Chapter 15 Section Fourteen
At that time, there were eight chain fried chicken restaurants in Daicheng.I still remember when the first fried chicken place opened and people all over town lined up just for a piece of fried chicken.The first time I took a girl to eat fried chicken, the girl loved the crispy chicken skin and ate my share.I remember asking Lao Yang to eat fried chicken when he was a hungry college student and ate six pieces of chicken in two minutes.
These memories are far away.When you change from a consumer to a worker, time is isolated, and it creates a clear dividing line, and you can only retreat to the boundary, but not beyond it.It is like a lovelorn, and it is also like the turmoil of the times that I have experienced in the first half of my life. Every node will stop me.I read Maugham's, and it quotes from the Upanishads: It is hard to go over the edge of a knife, so the wise man says the way of salvation is difficult.I didn’t know where the knife’s edge was before, but later I found out that such an ordinary thing as I went to work in a fried chicken shop was precisely the knife’s edge in my life.
Baozhu and I were assigned to the busiest fried chicken restaurant in the city center. It was said that all the employees were afraid to go to this restaurant because it was too busy. Many farmers went there to shop and eat fried chicken when they came to the city.Customers line up to eat, chickens line up to cook, employees line up to be approved, and that's it.I don’t have any ill feelings towards farmers. I know from working in a fried chicken restaurant that most farmers are easy to fool. When they see that the method of eating chicken without chopsticks has already been done for a while, they won’t raise higher demands.The more picky people are the locals, and the most annoying are those tourists from big cities. They have seen the world, are particular, impatient, and often ask to climb into the counter to fry chicken for us.
We wore our shop uniforms, red hats, red striped shirts, blue trousers, only our shoes.As far as I know, there are not many chickens in that place, and the flour is overwhelming. After a day of drying, the flour on the shoes can be taken home to make a dinner.Regarding the details of the fried chicken shop, I made an appointment with Baozhu. When we are old, we will write a memoir called "My Fried Chicken Career".
Among the part-time workers, I found myself old for the first time. All the workers were girls and boys around 20 years old, most of them were from technical schools and vocational schools. Only Baozhu and I were 24 years old.Of course, we were discriminated against a little bit, mainly because we thought we were slow in working, and we had no common language when we were older.I said to Baozhu, what the hell, when I was eighteen, I spent every day picking fights on the street, gambling, watching pornography, and never thought of working as a part-time job (there were no such jobs in those days).Times have changed. In the past, Lao Yang always lamented that he was born five years earlier. If he caught up with the generation in 1968, he would be able to dominate the world. He not only participated in the revolutionary movement, but also got various fat jobs. It's not bad to be born five or six years later.All in all, we are a generation in a splint.
Baozhu and I often go to work together, and quickly learned all the skills from the back kitchen to the lobby, and even cashiered at the counter. I haven't made a single mistake.This made me regain a little confidence. I thought I was really count blind.The deputy store manager is a fat man who treats me very well. He often says that he is not well-educated.At that time, a monthly salary of 3,000 was an astronomical figure.When he said "recklessly," he raised his fist, as if there was an old world to smash.
One thing I've never figured out is that leftover chicken nuggets at closing time, fried and in the incubator, have to go in the trash.I think it's a waste. In fact, the staff should be treated to a meal.The fat shop manager said: "To customers, it's chicken nuggets. To you, it's goods, waste, things like leather shoes and pesticides. Can you eat leather shoes that can't be sold? Or plan to eat them yourself?" Wear it back?" After saying this, I understood that American-funded companies really have their logic, which also corrected my worldview by the way.
Closing at night is very tiring. All pots and pans have to be scrubbed. This is included in the work process, and those who are slightly sloppy will be fired.Every day, people pack their bags and leave, and the elimination rate is too high.Later, the fat shop manager comforted me that being fired by other companies may be a shameful thing, but you don’t have to feel inferior when you are fired from a fried chicken restaurant, because it is really strict, and it is not something normal Chinese people can bear. If you are in fried chicken After working in the store for three years, you will not be afraid to go anywhere in the future.After speaking, he raised his fist again.I thought to myself, I won't work here for three years. Whenever Baozhu leaves, I will follow.
I had an affair with Baozhu respectively.
The boy who likes Baozhu is nicknamed Monkey. He is a student of my alma mater, the chemical engineering school. That school used to be the worst and most terrifying place in Daicheng, where it bred rogue bandits and occasionally murderers.By the generation of monkeys, they have completely transformed. The students are quiet and harmless, even frowning. State-owned enterprises no longer go to them to recruit people.Foreign-funded enterprises are not easy to be fooled, and if you are dissatisfied, you will be asked to leave, so the monkey studies very seriously, and usually comes out to work to supplement the family and exercise its hard-working ability.This **** doesn't look like a technical school student, he is clearly an outstanding young man in the future.We talked for a while, and I asked, have you heard of the overlord of the previous generation of chemical technical schools, such as Lu Xiaolu, I used to take down the culinary vocational school alone with a kitchen knife, and I once snatched the horses of senior students, and I have a great reputation , mighty.Monkey rolled his eyes and said, never heard of it, only idiots can do this kind of thing now.
The monkey is very kind to Baozhu, and always calls her sister, "Sister Baozhu, hello, sister Baozhu, goodbye, sister Baozhu, I will help you."Baozhu is very useful, and he also taught me that I should learn from monkeys, and my mouth is sweet.I heard privately from my female colleagues that monkeys like this bearded sister because she is an undergraduate.There were several girls in the store who were undergraduate students, and they were all upright, so I asked, "Why doesn't the monkey like other undergraduate girls?" They said, "Isn't that clear? I like undergraduate girls with long beards." If Baozhu knew this, she would be mad.
As for my affair, it came from among the customers, and they were acquaintances.One day Wai Wai came to the store, just as I was mopping the floor in the lobby, Wai Wai looked at me in horror, came over and took off my hat, and said loudly, "Master Lu, it's you!"
"Shut up." I pushed her back into the seat.
Wai Wai said: "Fuck, Master Lu, what made you decide to work in the fried chicken restaurant? Something must have happened to you, you changed yourself."
I said, "What happened to you? You can speak English now, and your Chinese has become a mouthful. It wasn't like this before."
Wai Wai stood up excitedly and said, "I will eat fried chicken here often in the future."
I pushed her to sit down again: "Don't come."
Crookedly raised his head and said, "You, a man in a red hat, refuse customers?"
I said, "You are not a customer, you are Wai Wai."
Wai Wai said: "But you are a clerk, who gave you the power to drive me away?"
I was completely overwhelmed by her. After working as a typist for a few months, I have been reborn and become as rigorous as a lawyer.I had no choice but to say: "Well, since you are a customer, I don't know you. Goodbye." I laughed crookedly: "Master Lu, take it seriously, don't be serious. Come on, clean the table for me, and help me I'm going to get two napkins."
I waited on her angrily, thinking to myself, this is also very strange, for the two yuan an hour's income, the relationship between me and Wai Wai is turned upside down, and she plays with her , She is God for a while, and she is a good friend for a while, I can't find the coordinates on this occasion.After she finished eating and walked out of the store, I took off my hat and chased after her, shouting in her ear: "Don't tease me!"
Since then, Wai Wai has come here often.Most of the time, I hide in the back kitchen, massage the chicken nuggets in front of the flour pool, and then put them into the electric oil pan, fry them until they are golden brown.When Baozhu saw Wai Wai, she would come in on purpose to remind me: "That crazy woman is here again." I said Wai Wai wasn't crazy, she was just excited and couldn't control herself.As annoying as I am, I don't want to say she's out of her mind, she's the only living memento of my entire factory career.
Baozhu imitated the crooked tone and said: "Master Lu, I think you are a living souvenir."
In Daicheng University, for a period of time, I had a good time.Both Baozhu and I made some money, relatively speaking, life is easier.She didn't want to take me to wander around the school, and she couldn't go to the girls' dormitory, so one day she asked me to go to the radio station. It was a three-storey building, and the outer wall was covered with creepers. In early spring, the leaves hadn't grown yet, only gray-black stems, which was very ugly.Going in is a deep corridor, the doors of the offices on both sides are closed, there are no windows, and there is silence around.There are many bicycles parked at the gate. Baozhu said that there are still people in the building, but they don't come out often.The corridor is dark, with a beam of light coming in from the small window at the corner of the stairs, and there is often a tabby cat squatting there basking in the sun. This is a place that requires tiptoe to enter, not even a cat can be alarmed.Baozhu took me up the stairs. She said that the third floor was really deserted, the rooms were empty, and the radio station was here.She still spoke in a low voice, otherwise there would be echoes in the corridor. In any era, the radio station is a heavily guarded place, which roughly represents the function of propaganda, the power to speak to everyone, even if it is only to play a few popular songs, this power still permeates the room, making it mysterious and solemn.The room is divided into two rooms. There is a desk in the outer room by the window, and a bed on the other side against the wall, which is used for sleeping on duty. The inner room is a pile of equipment, and a silver microphone stands alone in the center of the table. I stood at the window and looked out. The tall metasequoia trees blocked my eyes, filtering out the scenery. The famous clock tower of Daicheng University was not far away.I asked Baozhu, can I smoke here?Baozhu said yes, no one would come in.Every Thursday noon and night, she is alone here. I smoke in this room.At that time, I felt that life was monotonous and chaotic, but at the same time I found a pattern in it. Part of the time I went to work in a fried chicken shop, part of the time I stayed with Bao Zhu, and the rest went home to sleep.Baozhu looks a lot like my girlfriend, and sometimes I think it's nice to have her around. I once watched her make a program on the radio station. The evening clouds gradually thickened and sank outside the window. Some students who were going to eat in the cafeteria walked under the window, and the music returned from a far away place through the loudspeaker.I couldn't hear anything she said into the microphone, and the voice that came back was just as faint. One day she finished the program and said to me: "Lu Xiaolu, don't you remember what happened in kindergarten?" "I don't remember, is it important?" "It doesn't matter if you forget." "But you still remember, don't you?" I said, "tell me about it." Baozhu said, that is not a very important matter, it should be forgotten.She sat across from me, asked me for a cigarette, and took two puffs.According to her recollection, it should be the spring of 1979. She left the kindergarten alone at noon and came to the school playground. She must have slipped out.There was no one in the school, so she walked down a small path with bamboo on both sides, and later she knew that kind of bamboo was called Fengweizhu. She walked for a long time, and when she turned around, she found that the road behind her was gone. where.She was very withdrawn when she was a child, her father was working in other places, her mother was in Daicheng, and her grandmother usually took her to and from school.Girls get weird when they don't have a dad. I felt sad for a while, and asked, "Did you find your way later?" She said that she was just dazed at first, but then she became scared. She squatted in the bamboo forest and cried for a while, feeling that she was about to be abducted by bad guys.At this time, a man emerged from the bamboo forest, holding a bamboo shoot, his height was not much higher than the bamboo shoot. Baozhu said, "That person is you." I don't remember it at all, but I really like bamboo shoots, the kind that are boiled into soup with hooves.I said, "What happened next?" Later, the boy walked over to comfort her, but she forgot what he said, but he was very gentle anyway.She was very curious about the bamboo shoot at the time, and thought it was a heroic thing for him to go to the bamboo forest to pull the bamboo shoot.She said she wanted to go back to the kindergarten, but the boy hugged Sun and said that he couldn't go now, he had to wait for his uncle and his girlfriend to come out. "What?" I yelled. Baozhu said that after a while, she saw two red-faced young people coming out of the bamboo forest. She remembered that the young men were very thin, with drooping eyes and yellow teeth.I nodded, Baozhu remembered correctly, my uncle was that unlucky, he was an educated youth at the time, he had just been transferred from the poorest countryside twenty miles away, unemployed, and had a married girlfriend... this matter He has been ridiculed in my family for more than ten years, and he is still unmarried.From this point of view, the brat holding the bamboo shoots is indeed me. Baozhu said: "Your uncle is very rascal, I still remember he pointed at me and said to you: 'Haha, boy, you also found a girlfriend?'" I said: "At that time my dad was very busy, he often went to meetings, and sometimes he asked my uncle to pick me up. But I really don't remember this incident, how could he take me to a tryst with someone in the bamboo forest? Damn of." "Probably to let you watch the wind." "It seems so." Baozhu said that next, the pair of bastard uncles and nephews did something very boring. With their backs to the two women, they pulled up their pants and peed together.The aunt next to me burst out laughing. "Fuck." I shook my head.The sad atmosphere disappeared, and I feel ashamed. It seems that there is a reason for my memory to automatically delete this period of time.Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, I was already guarded by lewd men and women.I said, "You still despise me, don't you?" Baozhu said: "Of course not. You must know that I walked back to the kindergarten with two adults and a classmate. It felt very safe. You still held the bamboo shoots and told me the story of the panda. Give me some bamboo shoots, but unfortunately I don’t have any.” "Didn't I give it to you?" "Your uncle gave it to his woman." "My uncle is such a jerk." Baozhu came over, looked at me tenderly and said, "Lu Xiaolu, tell me another story about pandas." "Once upon a time there was a panda. He took off his clothes. Do you think he was a black bear or a polar bear?"
On weekend nights, Baozhu took me to a dance and ran to the university cafeteria. The tables and chairs were put aside, and karaoke was playing on the TV overhead. A group of people stumbled and hugged in circles in a very dark place.Baozhu said that she was a dancing queen, and when I saw her standing on a snow-covered stake that day, I believed her, but when I got to this chaotic place, I knew that no one cared about Baozhu, and no one asked her to dance, especially when she When there is me by my side, boys will not be willing to cause this kind of trouble.Among them was a girl with big wavy hair who was very eye-catching on the dance floor.I noticed her, and Baozhu found that I noticed too. "Is she pretty?" "too dark." Baozhu said with satisfaction: "I also think she is a bit dark." I said, "Sorry, I said it was too dark for me to see." Baozhu said, "So you look at her vigorously, don't you?" Baozhu found a stool and sat down, sullen, crossing her legs.After a while, she asked me, "Master Lu, can't you dance?" I said, "I don't want to dance." Relatively simple slow four.Baozhu became more and more angry, and said: "Go away, stand by my side all the time, no one invites me to dance." I was very angry when I heard this, and walked out of the cafeteria alone.After a while, I heard the sound of Baozhu following up. "Master Lu, don't be angry, I was wrong." "Go back quickly, someone invites you to dance." Baozhu persuaded me for a while, and said that I was not righteous, that the young man had a sound mind, and he should let the girl lose her temper.I thought to myself, damn it, when did I treat you like a girl?This can't be said, it will break.Finally I said: "You are not the queen of the ballroom, you are the female killer of the ballroom." After hearing this, Baozhu stood in the dark and cried. I went back to comfort Baozhu, and it took me a long time to calm down her grievances.She said: "You are a fool, oh, how can I fall in love with you, a fool?" I was so angry that I walked away.Baozhu said: "Fuck, it's endless, right?" She caught up again.In the end, we swore that even if we really turned our faces in this life, we would not say a single bad word.We are all too easily puffed up.
Baozhu and I discussed going to the old kindergarten. It was located on the outskirts of the city. I don’t know what it has become, whether the bamboo forest is still there.But going to that place is very inconvenient, there is no direct bus, and it is too far to ride a bicycle.Speaking of bicycles, I have to describe that Baozhu’s bicycle was given to her by a senior. It’s a very small women’s bicycle. It’s all rusty and the front wheel is a little bit off. It looks like a donkey when I ride it. My bicycle is a flower I bought an old one for 30 yuan, and I’m afraid it’s older than me. I didn’t dare to repair it because I was afraid of thieves. The front wheel brake was gone, and three rear wheel wires were broken.The two of us were riding on the street, and the sensible people would let us go first, while the ignorant ones thought it was the actors from the acrobatic troupe. I work in a fried chicken restaurant, and I get two meal coupons every month, which are employee benefits and satisfy everyone's hunger.Baozhu and I got the coupons, ordered some fried chicken in the store, changed our work clothes and sat down. Of course that feeling was very happy, eating the chicken we fried.I think of Yang Chi's famous dirty joke: Let's eat chicken.So he said to Baozhu: "Eat it, chicken." Baozhu said: "Fuck you, who is the chicken?" With the chicken nugget in my hand, I suddenly lost all appetite, felt nauseous, and thought I had hepatitis.Baozhu said: "It's not surprising. I smell fried chicken every day and my mind is full of it. How could I still want to eat it?" "No wonder people say that cooks don't like to eat their own cooking." "That's the truth." I gave all my chicken nuggets to Baozhu, and Baozhu couldn't eat any more, which is a pity, the chicken nuggets are even more unpalatable when they are cold, even worse than pig food.If I had known this, I might as well have given the meal coupon to Yang Chi, so he could eat the whole plate.We sat for a while and looked at the scenery of the market outside. At this time, a beggar child entered the store, and we only heard a burst of shouting from the counter: "Welcome!" The child went straight to Baozhu and me, stretched out his dirty Xi Xi's hands.I picked up the two whole chicken nuggets with the box and put them in his hand, and the kid left.The monkey shouted at the counter: "Lu Xiaolu, you fucking attracted all the beggars." I said: "Fuck you, I'm a customer now, can you control me?" A group of beggars, tall and short, all ran towards Baozhu and me, and we grabbed the Coke cups in our hands and ran away. For this matter, I was criticized by the fat store manager. As an employee of this store, I was too unaware and provoked children who were beggars.It's not convenient for me to talk back, and I secretly scolded monkeys for not being a good thing, and the store manager knew about the troublesome things.The fat store manager said: "It's not that I don't have love. In the past, the beggars here were waiting at the door of the store. Now the group who come here is more ruthless. I don't know who taught them to break into the store and ask for money and food. We are an upscale fast food restaurant and we cannot allow this to happen." However, there is a rule in the fried chicken restaurant. You can't drive any customer away even if he doesn't order food and sits there to sleep.Ragged, full of stench, all regarded as God.This is the moral bottom line of American-funded enterprises.At first I thought it was quite funny. When I was a child, there was a kind of kid in those Chinese noodle restaurants called "drinking noodle soup". soup.When encountering this kind of child, the waiter usually hits the head with chopsticks - it's a chopstick, it hurts, I tried it myself.American-funded companies can't do this, and they don't have chopsticks, so the fat store manager is very worried. Speaking of which, fried chicken restaurants also have some restrictions, such as no smoking in the store.It was the mid-1990s, even the city government was allowed to smoke during meetings, and it was inconceivable that such a small fried chicken shop would set up such a rule.Relying on American capital to bully smokers.Once I met a particularly ruthless customer who smoked in the store, but after being dissuaded, he climbed into the counter and smoked another one in the kitchen, and everyone had no choice.If he changed to the social restaurant, he would have been chopped up by the cook a long time ago. He even stuck a cigarette end in the ice cream before walking away.According to me, this is also the moral contradiction of American capital. You can neither hit the customer nor give him a cigarette. Are you going to conquer Berlin in a peaceful way?too difficult.However, the clever fat store manager still figured out a way - in the future, anyone who climbs the counter will call the street defense team. In the hands of these strong men.With their protection (can't help but make us laugh), anti-normal rules have also been established, and the moral bottom line of American capital has also been guarded. What worries the fat shop manager now is that even the joint defense team will not come to beat up the beggar child, this is too low-level.what to do? At that time, there was another incident. The chicken nuggets in the store were often missing, and the chicken legs were always stolen in the hours before closing.This shows at least two things: first, there is an insider who is so stupid that he is hungry at night; second, he still knows how to choose good food.The fat shop manager was very angry.I said: "Who wants to eat chicken nuggets? I feel like throwing up when I cook chicken every day." Baozhu said: "You underestimated some people's appetite." The fat shop manager told me to keep quiet and secretly observe which jerk's mouth was moving.The store is very strict, chicken nuggets can't be taken out, and can't be stuffed in your trouser pockets. If you steal it, you must eat it as soon as possible.Every employee can sneak away for no more than 30 seconds. Yang Chi is the only person I know who can stuff a chicken leg into his mouth in such a short time, but he can't swallow it whole. You have to chew it in your mouth a few times, right? One night, I heard a commotion in the kitchen, and the fat shop manager shouted, "Catch the chicken thief!" The shop was closing at that time, and we all rushed in to watch the commotion.I saw the fat shop manager hugging the monkey's waist, and there was an auntie cleaner next to him, testifying in Shandong dialect: "It's him, I saw him eat it." The monkey grunted, rolled its eyes vigorously, swallowed something under the watchful eyes of everyone, and said slowly, "I didn't eat it, what about the chicken nuggets?" Aunt Shandong was quite honest, she shook her head and said to the fat shop manager: "I saw him eating, he hid behind the sink, opened his mouth, and stuffed all the chicken nuggets in." The monkey cursed a bad word, and everyone could tell that he had a bad tongue, but they couldn't break his mouth.Aunt Shandong sighed and said, "You eat as soon as you eat, why are you scolding me?" Baozhu squeezed from behind me and grabbed the monkey's neck with her hand.The monkey tried to resist, and the fat shop manager and I rushed to control him at the same time, making him unable to move.Baozhu sneered, continued to exert strength in her hand, and said to the monkey: "Can you swallow that chicken bone in your mouth? Swallow one and let me see." , she was able to pinch him condescendingly, with a fierce look in her eyes, as if she wanted to kill someone.After pinching for half a minute, the monkey was short of breath and out of breath, and slowly spit out a two-inch-long chicken leg bone from its mouth.As soon as Baozhu let go, the monkey said, "Oh my god! Baozhu, you stinky bitch." I picked up the stainless steel spoon and patted him on the mouth. According to the rules of American-funded enterprises, there is nothing to say, Monkey was fired on the spot, and he will go to the finance department to pay his salary tomorrow.The monkey covered his mouth and said, "Lu Xiaolu, you wait." I said that according to the rules of the world when I was 18 years old, if you dare to say this, you will be beaten to death on the spot, but the times are different. If a mere chicken thief is killed in a US-funded enterprise, let's go, I'll wait for you. On the way home, I praised Baozhu for his extraordinary spirit.Baozhu was very proud, and said: "You were really good at that blow, the spoon was flattened." We praised each other's bravery, ruthlessness, and hatred, as if we had found confidence in such an unlucky monkey.Baozhu was overjoyed, and told a kindergarten story. Back then, the school bully snatched Lu Xiaolu's biscuits and choked him like this, making him unable to swallow. Later, Lu Xiaolu learned to break the biscuits for the school bully.After hearing this, I felt very upset. If I can still find Brother Xueba, I can break the handle of the spoon.
I was unexpectedly fired from the fried chicken shop that spring.I'm doing a good job in the store, and I'm almost becoming the confidant of the fat store manager. I should be able to be directly promoted to a junior administrator with a college diploma, wear a blue uniform, earn a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan, and don't have to fry chicken by myself. Supervising and supervising by the side.This wonderful future has been ruined by myself. The thing is like this, one day a group of beggar children came to the store, and everyone was helpless.It just so happened that the store manager was there that day, and she was upright, one level above the fat store manager, a very strict woman in her thirties, with an ugly nickname behind her: the Queen of Fried Chicken.Seeing this, she scolded the fat shop manager, then pointed at me and said, "Go, drive the kid away." I said: "How to catch up? Are you playing eagle and chicken in the store?" The female store manager took an electric mosquito swatter from the office and handed it to me.This thing is a new invention, I've seen it but never used it.There are no bugs in the spring store, so I don't know what she means by giving me an electric mosquito swatter.The female store manager pressed the switch, a small red light came on, and said to me, "Slap them on the head." I swung the electric mosquito swatter and hit a child on the head. He screamed and escaped from the fried chicken shop.This was quite interesting, I shot the second child again, this time it was much lighter, he also screamed and ran away.After playing around like this, all the beggars in the store ran away. Through the glass window, I could see them running wildly on the street, and I thought, is this thing that beats mosquitoes so powerful?I hit myself on the head too, damn it, I screamed too.It's basically an electric baton. I walked up to the female store manager, and she said solemnly: "I will use this method in the future." My brain was short-circuited, and I became crazy by that sudden shock. I raised my hand and slapped a guy on her head. Heavy, or rather, I simply pressed the electric mosquito swatter on top of her head.She let out a horrible scream, rolled her eyes and fell down. When others helped her up, she found that her pants were wet.God testifies, this is the effect of sticking an electric baton into the head, the autonomic nerves will be paralyzed, she is weak, she can't afford this, she is far worse than me and the beggar child.I threw down the electric mosquito swatter, let out a long sigh, and only heard Baozhu praise from the counter: "Master Lu, you have kindness!" Baozhu paid the price for that compliment, and she was also fired. Fortunately, we all learned to be indifferent. Sitting on the steps at the entrance of the downtown, I hugged my head and cried out that it hurts.Baozhu said: "It's so pitiful, you have electrocuted yourself like this." It was gratifying to pat the monkey's mouth with a spoon before, but it is not something to be proud of. It is really happy to turn over the fried chicken queen.I thought to myself, how should this work experience be included in my resume? A part-time worker in a foreign-funded enterprise overturned a white-collar female supervisor and was fired, so no one will hire me, right?Damn it, when people are out of control, wouldn't she become incontinent after receiving an electric shock? How could she pee on her own pants if it was normal?I shook my head and said, "That's how I feel satisfied." "Where did you learn classical Chinese?" "Wu Song said it after his blood splashed on the Mandarin Duck Tower." Baozhu gave me a head massage on the bustling street. Across the street was a hairdressing salon. Two girls in uniforms were facing the window and massaged the heads of customers. "I'm so sorry that you were fired as well." I said. Baozhu said: "Master Lu, I am about to graduate, and I have no interest in going to work. I do part-time work purely for fun. In fact, I am a little tired of doing it. I want to find all kinds of fun things, so I don't go to work. Is that okay?" ?” "You asked me if I could. You asked the wrong person. I don't know if you can." "Unfortunately, I will be a white-collar worker one day, maybe soon. What will you do?" Baozhu said sadly, "I throw you on the street, can you bear it?" "I can bear it." "What if I never talk to you again?" "Then you won't be righteous. I was wandering all over the world, and finally decided to stay. How can you ignore me?" I sighed, "But I guessed it would be like this." Baozhu stopped and held my head in his arms from behind.Baozhu's breasts are not big, and being hugged by her, she can't feel anything at the back of her head.I couldn't see her expression either, I didn't know whether it was gratification or mourning.Then a man with a red armband walked by and yelled at us, "You two are disgusting!"
In Daicheng University, for a period of time, I had a good time.Both Baozhu and I made some money, relatively speaking, life is easier.She didn't want to take me to wander around the school, and she couldn't go to the girls' dormitory, so one day she asked me to go to the radio station. It was a three-storey building, and the outer wall was covered with creepers. In early spring, the leaves hadn't grown yet, only gray-black stems, which was very ugly.Going in is a deep corridor, the doors of the offices on both sides are closed, there are no windows, and there is silence around.There are many bicycles parked at the gate. Baozhu said that there are still people in the building, but they don't come out often.The corridor is dark, with a beam of light coming in from the small window at the corner of the stairs, and there is often a tabby cat squatting there basking in the sun. This is a place that requires tiptoe to enter, not even a cat can be alarmed.Baozhu took me up the stairs. She said that the third floor was really deserted, the rooms were empty, and the radio station was here.She still spoke in a low voice, otherwise there would be echoes in the corridor. In any era, the radio station is a heavily guarded place, which roughly represents the function of propaganda, the power to speak to everyone, even if it is only to play a few popular songs, this power still permeates the room, making it mysterious and solemn.The room is divided into two rooms. There is a desk in the outer room by the window, and a bed on the other side against the wall, which is used for sleeping on duty. The inner room is a pile of equipment, and a silver microphone stands alone in the center of the table. I stood at the window and looked out. The tall metasequoia trees blocked my eyes, filtering out the scenery. The famous clock tower of Daicheng University was not far away.I asked Baozhu, can I smoke here?Baozhu said yes, no one would come in.Every Thursday noon and night, she is alone here. I smoke in this room.At that time, I felt that life was monotonous and chaotic, but at the same time I found a pattern in it. Part of the time I went to work in a fried chicken shop, part of the time I stayed with Bao Zhu, and the rest went home to sleep.Baozhu looks a lot like my girlfriend, and sometimes I think it's nice to have her around. I once watched her make a program on the radio station. The evening clouds gradually thickened and sank outside the window. Some students who were going to eat in the cafeteria walked under the window, and the music returned from a far away place through the loudspeaker.I couldn't hear anything she said into the microphone, and the voice that came back was just as faint. One day she finished the program and said to me: "Lu Xiaolu, don't you remember what happened in kindergarten?" "I don't remember, is it important?" "It doesn't matter if you forget." "But you still remember, don't you?" I said, "tell me about it." Baozhu said, that is not a very important matter, it should be forgotten.She sat across from me, asked me for a cigarette, and took two puffs.According to her recollection, it should be the spring of 1979. She left the kindergarten alone at noon and came to the school playground. She must have slipped out.There was no one in the school, so she walked down a small path with bamboo on both sides, and later she knew that kind of bamboo was called Fengweizhu. She walked for a long time, and when she turned around, she found that the road behind her was gone. where.She was very withdrawn when she was a child, her father was working in other places, her mother was in Daicheng, and her grandmother usually took her to and from school.Girls get weird when they don't have a dad. I felt sad for a while, and asked, "Did you find your way later?" She said that she was just dazed at first, but then she became scared. She squatted in the bamboo forest and cried for a while, feeling that she was about to be abducted by bad guys.At this time, a man emerged from the bamboo forest, holding a bamboo shoot, his height was not much higher than the bamboo shoot. Baozhu said, "That person is you." I don't remember it at all, but I really like bamboo shoots, the kind that are boiled into soup with hooves.I said, "What happened next?" Later, the boy walked over to comfort her, but she forgot what he said, but he was very gentle anyway.She was very curious about the bamboo shoot at the time, and thought it was a heroic thing for him to go to the bamboo forest to pull the bamboo shoot.She said she wanted to go back to the kindergarten, but the boy hugged Sun and said that he couldn't go now, he had to wait for his uncle and his girlfriend to come out. "What?" I yelled. Baozhu said that after a while, she saw two red-faced young people coming out of the bamboo forest. She remembered that the young men were very thin, with drooping eyes and yellow teeth.I nodded, Baozhu remembered correctly, my uncle was that unlucky, he was an educated youth at the time, he had just been transferred from the poorest countryside twenty miles away, unemployed, and had a married girlfriend... this matter He has been ridiculed in my family for more than ten years, and he is still unmarried.From this point of view, the brat holding the bamboo shoots is indeed me. Baozhu said: "Your uncle is very rascal, I still remember he pointed at me and said to you: 'Haha, boy, you also found a girlfriend?'" I said: "At that time my dad was very busy, he often went to meetings, and sometimes he asked my uncle to pick me up. But I really don't remember this incident, how could he take me to a tryst with someone in the bamboo forest? Damn of." "Probably to let you watch the wind." "It seems so." Baozhu said that next, the pair of bastard uncles and nephews did something very boring. With their backs to the two women, they pulled up their pants and peed together.The aunt next to me burst out laughing. "Fuck." I shook my head.The sad atmosphere disappeared, and I feel ashamed. It seems that there is a reason for my memory to automatically delete this period of time.Unexpectedly, when I was six years old, I was already guarded by lewd men and women.I said, "You still despise me, don't you?" Baozhu said: "Of course not. You must know that I walked back to the kindergarten with two adults and a classmate. It felt very safe. You still held the bamboo shoots and told me the story of the panda. Give me some bamboo shoots, but unfortunately I don’t have any.” "Didn't I give it to you?" "Your uncle gave it to his woman." "My uncle is such a jerk." Baozhu came over, looked at me tenderly and said, "Lu Xiaolu, tell me another story about pandas." "Once upon a time there was a panda. He took off his clothes. Do you think he was a black bear or a polar bear?"
On weekend nights, Baozhu took me to a dance and ran to the university cafeteria. The tables and chairs were put aside, and karaoke was playing on the TV overhead. A group of people stumbled and hugged in circles in a very dark place.Baozhu said that she was a dancing queen, and when I saw her standing on a snow-covered stake that day, I believed her, but when I got to this chaotic place, I knew that no one cared about Baozhu, and no one asked her to dance, especially when she When there is me by my side, boys will not be willing to cause this kind of trouble.Among them was a girl with big wavy hair who was very eye-catching on the dance floor.I noticed her, and Baozhu found that I noticed too. "Is she pretty?" "too dark." Baozhu said with satisfaction: "I also think she is a bit dark." I said, "Sorry, I said it was too dark for me to see." Baozhu said, "So you look at her vigorously, don't you?" Baozhu found a stool and sat down, sullen, crossing her legs.After a while, she asked me, "Master Lu, can't you dance?" I said, "I don't want to dance." Relatively simple slow four.Baozhu became more and more angry, and said: "Go away, stand by my side all the time, no one invites me to dance." I was very angry when I heard this, and walked out of the cafeteria alone.After a while, I heard the sound of Baozhu following up. "Master Lu, don't be angry, I was wrong." "Go back quickly, someone invites you to dance." Baozhu persuaded me for a while, and said that I was not righteous, that the young man had a sound mind, and he should let the girl lose her temper.I thought to myself, damn it, when did I treat you like a girl?This can't be said, it will break.Finally I said: "You are not the queen of the ballroom, you are the female killer of the ballroom." After hearing this, Baozhu stood in the dark and cried. I went back to comfort Baozhu, and it took me a long time to calm down her grievances.She said: "You are a fool, oh, how can I fall in love with you, a fool?" I was so angry that I walked away.Baozhu said: "Fuck, it's endless, right?" She caught up again.In the end, we swore that even if we really turned our faces in this life, we would not say a single bad word.We are all too easily puffed up.
Baozhu and I discussed going to the old kindergarten. It was located on the outskirts of the city. I don’t know what it has become, whether the bamboo forest is still there.But going to that place is very inconvenient, there is no direct bus, and it is too far to ride a bicycle.Speaking of bicycles, I have to describe that Baozhu’s bicycle was given to her by a senior. It’s a very small women’s bicycle. It’s all rusty and the front wheel is a little bit off. It looks like a donkey when I ride it. My bicycle is a flower I bought an old one for 30 yuan, and I’m afraid it’s older than me. I didn’t dare to repair it because I was afraid of thieves. The front wheel brake was gone, and three rear wheel wires were broken.The two of us were riding on the street, and the sensible people would let us go first, while the ignorant ones thought it was the actors from the acrobatic troupe. I work in a fried chicken restaurant, and I get two meal coupons every month, which are employee benefits and satisfy everyone's hunger.Baozhu and I got the coupons, ordered some fried chicken in the store, changed our work clothes and sat down. Of course that feeling was very happy, eating the chicken we fried.I think of Yang Chi's famous dirty joke: Let's eat chicken.So he said to Baozhu: "Eat it, chicken." Baozhu said: "Fuck you, who is the chicken?" With the chicken nugget in my hand, I suddenly lost all appetite, felt nauseous, and thought I had hepatitis.Baozhu said: "It's not surprising. I smell fried chicken every day and my mind is full of it. How could I still want to eat it?" "No wonder people say that cooks don't like to eat their own cooking." "That's the truth." I gave all my chicken nuggets to Baozhu, and Baozhu couldn't eat any more, which is a pity, the chicken nuggets are even more unpalatable when they are cold, even worse than pig food.If I had known this, I might as well have given the meal coupon to Yang Chi, so he could eat the whole plate.We sat for a while and looked at the scenery of the market outside. At this time, a beggar child entered the store, and we only heard a burst of shouting from the counter: "Welcome!" The child went straight to Baozhu and me, stretched out his dirty Xi Xi's hands.I picked up the two whole chicken nuggets with the box and put them in his hand, and the kid left.The monkey shouted at the counter: "Lu Xiaolu, you fucking attracted all the beggars." I said: "Fuck you, I'm a customer now, can you control me?" A group of beggars, tall and short, all ran towards Baozhu and me, and we grabbed the Coke cups in our hands and ran away. For this matter, I was criticized by the fat store manager. As an employee of this store, I was too unaware and provoked children who were beggars.It's not convenient for me to talk back, and I secretly scolded monkeys for not being a good thing, and the store manager knew about the troublesome things.The fat store manager said: "It's not that I don't have love. In the past, the beggars here were waiting at the door of the store. Now the group who come here is more ruthless. I don't know who taught them to break into the store and ask for money and food. We are an upscale fast food restaurant and we cannot allow this to happen." However, there is a rule in the fried chicken restaurant. You can't drive any customer away even if he doesn't order food and sits there to sleep.Ragged, full of stench, all regarded as God.This is the moral bottom line of American-funded enterprises.At first I thought it was quite funny. When I was a child, there was a kind of kid in those Chinese noodle restaurants called "drinking noodle soup". soup.When encountering this kind of child, the waiter usually hits the head with chopsticks - it's a chopstick, it hurts, I tried it myself.American-funded companies can't do this, and they don't have chopsticks, so the fat store manager is very worried. Speaking of which, fried chicken restaurants also have some restrictions, such as no smoking in the store.It was the mid-1990s, even the city government was allowed to smoke during meetings, and it was inconceivable that such a small fried chicken shop would set up such a rule.Relying on American capital to bully smokers.Once I met a particularly ruthless customer who smoked in the store, but after being dissuaded, he climbed into the counter and smoked another one in the kitchen, and everyone had no choice.If he changed to the social restaurant, he would have been chopped up by the cook a long time ago. He even stuck a cigarette end in the ice cream before walking away.According to me, this is also the moral contradiction of American capital. You can neither hit the customer nor give him a cigarette. Are you going to conquer Berlin in a peaceful way?too difficult.However, the clever fat store manager still figured out a way - in the future, anyone who climbs the counter will call the street defense team. In the hands of these strong men.With their protection (can't help but make us laugh), anti-normal rules have also been established, and the moral bottom line of American capital has also been guarded. What worries the fat shop manager now is that even the joint defense team will not come to beat up the beggar child, this is too low-level.what to do? At that time, there was another incident. The chicken nuggets in the store were often missing, and the chicken legs were always stolen in the hours before closing.This shows at least two things: first, there is an insider who is so stupid that he is hungry at night; second, he still knows how to choose good food.The fat shop manager was very angry.I said: "Who wants to eat chicken nuggets? I feel like throwing up when I cook chicken every day." Baozhu said: "You underestimated some people's appetite." The fat shop manager told me to keep quiet and secretly observe which jerk's mouth was moving.The store is very strict, chicken nuggets can't be taken out, and can't be stuffed in your trouser pockets. If you steal it, you must eat it as soon as possible.Every employee can sneak away for no more than 30 seconds. Yang Chi is the only person I know who can stuff a chicken leg into his mouth in such a short time, but he can't swallow it whole. You have to chew it in your mouth a few times, right? One night, I heard a commotion in the kitchen, and the fat shop manager shouted, "Catch the chicken thief!" The shop was closing at that time, and we all rushed in to watch the commotion.I saw the fat shop manager hugging the monkey's waist, and there was an auntie cleaner next to him, testifying in Shandong dialect: "It's him, I saw him eat it." The monkey grunted, rolled its eyes vigorously, swallowed something under the watchful eyes of everyone, and said slowly, "I didn't eat it, what about the chicken nuggets?" Aunt Shandong was quite honest, she shook her head and said to the fat shop manager: "I saw him eating, he hid behind the sink, opened his mouth, and stuffed all the chicken nuggets in." The monkey cursed a bad word, and everyone could tell that he had a bad tongue, but they couldn't break his mouth.Aunt Shandong sighed and said, "You eat as soon as you eat, why are you scolding me?" Baozhu squeezed from behind me and grabbed the monkey's neck with her hand.The monkey tried to resist, and the fat shop manager and I rushed to control him at the same time, making him unable to move.Baozhu sneered, continued to exert strength in her hand, and said to the monkey: "Can you swallow that chicken bone in your mouth? Swallow one and let me see." , she was able to pinch him condescendingly, with a fierce look in her eyes, as if she wanted to kill someone.After pinching for half a minute, the monkey was short of breath and out of breath, and slowly spit out a two-inch-long chicken leg bone from its mouth.As soon as Baozhu let go, the monkey said, "Oh my god! Baozhu, you stinky bitch." I picked up the stainless steel spoon and patted him on the mouth. According to the rules of American-funded enterprises, there is nothing to say, Monkey was fired on the spot, and he will go to the finance department to pay his salary tomorrow.The monkey covered his mouth and said, "Lu Xiaolu, you wait." I said that according to the rules of the world when I was 18 years old, if you dare to say this, you will be beaten to death on the spot, but the times are different. If a mere chicken thief is killed in a US-funded enterprise, let's go, I'll wait for you. On the way home, I praised Baozhu for his extraordinary spirit.Baozhu was very proud, and said: "You were really good at that blow, the spoon was flattened." We praised each other's bravery, ruthlessness, and hatred, as if we had found confidence in such an unlucky monkey.Baozhu was overjoyed, and told a kindergarten story. Back then, the school bully snatched Lu Xiaolu's biscuits and choked him like this, making him unable to swallow. Later, Lu Xiaolu learned to break the biscuits for the school bully.After hearing this, I felt very upset. If I can still find Brother Xueba, I can break the handle of the spoon.
I was unexpectedly fired from the fried chicken shop that spring.I'm doing a good job in the store, and I'm almost becoming the confidant of the fat store manager. I should be able to be directly promoted to a junior administrator with a college diploma, wear a blue uniform, earn a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan, and don't have to fry chicken by myself. Supervising and supervising by the side.This wonderful future has been ruined by myself. The thing is like this, one day a group of beggar children came to the store, and everyone was helpless.It just so happened that the store manager was there that day, and she was upright, one level above the fat store manager, a very strict woman in her thirties, with an ugly nickname behind her: the Queen of Fried Chicken.Seeing this, she scolded the fat shop manager, then pointed at me and said, "Go, drive the kid away." I said: "How to catch up? Are you playing eagle and chicken in the store?" The female store manager took an electric mosquito swatter from the office and handed it to me.This thing is a new invention, I've seen it but never used it.There are no bugs in the spring store, so I don't know what she means by giving me an electric mosquito swatter.The female store manager pressed the switch, a small red light came on, and said to me, "Slap them on the head." I swung the electric mosquito swatter and hit a child on the head. He screamed and escaped from the fried chicken shop.This was quite interesting, I shot the second child again, this time it was much lighter, he also screamed and ran away.After playing around like this, all the beggars in the store ran away. Through the glass window, I could see them running wildly on the street, and I thought, is this thing that beats mosquitoes so powerful?I hit myself on the head too, damn it, I screamed too.It's basically an electric baton. I walked up to the female store manager, and she said solemnly: "I will use this method in the future." My brain was short-circuited, and I became crazy by that sudden shock. I raised my hand and slapped a guy on her head. Heavy, or rather, I simply pressed the electric mosquito swatter on top of her head.She let out a horrible scream, rolled her eyes and fell down. When others helped her up, she found that her pants were wet.God testifies, this is the effect of sticking an electric baton into the head, the autonomic nerves will be paralyzed, she is weak, she can't afford this, she is far worse than me and the beggar child.I threw down the electric mosquito swatter, let out a long sigh, and only heard Baozhu praise from the counter: "Master Lu, you have kindness!" Baozhu paid the price for that compliment, and she was also fired. Fortunately, we all learned to be indifferent. Sitting on the steps at the entrance of the downtown, I hugged my head and cried out that it hurts.Baozhu said: "It's so pitiful, you have electrocuted yourself like this." It was gratifying to pat the monkey's mouth with a spoon before, but it is not something to be proud of. It is really happy to turn over the fried chicken queen.I thought to myself, how should this work experience be included in my resume? A part-time worker in a foreign-funded enterprise overturned a white-collar female supervisor and was fired, so no one will hire me, right?Damn it, when people are out of control, wouldn't she become incontinent after receiving an electric shock? How could she pee on her own pants if it was normal?I shook my head and said, "That's how I feel satisfied." "Where did you learn classical Chinese?" "Wu Song said it after his blood splashed on the Mandarin Duck Tower." Baozhu gave me a head massage on the bustling street. Across the street was a hairdressing salon. Two girls in uniforms were facing the window and massaged the heads of customers. "I'm so sorry that you were fired as well." I said. Baozhu said: "Master Lu, I am about to graduate, and I have no interest in going to work. I do part-time work purely for fun. In fact, I am a little tired of doing it. I want to find all kinds of fun things, so I don't go to work. Is that okay?" ?” "You asked me if I could. You asked the wrong person. I don't know if you can." "Unfortunately, I will be a white-collar worker one day, maybe soon. What will you do?" Baozhu said sadly, "I throw you on the street, can you bear it?" "I can bear it." "What if I never talk to you again?" "Then you won't be righteous. I was wandering all over the world, and finally decided to stay. How can you ignore me?" I sighed, "But I guessed it would be like this." Baozhu stopped and held my head in his arms from behind.Baozhu's breasts are not big, and being hugged by her, she can't feel anything at the back of her head.I couldn't see her expression either, I didn't know whether it was gratification or mourning.Then a man with a red armband walked by and yelled at us, "You two are disgusting!"