Chapter 4 Telephone

Wang Erleng has a lot of style, even making phone calls with his own style: he lights up the cigarette first; I don't dust it; sometimes I burn my clothes, but I don't care, it's pompous.With a cigarette in his mouth, his mouth is tilted a bit, and he can't always speak clearly.Well, it deserves it!Wang Erleng has the freedom to slur his words, doesn't he? Dial the phone with style: half a pencil instead of a finger.He was absolutely sure that his pencil had feeling, as nimble and reliable as a finger.He trusted the pencil so much that he kept looking at the calendar or something when he dialed the numbers.Not only do you look elsewhere, but you also have to chat with others so that you can call the wrong number with confidence.Call again if you make a mistake, and call again if you make a mistake, and even quarrel with the person who answered the phone.Look, Er Leng is so busy, he can't finish making phone calls!

Already making the wrong dial eight times, Wang Erlen became even more imposing: he pushed his hat back, straightened his chest, and the cigarette ash on his chest took the opportunity to fall secretly.Make up your mind, but don't look at "you" to see if you can get through!I didn't even look at the month plate, but looked at the ceiling instead. "Hey, hello! Lao Wu? You bastard!...What? I'm looking for Lao Wu!...No? Evil!...What? Watch it? Stop talking nonsense! Can I even make a phone call? ...Who am I? Where am I? You don't care!" Pa, dropped the receiver and added: "Too rude!"

"Hey, old Wu? You... what? What?... The ninth fire brigade?... There is no fire here!" "Er Leng, caught!" A colleague called out. "Where is it? Where is it? Hey, the ninth team, wait! Wait!..., here!" Er Leng told the ninth fire brigade to wait, and at the same time patted the documents on the table - called from the corner of his mouth The cigarette butts that fell from the top caught fire. "Hey, hey! It's all right! The fire is not too big, it's okay to burn a hole in the document!" Er Leng was very proud, and taught everyone with style: "Look, it's good to call the wrong number! The team will be here soon, hee hee!"

He lit a new cigarette and threw the match in the wastebasket. "Hey, old Wu? Where do you... want? Find old Wu!...What, it's you again? What a coincidence!...Speak politely! Socialist morality means helping others, understand? Hmph!" Erlen's pencil had just been inserted into the small hole of the telephone panel again, when a comrade said: "Erlen, I'm going to give you a big-character poster!" "What are you criticizing me for?" "Think about it for yourself! How much time do you waste yourself in a day, and how many people's work are disturbed? You occupy the line of the fire brigade, and it is very likely that there is a fire, and there will be more losses if you are late! You may encounter To a writer..." "What a coincidence!"

"Do you think that everyone should serve you and play around with you?..." "Hello, old Wu?" Er Leng's phone was connected again: "...isn't it?...you are a writer? ...I interrupted your train of thought, maybe you can't for a long time...then you hang up! What are you waiting for?" Er Leng felt that he was very humorous.Then he said to the comrades who wanted to write big-character posters: "What a coincidence, I really met a writer..." "It's smoking again!" someone shouted. "The wastebasket!" "Er Leng, call the fire brigade!"

"I don't remember the number, it was just a coincidence!" Er Leng slammed into the typing basket with great style. In the June 1958 issue of "Newport"