This matter is about a child without a mother. It’s a long story.

The cause and effect are so coincidental.

The place where Wei Qian and his team worked on their first project now has a mature project department. Of course, due to the limitations of the city's own development, the investment scale of this team has always been small, and the staffing is not very good.

This is where it happens.

The cause was Mr. Zhang’s cousin.

Mr. Zhang himself is a well-known scumbag, which is beyond reproach, but his cousin is not a simple person - he was the secretary of the municipal party committee back then, and now he has been promoted to the provincial level.

Through some gossip, Wei Qian and his friends also heard that this valuable cousin would most likely be transferred directly to a municipality as the top leader in a few years. This person is extremely good at scheming, has a wide network of contacts, and a deep background. During his tenure, he actually achieved quite a few political achievements, and built the core business districts of third- and fourth-tier small cities that are no worse than those of provincial capitals.

No one can tell what his future holds.

Therefore, for Wei Qian and others, this relationship must not be broken.

Even though Wei Qian and Sanpang agreed that Mr. Zhang, who had cheated them, was a complete idiot, they still maintained a very good relationship with Mr. Zhang. They often visited each other in private, eating and drinking together, and even found excuses to push back on some unreliable projects introduced by Mr. Zhang.

My cousin went back to his hometown to celebrate the birthday of his old mother, Mr. Zhang's eldest aunt. The old lady is eighty-nine years old. According to local customs, the elderly should avoid celebrating their full birthdays and celebrate their full birthdays one year in advance, so she would be celebrating her ninetieth birthday.

Mr. Zhang and his cousin took great care of the event, and it was Mr. Zhang who personally came and delivered the invitation letter to the chairman's office at the headquarters.

The birthday lady was so stupid that she didn't even recognize her own son. As the theme mascot of the birthday party, she only showed her face during the whole process while sitting in a wheelchair. She was soon pushed down by the nanny and fed with porridge with a spoon. From then on, the birthday party turned into a network members club.

Wei Qian and Sanpang each brought a very pretentious business card box, which could only hold a few business cards and were all given out in the blink of an eye. They had to rely on Xiaofei, the chairman's omnipotent secretary, to replenish their ammunition at any time.

After a birthday banquet that lasted three or four hours and was more tiring than a negotiation, the relationships between the guests and the host naturally fell into different levels. The closest ones would of course stay and continue chatting in another place.

That day, the big boss' cousin was quite considerate and sat down with Wei Qian and the others, as well as Mr. Li Fengya, with whom he had worked in the past, and drank several pots of tea. Then he rushed back to the provincial capital overnight due to his busy schedule, leaving only Mr. Zhang, who was drunk, to entertain the guests.

Wei Qian immediately asked the project department to arrange for Li Fengya to accompany him and treat General Manager Zhang back for a meal. General Manager Zhang was very happy with his service. Plus, maybe it was because he was in his own territory, General Manager Zhang felt a little bit inflated, so he got drunk and acted crazy after the meal, causing some trouble - he had to drag Wei Qian and the others to find a place to "have fun".

On the way, Sanpang said to Wei Qian with a pale face: "I have a bad feeling."

Sure enough, Mr. Zhang led them to a magnificent private club. A row of beautiful girls with heavy makeup were already lined up at the door, waiting to greet them with smiles on their faces.

Li Fengya is a down-to-earth man who is devoted to his work. He has an old wife and a son and a daughter at home. When he saw this scene, he was sobered up and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Boss Zhang, brother, this won't do. How can this work? Your sister-in-law... this is not appropriate!"

Mr. Zhang was drunk and unreasonable. He was not happy when he heard it. His face turned gloomy: "What? Brother Li looks down on me? Do you think I, Zhang, am not treating you well enough, or do you think these girls are not of high enough status and are not worthy of talking to you, brother?"

Li Fengya's face was pale and sweat was on his forehead. Wei Qian winked at Sanpang, who quickly smiled like a Maitreya Buddha to smooth things over: "Brother Li has been henpecked for a long time. Is this your first day meeting him, Mr. Zhang? The last time I met my sister-in-law, it was really... His legs were shaking with fear when his wife yelled at him. Don't you think your brother's hospitality is a test of our will?"

His words were glib, and Zhang got a hint of what he meant. His expression softened, and he pointed at Li Fengya and said, "Don't worry, we are brothers, and we are tight-lipped. My sister-in-law won't hear anything about what happened today! Oh, it's all my fault for not thinking it through. I must go to see my sister-in-law someday with my things."

He gave Li Fengya a way out. No matter how unwilling she was, she couldn't be shameless and could only pinch her nose and put on a smiling face.

Mr. Zhang casually hugged a leading woman and said with a big tongue, "Come here! Introduce me to my brothers. This... this is my sister, my dear sister. Those over there... they are all my dear brothers. You must greet them well. Do you hear me?"

With the saying “brothers and sisters in all 72 professions are one family”, Wei Qian and Sanpang could not think of any other expression except to laugh “hehe” together.

Mr. Zhang was on the verge of collapse, and his "sister" hurriedly called two girls to help him in, one on each side.

"You must not let me down later. I really can't play this. Lin Qing will definitely make me into bacon." Sanpang took the opportunity to whisper to Wei Qian in a mosquito voice, "This shameless old man, his son is about to get married, and he is still doing this - hey, wasn't he very pretentious and good at pretending to be cultured in the past?"

Wei Qian stared straight ahead, and with a blank expression squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Do you know what 'sticking a green onion in a pig's nose' means?"

Sanpang: "What do you mean?"

Wei Qian: "The old bastard is just pretending to be something."

As they were talking, at the strong request of Mr. Zhang, the "dear sister" personally walked over to Wei Qian and the others. The "dear sister" showed a warm smile from afar, and she had prepared a speech in her mind, intending to continue Mr. Zhang's words, first saying some nonsense like brothers and sisters, and then get close to him, touch his little hand and lead him in directly.

As a result, she was met with Wei Qian's cold gaze, and the draft in her mind was frozen into a pile of messy waste.

Wei Qian walked past her without even looking at her. When he was twenty steps away, he put on a smiling face like changing a mask: "Brother, you are here to broaden the horizons of the brothers. We have all benefited a lot from it."

Mr. Zhang didn't realize that Wei Qian was insulting him. He took it as a compliment and happily accepted it.

Sanpang believed that even if he practiced for a thousand years, he would not be able to cultivate such an aura that ghosts and gods would avoid. He hurriedly followed in small steps, using Wei Qian's shadow to defend the chastity of every inch of fat on his body. At the same time, he secretly sent a text message to Wei Qian's secretary: "Call everyone in the project department to come to the rescue. If it's too late, you will be dead."

The chairman's secretary Xiaofei received a level one alarm and quickly retreated to ask for help.

She didn't dare to neglect it - in the past few years, their President Wei has evolved from an "ordinary pervert" to an "unparalleled pervert". Countless people have left because of him, and countless people have stayed because of him. The company has experienced several ups and downs, and finally fought its way out in the era and survived and grew stronger.

Efficiency, iron-bloodedness and clear hierarchy have permeated the entire corporate culture.

At the birthday party at noon, a man came specially through Mr. Zhang's relationship, wanting to sell a piece of land he had. Several managers in the project department were all assigned tasks to go out for inspection. It was the weekend and other people were not at work. Only two young men from the budget and engineering departments stayed in the project department.

They are not of high enough rank and are usually young men who work hard for others. They have never experienced this kind of sugar-coated treatment and when they hear the call, they don't know where to put their paws.

What should I do? I can't ask the headquarter's HR department, Sister Lin Qing, to come and catch the adulterer in person, right?

Then either lie and say that Mr. Wei’s girlfriend came to check on him?

But everyone on earth knows that Mr. Wei is a bachelor without a girlfriend.

The two young men discussed it on the way and were so worried that their hair turned white. They even seriously considered the feasibility of setting fire to the guild hall and creating a fire alarm. In the end, they could not think of any other ideas.

The young engineer said, "We need to come up with an excuse about something that needs to be dealt with urgently by Director Wei. What is that? Well, how about saying there was a fire at one of our construction sites?"

The budget guy asked, "How many people can be burned to death?"

The engineer thought about it, ran some algorithm, and finally gave an estimate by counting on his fingers: "About seven or eight."

The budget guy hit the engineering guy hard on the head and said, "You've been thinking about setting fires all day long. I'm telling you, don't you have an arsonist tendency? Think of something more reliable!"

The engineer held his big bald head and thought, his brain worked hard for a long time, and finally a cunning idea flashed in his mind, and he came up with a very bad idea.

The two of them found a vendor selling boiled edamame near the clubhouse, staged a scene of people and cars fighting for the right of way, and ended up in a "car accident". They got out of the car and started a quarrel, which turned into a fight. The budget guy shouted and reported the name of the company registered by the project department locally, and said: "This is my public bus, you scratched it, do you know how much it is worth? Can you afford the compensation?"

While they were arguing, Xiao Fei had already run upstairs and reported everything in front of Mr. Zhang with exaggeration. Wei Qian had never heard of such a illogical idea before, and his eyes jumped on the spot.

He hurriedly brought Sanpang down, but Mr. Zhang was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he immediately commanded a large number of beautiful women to follow out like stars surrounding the moon, as if they had to witness this embarrassing scene.

Wei Qian glared at the secretary fiercely, and the corners of his eyes twitched even more violently.

The uncle Edamame, who received a hundred yuan, became addicted to the game. The more he played, the more it sounded like the real thing. He enjoyed the thrill of "making money by cursing in the streets". The two sides were two against one and were actually evenly matched. However, there were already several cars stuck behind them.

Just then, a young man dressed as a migrant worker walked out of a pickup truck that looked like it was about to be scrapped.

The young man was tall and strong, with exposed skin that was tanned. His trouser legs and sleeves were rolled up untidy, revealing a string of old sandalwood Buddhist beads on his wrist. On his head he wore a straw hat that looked frizzy because of several breaks, covering half of his face. On his waist hung a huge waist bag, as if it was carrying a camera or something.

The young man who was trapped here walked over, patted Uncle Maodou on the shoulder, and stretched out his hand to separate the two sides of the fight: "Brothers, I think the man is fine, and the car is fine. It's fate that we met on the road. Why bother? Forget it."

The two young men in the project department looked at each other and thought that since the holy car had not been rescued, they dared not let it go. However, they were also very embarrassed because they were blocking the traffic. They were in a dilemma and showed bitter faces. But they kept shouting in a cowardly way: "Well, well, well, well, we can't let it go. We need an explanation! This old man is obviously deliberately blackmailing us."

The young man noticed something was wrong and smiled calmly: "So are you going to make this old man pay for it?"

When the edamame seller heard the words "lose money", he was immediately scared and wanted to make a mistake. He hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean to..."

When the young man from the budget department saw that he was about to be exposed, he quickly yelled at him: "Don't say anything! Don't say anything! It's your fault. What do you have to say?"

The edamame seller pointed at him and said, "It was you who told me to..."

The two young men saw Wei Qian walking towards them from the corner of their eyes, and they thought that they couldn't let him down at the last minute, so they were particularly in tune with each other and shouted in unison: "Nonsense, it's you!"

The decibel level was so high that it stunned the edamame seller.

At this moment, a voice neither too loud nor too low came from not far away. Wei Qian said impatiently to the chairman's secretary: "Xiao Fei, who is still barking there?"

Elite secretary Xiao Fei responded virtuously, rushed over with big strides, stepped on each of them viciously, and said in a rough voice: "Shut the fuck up!"

The edamame seller rolled his eyes at the development of the situation. According to the schedule, the next part would be him sitting on the ground and crying. He took a deep breath, but he didn't have time to build up his emotions.

Suddenly, the young man who was trying to stop the fight, who looked like a migrant worker, raised the brim of his hat a little, stared at Wei Qian for a moment, and called out uncertainly, "Brother?"

Later, Xiaofei said that she did not seize the opportunity to quickly capture a photo of her boss's expression, which made her regret it for the rest of her life.

Wei Qian's expression was calm at first, but when his eyes fell on the young man and he recognized who he was, he suddenly became stunned and shocked. Behind him was a drunken Mr. Zhang who was stirring up trouble, and a group of bad women waiting to be inspected. These adulterers together formed a majestic and spectacular background...

After being stunned, Wei Qian was finally left with an embarrassed look on his face.

He was stunned for a long time before he murmured, "Xiao Yuan?"

Sanpang desperately blinked his alcohol-stained eyes twice and asked cautiously, "Brother, you...did you just come back from digging coal in Xishan?"