Chapter 3 Purple Mo Hongchen (3)

While we were muttering, Mr. Clayderman, the French pianist, played enthusiastically all the time.What he tried to express was a kind of open and aboveboard beauty, the beauty of innocence.The beauty of free flight and the beauty of romance and simplicity.We listened to Clayderman in a trick car, and the contrast was so strong that I will never forget these piano pieces. Santana took several difficult and sharp turns in the alleys of Hankou, and stopped in front of the steps of an old building in the former Russian Concession.A man with a mobile phone was waiting on the steps.This man has a fat body, a bright tie, and a hairstyle that looks like a blooming mushroom.Director Guo told me in a disdainful manner that this person is the company's manager Jin.

Manager Jin went down the steps very quickly and opened the car door for us in person.As soon as the car door opened, he said, "Ah, welcome!" I got out of the car and took a breath. Director Guo said: "This is the eyebrow red engineer. I sent it to you." Manager Jin warmly extended his hand to me and said, "Thank you, Ms. Mei, for guiding our work!" I said, "Not to mention guidance." Director Guo smoked the cigarette that Manager Jin offered, and said to me, "Keep in touch with my family anytime you need anything." Manager Jin said: "Oh, Mr. Guo, please don't worry. How about I ask Master Wang to accompany her this time?"

Director Guo smiled.He slapped Manager Jin across the face and said, "Thanks in advance then." A lady with heavy pink makeup came out of the building and said, "Lunch has been ordered at the International Club." Director Guo looked at the watch on his wrist.Said: "I don't eat anymore. I still have something to do." Manager Jin blocked the car door and said, "I have to eat lunch even if it's a big deal!" The driver and I turned our backs to them and smiled at each other.Look at the trick now. Following the guidance of the door number, I entered the public relations department, and saw that it was full of beauty and fitness equipment, so I quickly exited to check the door number, it was the public relations department.

There is no public relations lady in the public relations department, only an old man, busy in front of a stack of forms on the desk.He has gray temples, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and calico sleeves around his arms.I asked, "Master Wang?" The old man said: "Master Wang. You sit down. Wait a moment." I sat on the low sofa with exposed foam, and saw Master Wang's legs protruding from under the desk, with his feet crossed.The trousers have no definite color due to the age of the fabric.The cuffs are dirty and torn.On the feet are a pair of cracked leather shoes.The navy blue of floral nylon socks is eye-catching.This Master Wang must be as decent, traditional, loyal, and simple as Director Guo said.But why was Manager Jin appointed as the head of the public relations department?Either I got it wrong or Director Guo said it wrong.

After waiting for a while, Master Wang raised his head.Said: "I am Master Wang, the person in charge of the public relations department. Miss, what do you want?" Nothing is wrong.I was amused.He smiled and said, "My name is Mei Hong." "Welcome." Master Wang took off his glasses and said, "Miss Mei is welcome to guide the work." I said, "Not to mention guidance." Master Wang said: "I will go on a business trip with you tomorrow." He took out two train sleeper tickets from his pocket, held them up in front of his eyes, and handed me one of them. "Tomorrow you will take a taxi to the train station by yourself. Save the ticket for my reimbursement. Miss Mei, see you on the train tomorrow."

I looked at the hard sleeper ticket, it was the lower berth.So there will be a pair of smelly nylon stockings dangling on top of my head.What era is it, and you still wear flowery nylon socks! I said, "Master Wang, I'm young and I'm going to go to the bunk." He said: "We gays should take care of the lesbians to sleep in the lower bunks." "I like to sleep on the top bunk." "That's right." Master Wang took my ticket, put on his glasses and carefully compared the faces of the two tickets.Said: "It's all lower berths." I said, "I'm very sorry."

This is even worse.I will lie side by side with the PR minister, separated only by a small corridor.Before I left, I couldn't help but make a small suggestion to him. "Why don't you buy a pair of cotton socks? Pure white or pure black." Master Wang said, "But I want the brown one." "Brown is nice too," I said.This Master Wang didn't give me any impression, but things were a little funny. As soon as I entered the waiting room, I searched all over the world for Master Wang.I sought him out to avoid him.I want to get on the train ahead of him and exchange an upper berth ticket with someone else.I can't stand lying next to a rotten old man.Why aren't men and women sleeping separately on the train?

I was embarrassed to keep looking at people's faces, so I looked down at their feet.I walked back and forth from the rows of heels, but I couldn't find the pair of blue flower nylon socks.Master Wang doesn't know how to change socks?Totally possible to change socks.But the most is to change a pair of nylon socks of another color. Did not see my traveling companion. I hurried into the car.Put away the bag.Leaning to the side expecting the passengers on the upper berth to arrive sooner. A gentleman in a suit and leather shoes passed in front of me.I tucked in my stomach and puffed up my chest to let his big suitcase squeeze through, and he bowed politely to me.After a while, he put away his luggage and squeezed over again, and bowed to me again.I still watch the new passengers file in.He casually waved to the gentleman who bowed repeatedly.Say, "You're welcome. Don't act like the Japanese."

He said, "Miss Mei is very funny when she talks." I turned around sharply. "who are you?" The straight and handsome gentleman slowly took off his dark green color-changing glasses.I was shocked and shouted: "Master Wang!" He corrected and said: "Mr. Wang. In fact, people who come to our public relations department to work call me Mr. Wang." He is worthy of being Mr. Wang.His hair was dyed black and blown perm.He is wearing a bean paste-colored suit made of full wool, a brown tie and brown cotton socks that echo the brown tie, and Italian old man's leather shoes.He was repackaged, and he was completely reborn.What surprised me more than his change of outfit was his demeanor. Some things like demeanor are by no means changeable.I think he is probably the young master of a capitalist in the past or the son of a senior Chinese employee of a foreign company.

I asked viciously, "Can I ask you a personal question?" Mr. Wang said, "Why not?" why not?The language in foreign dubbed films.Language changes with clothing. "What is your family composition?" "Why ask this?" "Don't do anything, just a strange idea that popped up all of a sudden." Mr. Wang said provocatively: "Capitalist." I clapped my hands and I guessed right. I said, "Yesterday you looked sixty, today you look forty. How old are you?" "Fifty." I clap again.Counting the time, it happens to be the young master of the old society.