8: C8 Beat up the Old Hoodlum

C8 Beat up the Old Hoodlum

The girl who opened the door looked like she was in her early twenties. She was tall and slim, her skin as white as jade, and her dark and smooth hair lightly rested on her shoulders. Her oval face without makeup was white and pink, and her two dimples were exceptionally charming.

Her big eyes that could speak were as clear as clear spring water, and she seemed to be handsome and pretty. She was lively and quick-witted, and her curvy long eyelashes added a bit of playfulness. He had a nose that was moderate in size, a straight nose, and a straight nose. His nostrils were round and round, making people feel pity when they looked at him. They looked like they were about to touch him.

This kind of pure and natural beauty was much better than the women who used cosmetics thicker than the ash at the bottom of a pot when they were still alive.

Jia Wen did not expect that the person who came was an 18-year-old young man. She asked in surprise, "You are Mr. Han Qiang?"

Han Qiang smiled and nodded. "I am a little younger, but I am definitely good at typing."

Jia Wen hesitated for a moment and let him into the office.

The office, which was more than sixty square meters, was clean and tidy. There were two desks and a few cabinets in a row in the corner. Han Qiang did not even need to look to know that there must be a bed to rest on at the back.

Jia Wen pointed to the large stack of newspapers by the desk near the window, "Mr. Han, I have marked the numbers on the red pen for the parts that need to be typed. I will give you five thousand for typing first. You can pay for the rest after you are done, okay?"

"Sister Jia, just pay after you are done typing."

After saying that, Han Qiang turned on the computer and casually took the top piece of newspaper over. After two days of typing, a new document started typing. He had already adapted to the Star of Mandarin typing method and his typing speed had greatly increased.

When most people in Dashi City stopped typing in the Second Finger Zen, the speed of more than a hundred words per minute was definitely one of the best.

Han Qiang typed more than 13,000 words in less than two hours. Jia Wen, who was beside him, was stunned. At this speed, it would probably take less than ten days to complete the mission.

Looking at the time, it was almost time to set up the card and the stock market opening with his father. Han Qiang said in embarrassment, "Sister Jia, I have something to do later. I will continue to type in the afternoon."

Jia Wen smiled and took out a red flower cow apple from the drawer and handed it to him. "Thank you for your hard work, little brother. Take the apple and eat it on the way."

"Little brother?"

Han Qiang shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He was a person with extraordinary talent. He was called little brother by a beauty and even gave a big apple. Did she not know what it meant to give an apple?

After the father and son met up, they went to the bank to make a bank card, and then went to Magic City to open a stock market account. Han Qiang was 18 years old, but for some other reasons, all the accounts used his father's name.

Before Han Rushan left, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him. "Old son, your mother and I gathered 20,000 yuan from our relatives and friends. You can take it to start your business."

Han Qiang's hand that was holding the money trembled slightly. He looked at his father in surprise. When he was still alive, he had always wanted stability. He had never borrowed money from others, but now he made an exception for himself.

Han Rushan looked at him lovingly. "You are fighting so hard for your family. As parents, you can't just stand by and watch."

Han Qiang's eyes were slightly red. "I will not let dad down. I will let you have Maotai drinks every once in a while."

"You brat, you're talking big again. A bottle of Maotai with 53 degrees celsius costs 180 yuan. How much does it cost to drink it every day?" Han Rushan said in a bad mood.

Han Qiang smiled and did not explain anything.

The stock market from the end of June to the middle of September in 1994 could only be described as ups and downs, at 333. 92 to 1052. 94 consecutive shocks, the total increment was more than 215%.

Before the 16 December 1996 increment did not exceed the 10% limit of the market price from the previous day, as long as the wavelength was well controlled during this period of time... Earning five to six times was not a problem at all. Now, the most important task was before the opportunity arrived. Increase the funds in his hands as much as possible.

Jia Wen checked the draft that Han Qiang had entered into the computer during lunch break. There was not a single wrong word in more than 13,000 words, and there were no wrong signs either. It was even better than the district government's only full-time typing staff.

Dong, dong, dong...

Jia Wen heard a knock on the door. She thought Han Qiang had come back. She got up and opened the door. It was the office director with a fat head and big ears with a Mediterranean hairstyle. Her face suddenly became a little unnatural, "What instructions does Zhu Ming have?"

Zhu Ming looked at Jia Wen's charming figure with a lustful look. "Little Jia, the compilation of the company's journal this time is very important. Before the end of the month, we must complete the registration of the newspaper. Otherwise, it will delay the other editors' work. You have to be careful."

Jia Wen suppressed the disgust in her heart and said lightly, "Director, don't worry. I will complete the task on time."

Zhu Ming greedily stared at her towering snow mountain and said in a strange tone, "Young people are good at everything. They just like to brag. If you can't complete the task at the end of the month. You can only transfer to a basic unit like the First Mining and the Second Mining to train. If you want to stay in the mechanism, that's fine too. As long as you accompany me to sleep. "2

Ever since Jia Wen came to her new position, she had been pressured by the pig-like director. Not counting working overtime, all kinds of difficult and tiring work were on her. The newspaper that should have been taken care of by eight people had also been placed on top of her. Now that she was being harassed so openly, she was so angry that her body was trembling.

Zhu Ming thought that she was afraid, so he reached out to grab her clothes, scaring her so much that she screamed and stepped back.

"Damn it, there's no one coming to work at noon. Even if you shout until your throat breaks, no one will come." Zhu Ming grinned hideously and threw himself at her.

Jia Wen was forced to a corner and had nowhere to hide. She was so anxious that tears were flowing out of her eyes.

"As long as you follow me, you don't have to do any hard work in the future. Just follow me and eat well."

Zhu Ming grinned hideously and stretched his devil claw towards her chest.

"No!"

Jia Wen was so scared that she curled up in the corner of the wall. Her body trembled like a leaf, and the crystal clear tears at the corners of her eyes fell down along her cheeks.

Tears were like the catalyst of a beast. Zhu Ming roared and sped up.

Seeing that the Demon Claw was less than half a foot away from the target, his fat pig body suddenly flew out diagonally and crashed into the cabinet.

Jia Wen escaped from the Demon Claw and patted her chest in shock. She saw Han Qiang lunging forward like an angry lion, pressing Zhu Ming to the ground and punching him. He cried out in pain.

Zhu Ming roared hysterically, "F * ck, I'm the office director of the headquarters. This bastard is meddling in other people's business. Does he not want to stay in the headquarters anymore?"

"F * ck! You're the one who hit me, you old hooligan!"

Han Qiang grabbed his few balding hair and pressed it on the ground to give him another beating.

Jia Wen had grown up, and this was the first time a man had stood up for her other than her family members. The beautiful eyes watching from the side were filled with extraordinary splendor, but when she thought about how he was just 18 years old, he was a year younger than her, so she felt a little depressed in her heart.

Han Qiang had lived two lives and was not a fool who did not know anything. Whenever he attacked, he would hit the soft flesh on Zhu Ming's body. It was painful and there would not be any fractures. It was not until he was beaten into a pig's head that he stood up in satisfaction.

Zhu Ming struggled to get up. His fingers trembled as he pointed at Han Qiang and Jia Wen. "You two wait for me. In the afternoon, get to the bottom of the most bitter and tiring place!"

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