Chapter 17 Seventeen:

A family with two children expelled from it is always sometimes good and sometimes bad.

Before they even got home, Chen Xinyang started getting angry because his sister walked too fast and didn't wait for him. He crossed his arms in front of him and didn't say a word.

It was not until he entered the house that his attention was diverted to the car. While playing with it, he ran into the study to share: "Look, it lights up."

Yes, yes, it lights up.

Chen Yun held her son's armpits and moved him to the living room: "Your sister is doing homework, you can't go in and disturb her."

Chen Xinyang was lifted up by his mother, and he treated it as a game, kicking and clacking his feet and laughing.

Unfortunately, Chen Yun was hit in the chest and screamed.

She put her son down and asked: "What are you going to say after you kicked your mother?"

Chen Xinyang readily responded: "I'm sorry, Mom."

Perhaps she was afraid that her apology was not enough, so she showed a shy smile.

Chen Yun didn't mean to argue with him and ruffled his hair: "It's okay."

Chen Xinyang had no idea about forgiveness. He just knew that this was a sign that he would not be scolded. He started playing by himself and rolled around on the ground.

Chen Yun stepped over her son and went into the kitchen: "Mom, are you going tomorrow?"

Liu Yingxia was cooking: "We can't be so insincere even if we're

trying to get an exam. At least go for ten days or half a month." She added: "I didn't know this before, but the vegetarian noodles are pretty good."

Chen Yun is a typical carnivore, and she stepped back when she heard the word "vegetarian": "Will you be full?"

Liu Yingxia gestured: "I can eat two big bowls like this."

She usually doesn't eat that much, which shows that being a volunteer is all about effort.

Chen Yun: "Are you tired? How about I do it for you?"

Liu Yingxia: "No, no, I have nothing to do anyway."

Only those who have done it know how heavy the housework is.

Chen Yun: "When you are free one day, you are the most tired one in the family."

Liu Yingxia felt it was worth it when she heard this, and said, "I'll do more while I'm still young and able to work." She

then tentatively asked, "Why does Feng Lin come back so early recently? Is there something wrong in the company?"

If she knew the truth, she would be so worried that she wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Chen Yun: "I asked him to come back more often. The child misses his dad."

Liu Yingxia didn't suspect anything and served the dishes: "Will he come back today?"

Chen Yun had just asked: "No, he said he was in a meeting."

Liu Yingxia said regretfully: "I also fried duck gizzards."

Chen Yun: "Why don't you save some for him to bring to lunch tomorrow? We don't like to eat it anyway."

Liu Yingxia: "Okay, it's not healthy for him to eat takeout every day."

Whether or not to eat healthily is not the first priority of working people.

Song Fenglin was sitting in the conference room at this moment, and he just wanted the earth to explode.

Zhang Peng was even angrier than him. He threw the folder and A4 papers flew all over the place: "He Hong, are you satisfied now?"

He Hong crossed her arms: "What's wrong with you again?"

The calmer the opponent is, the angrier it makes him.

Zhang Peng: "Okay, okay, okay. Now that Bluechuang's financing has completely failed, I will no longer tolerate you.

Just use any tricks you have." Who is tolerating whom? He Hong: "The failure of financing is your incompetence. What's the point of barking here?"

Zhang Peng couldn't help but lean forward on the desk after calling someone a dog.

Seeing that the veins on his forehead were popping out, Song Fenglin was afraid that some violent incident might occur, so he hurried to stop him.

Zhang Peng was filled with rage, all directed at him: "Don't think I don't know, you are in cahoots with her."

Song Fenglin had been trying hard to maintain his neutrality these days, and now he no longer had the energy to negotiate.

He took a deep breath: "Calm down."

Zhang Peng only heard the meaning of "Don't be unreasonable" from his tone, and became even more furious: "It's none of your business!"

His movements were large and he was not small in physique.

Song Fenglin took two steps back and fell down.

All the middle and senior management were present today, and someone quickly came up to help: "Are you okay, Mr. Song?"

Song Fenglin was thick-skinned and waved his hand: "It's okay."

He supported himself to stand up, took a deep breath and said nothing.

As soon as He Hong saw that he was performing well, she quickly provoked him: "How many old employees are left in the company? Zhang Peng, you don't even look at what you have done. It's so disheartening."

It was indeed disheartening. Song Fenglin lowered his head and looked at the carpet.

He really didn't want to get involved in these things, and said, "If what we want to discuss today has nothing to do with technology, I'll go back."

He Hong hurriedly said, "Okay, take it easy. If you feel uncomfortable, remember to go to the hospital. The company will reimburse you."

Song Fenglin felt that he was being sandwiched by the couple, and he was exhausted all over.

He didn't want to respond to anyone's words now and walked out slowly.

With a step, he touched Zhang Peng's reverse scale.

Just when he was losing his mind, he didn't expect that someone would dare to add fuel to the fire. His tone was as tense as an old printer, and he spoke word by word: "If you don't want to do it so much, don't come tomorrow."

At this time, Song Fenglin actually had the wisdom to turn on the recording.

He clenched his cell phone and turned back slowly: "Mr. Zhang, do you want to fire me?"

This was tantamount to a provocation. Zhang Peng regained the dignity of a superior: "That's right, unless you..."

He was interrupted by He Hong before he finished the second half of the sentence: "He is talking nonsense, Fenglin, don't take it to heart."

She disrupted the financing in order to ensure her own say in the company's shares, and she had no intention of letting the company fail as well.

But the more she persuaded him, the more Zhang Peng sang a different tune: "It's not your turn to decide yet."

Okay, Song Fenglin pushed his glasses: "What about the compensation standard?"

When it comes to his own interests, Zhang Peng can actually react.

But he was stuck here now and couldn't withdraw temporarily.

Both sides looked at each other in silence, and Song Fenglin actually understood the look in the other person's eyes, which seemed to want him to give them a way out.

But everyone has dignity. He said, "Mr. Zhang has changed his mind?"

Zhang Peng was a man of integrity. "Follow the law."

Originally he was on the layoff list, but now he was the one being laid off.

Song Fenglin actually felt that the mood was quite strange.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he signed the layoff notice, and after confirming that the compensation amount was correct, he put it away: "There is still one month left for the handover. See you tomorrow."

To be honest, his back view is so cool and handsome.

But Zhang Peng looked even angrier and tried hard to convince him that this decision was the right one.

Of course, he is not a fool to have such wealth. Instead, he reflected on himself: "I was too impulsive today. Let's talk about it tomorrow. The meeting is adjourned."

Everyone dispersed in a mob. A few people with faster legs caught up with Song Fenglin: "Mr. Song, are you really leaving?"

Song Fenglin put his hands in his pockets: "I can't leave for a while. I will treat everyone to dinner after the handover."

He looked calm and did not seem to be affected at all.

Those who are more concerned have already started to wonder if he already has a new employer, otherwise he would not have risen up today.

Someone blurted out: "What are your plans after that?"

Song Fenglin: "Take a break, take my family out to play, my daughter is going to elementary school, so I will help her with her homework."

He really planned to have a happy family. Someone reacted: "You still have a non-compete agreement."

Song Fenglin: "Yes, I don't have to work for the next two years and I can get subsidies."

How is that possible? Most people would not believe it, because that subsidy was a drop in the bucket compared to his previous income.

But if we continue talking about it, we will have evidence of other people's violations, so everyone stopped talking about it and went home tacitly.

After moving to Wanjiang Prefecture, Song Fenglin has been walking this road for almost three years.

He had the impression that he was always in a hurry, and this was the first time he took the time to look around.

The office building on the left is brightly lit, and the sign of the gym in the building on the right is the brightest.

Song Fenglin thought that it would be more appropriate to open a psychological clinic or something like that, and looked down at his belly.

He reached out and patted, then slowly walked forward again, bypassing the shared bikes parked in a mess.

He was also sharp-eyed. He noticed that one of the cars was not locked, so he locked it with the spirit of helping others.

After doing a good deed, he felt relaxed all over, and even his steps became lighter.

However, due to his own weight, he still looked clumsy no matter how fast he ran, and it was easy for him to run out of breath.

Panting, Song Fenglin kicked a stone on the roadside.

He actually still felt a little aggrieved in his heart, and the events of the past ten years seemed to flash by like flowing water.

What's more, people will develop feelings for a place if they stay there for a long time, and he himself is the type who is easily moved by subtle emotions.

The more this happened, the more desolate the background sound seemed.

Song Fenglin wanted to listen to a song for a rare time, so he put on his headphones and chose the most recently played song.

He and his wife share a software membership, and they both have similar aesthetic tastes in this matter.

But Chen Yun recently had a new hobby, so he was forced to listen to a cover song by Chen Zhiwen.

This handsome guy’s singing skills are really bad. Even after the tuning, his voice seems to be listless and weak.

The more Song Fenglin listened, the more confident he became. He thought that if someone of his level could make his debut, there was nothing he couldn't do.

Everything in front of me was cleared up and digested before I got home.

At least Chen Yun didn't notice anything unusual on his face at first glance, and said, "You're back just in time. You can tell them stories tonight. I have to make a sandbag for Xingxing. She has to take it with her tomorrow."

Song Fenglin: "Okay, I'll take a shower."

Chen Yun was threading the needle under the lamp, planning to finish making it for her daughter and then for her son.

She also had experience in raising children, and she knew that no matter what the reason, she would definitely cause a big fuss in Heaven tomorrow.

Song Fenglin coaxed both children to sleep, and seeing that she was still struggling with the needle and thread, he said, "Give it to me."

Chen Yun explained weakly, "I sewed it very tightly, but it just leaked."

Song Fenglin looked at the bumpy stitches, cut them open and started over again: "Well, it's a problem with the cloth."

Chen Yun: "I'm ashamed of you doing this."

Song Fenglin smiled: "I thought you were ashamed just now."

Chen Yun: "I'm thick-skinned, I don't even know how to write these two words."

She went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and pushed it over, saying, "I thought your meeting would be very late."

Song Fenglin paused: "There's something I didn't have time to discuss with you in advance." "

Not in time" probably means that the matter is already done.

Chen Yun's heart skipped a beat: "What happened?"

Song Fenglin: "We had a quarrel at night, and I was fired as a matter of course."

How serious must the quarrel be? Chen Yun: "Did he point at your nose and scold you?"

When she asked this question, she already had the answer in her mind. She cursed: "Why did he do that? I'll go find him tomorrow."

Song Fenglin quickly comforted her: "No, no, it's just me who added fuel to the fire."

He has been feeling bitter and resentful every day since he got off work recently. Chen Yun was skeptical: "Really?"

Song Fenglin: "I won't lie to you."

This sentence is much more credible. Chen Yun: "That's good, otherwise I'm sure You're not done with him, let our mother go to hold the banner."

Song Fenglin: "I thought you were going to go."

Chen Yun: "I still have some skin." He

asked again: "What's the compensation standard?"

Song Fenglin: "You can get 15 months, and there are two years of non-compete agreement subsidies."

When Chen Yun was laid off, it didn't involve such advanced things as non-compete agreements, so he was very curious: "How much is the subsidy?"

Song Fenglin: "More than 20,000 before tax."

Chen Yun calculated it in his mind and patted him on the shoulder gently: "Congratulations, you are out of the sea of ​​​​suffering."

He took out a beer from the refrigerator: "Want to drink?"

At this moment, it is very suitable for a drink.

Song Fenglin held the embroidery needle

and said, "Okay." There was a kind of beauty that was a mixture of Zhang Fei and Lin Daiyu.

Chen Yun got drunk before she even drank, and she was laughing like a little duck.