sounded. Yang Feng looked at the table that was smashed into pieces by himself in shock, and then his fists, and was stunned. It seemed that he didn’t use much strength just now, why did the table fall apart again? Hey... why did he say the word “you” again? By the way, Zhou Shengda’s table seems to be so disbanded today. Could it be that the guy has become a martial arts master after he traveled back?

When he thought of the word "time travel", Yang Feng was silent. He had just returned from time travel and still remembered those days in the Ming Dynasty, especially when he thought of only eating wild vegetables, coarse grain cakes that could only be fed pigs for two consecutive days, he felt his stomach twitching, and he would never forget the taste of it for the rest of his life.

"The Ming Dynasty was too dangerous. There was no policeman there to protect you. I was another black householder who had no way to guide me. If I traveled through it, I might not even be able to save my life."

"No, there is a virgin land without development. What's the point of road? As long as you have money to apply for an ID card in modern society, it's easy to get a job in the Ming Dynasty. If you can get some good goods from there and return to modern times, you will soon be able to develop!"

Yang Feng, who was sitting on the chair, had a fight between heaven and man, and he fell into deep thought...
Chapter completed!