Zhang Fan thought about it and felt that he could not get much news from this store manager Wang, so he left the pharmacy.

Zhang Fan was not worried that the pharmacy manager would call the police because Zhang Fan was sure that Manager Wang was not a good person himself, so he could only make things uncomfortable if he called the police.

In fact, just less than five minutes after Zhang Fan left, Manager Wang greeted the female pharmacist in the pharmacy, then left the pharmacy and went home.

After returning home, Manager Wang called his wife who was playing mahjong outside with a phone call.

Manager Wang’s wife is named Li Cui'e. Although the woman’s name sounds like a village girl, she actually looks quite like a city-dollar. She is in her thirties, tall and fair and delicate skin. She stands with her husband Manager Wang, giving people a taste of cabbage and pigs.

Li Cui'e glanced at her husband and said with a complaining look: "Wang Deshun, what do you mean? She was so anxious that she called me back!"

"I know how to play mahjong every day! I don't care about anything!" Wang Deshun glared at his wife, and then said in a deep voice: "I'm asking you to come back to tell you something. I'm going out recently, so don't ask me where I'm going. If a policeman comes to you, or other strangers from society come to you, you'll say you have something to do with me, don't know where I am, have you heard?"

Li Cui'e was stunned when she heard the sound and said sharply: "Wang Deshun! What do you mean? Did you commit a crime? I said why you were sneaky recently? Hurry up and tell me, what's hidden from me?"

"You little girl, don't ask around!"

"Are I a little girl?" Li Cui'e stared at Wang Deshun with a frosty mask: "Wang Deshun! Are you angry? Do you use me as a tool? When you need it, you are like a third grandson licking a dog. When you don't use it, you are pretending to be an old man with me here?"

"I'll go!" Wang Deshun's eyes were slightly red, and he pointed at Li Cui'e and cursed: "You little girl! You're so ignorant! What else can you do except spending money every day? Why do you ask so many questions? Don't ask me what I'm doing! Just think about yourself! On average, you give your group of mahjong to your group of mahjong every month! You're either playing mahjong or going on the way to play mahjong! It's rainy and rainy! Just like you, do you think you're doing human affairs? That is, I, Wang Deshun! Otherwise, who can stand your temper? The mahjong fee is more than 20,000 yuan per month, and how many people can afford your ancestors? Now my daughter is about to go to junior high school. Just open your mouth and the monthly expenses will be at least 40,000 to 50,000 yuan per month. I'll point to the broken pharmacy, what work can I do?"

"Wang Deshun! I heard you say that, it's reasonable for you to make two money now? Is it not considered labor to do my laundry, cooking and taking care of my children at home every day?"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you!"

Wang Deshun glared and said, looking for a cell phone and some travel items from home, stuffed a box of all sizes, then opened the door and left the home.

After leaving home, Wang Deshun took off his original mobile phone card and replaced it with an unknown new card. At the same time, he took a LTD car without buying a ticket.

In Wang Deshun's imagination, the young man who used a pen to force himself to ask questions must have a grudge against Wang Lei, and he was targeted by the drug dealer, or he was an official undercover agent.

No matter which one is possible, in Wang Deshun's opinion, this is not good news, so he was too involved, so he prepared for the future and ran away directly.

As for drug trafficking, Zhang Fan didn't think about doing it, but he had two concerns. One was that this thing was going against the edge and was illegal. The second was that Zhang Fan just heard others say that he didn't know what the process of this path was and how deep the water was.

So, Zhang Fan thought about it and threw the news behind after getting on the plane.

The next day, Zhang Fan returned to Haibei Zhongyuan Technology and officially took up his new position.

At around 9 o'clock in the morning, in the workshop, the assembly line was open. At the soldering station at the end of the line, Wang Cheng was wearing a work clothes and a white electrostatic cap, and was doing this job smoothly.

"Crazy~"

At this moment, Erlang, who had just come out of the bathroom, patted Wang Cheng on the shoulder from behind: "Oh, Wang Cheng."

Wang Cheng was stunned and turned to look at Erlang: "What's wrong?"

Erlang glanced at a young factory girl with a slender back and long hair at the work station next to Wang Cheng, and said to Wang Chengnu: "I'll discuss something with you, change the position?"

Wang Cheng hesitated and said, "This is not very good. If you change the workstation privately, the line will be long and see it later, and you will be digged."

Erlang said carelessly: "Huang Youqiong is a poet! Ignore him. After he asks for a while, you will say that I said it!"

Wang Cheng glanced at Erlang and teased, "Are you a wise man? Do you also say this to him?"

Erlang's face turned dark: "Wang Cheng, are you not very sensible? Why are you trying to make trouble? Will you change it?"

"No! You need to change it with Jia Zhihao, and Zhihao is next to her."

Wang Cheng shook his head.

He knew that Erlang must have taken a fancy to the young factory girl who was only eighteen or nineteen years old who had just arrived at the station next to him, so he proposed to change the station.

For Wang Cheng, although the soldering station is a little tired, he gets used to it when he is proficient in it. Moreover, there is a young girl next to him, so even if she doesn’t talk much, it’s good to be pleasing to the eye.

In fact, at this stage, a considerable number of male employees come to the factory and making money is secondly, mainly to solve the problem of their partner and come to pick up girls.

Therefore, when many factories recruit workers, they will specifically indicate...Wow, we have more men and women, with more yin and weak yang, and the ratio of men and women is 1:1.5, and there are few monks and more meat...

Hearing Wang Cheng rejected him so simply, Erlang couldn't hold back his face. He said coldly: "Wang Cheng! You are a little arrogant! Do you think Zhang Fan has been upgraded and you have ascended with him, right?"

Wang Cheng ignored him.

"It seems you are really inflated! Wang Cheng!" Erlang pointed to Wang Cheng's nose and asked, "I tell you! Zhang Fan is a bullshit! Even if he is promoted to supervisor, what can he do? Isn't it still depends on my uncle's breath to survive?"

Wang Cheng turned his head and sat on the work station with his back to Erlang. He couldn't help but feel angry when he heard this, and he said unluckyly: "Okay, Erlang, you are mighty! Your uncle is even more coquettish! You two are Ultraman and Ultraman's father who dominates the Milky Way, okay?"

“Tm!!”

Erlang's IQ is not lower than seventy, and Wang Cheng turned around and scolded him for being a father-son relationship with his uncle. How could he not understand this?

So, Erlang was angry!

"Swish!"

"Come out for me! If you have the ability, come with me in the toilet! If you don't come, you won't bring a handful of them!!"

Erlang suddenly patted Wang Cheng on the shoulder, then grabbed the latter's back collar, and pulled the latter up.

At this moment, the workshop suddenly became quiet.
Chapter completed!