Chapter 46 A Bolt from the Blue

"My dad already knows about this. Wang xi will come back to take your place and carry it out by herself."

After Fu Jing said this, I don't know how to reply. Wang xi wants to come back? Then I will go back to before liberation, and I will only live like a peasant under the oppression of the imperialists. This is a nightmare for me.

I don't remember how I left Fu Jing's office. The sudden blow almost made me faint.

However, before I could accept this nightmare, the news that wang xi wanted to come back had spread all over the place. Everyone in our department was watching how I stepped down and how I moved things out.

I became the joke of all the departments and even the whole company.

I feel like everyone around me is laughing at me when I walk in the company.

"Chen Qing, I didn't expect to be back so soon." Wang xi raised her chin and spoke to me with a sense of condescension.

I had a smile on my face. "Yes, Secretary wang can do more than he can. There's always a harvest in business and love, isn't there?"

She lowered her voice and warned me, "I'll see how long you can keep your mouth shut."

"Wait and see." I used a red lipstick today. Even with makeup, I have to keep my face up.

Wang Qian became my boss, and I was demoted. As soon as she came back, she made a lot of moves and isolated me. My daily job was to serve tea, pour water, and photocopy documents.

The most worthless person in the whole department is me. If anything happens to the department, the first sentence out is definitely me.

I told Ning Jing about it. Apart from talking about Fu Jing behind her back, or scolding our company for being too shady, she said it very happily. I was relieved to hear that. With a few cans of beer in my stomach, I was in a much better mood.

"Xiao Qing, can you still go to the finals in this state tomorrow?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Don't you know my ability to play mahjong?"

"I know. You washed your father's mahjong at home when you were five years old. There are people playing mahjong every day in your family. You've seen it for a long time." Ning Jing's words were sour. "But gambling depends on luck."

"If my luck is not good, then go and attract it. I don't believe I will be so unlucky." I squinted, and the ceiling lights spun before my eyes, gradually turning dark.

It was already three o' clock in the morning when I woke up the next day. Ning Jing and I had an early lunch and went to the finals.

"Chen Qing, here." Jiang Miao also came and sat in the front row of the audience.

"I didn't expect you to come." I went over to say hello to him, and Ning Jing was a little embarrassed, but she still followed me with her head slightly lowered like a little daughter-in-law.

Jiang Miao glanced at Ning Jing behind me. "Her fate is in your hands today."

I squeezed out a smile and pointed to my seat without saying anything else. As soon as I left, Jiang Miao got Ning Jing to sit next to him.

I've been in a bad mood for the past few days. The double blow of love and career knocked me out. I looked up and saw Jiang Miao holding Ning Jing, which made me not dare to be distracted at all.

Live or die, it depends on today.

The whole game was hand-rubbed, refusing the mahjong machine, playing with skills, regardless of whether you cheat or not, as long as you don't get caught and win, then you are the first place.

For me, there's a better chance of winning.

I know a little about the level of the three players. I've noticed them before in the game. An uncle with a moustache and a well-dressed grandfather. He always wears reading glasses when playing mahjong. The other one is a young man with a shifty look.

The three of them are not vegetarians, but I prefer to eat meat. After a round, everyone is tied.

Grandpa had to go to the bathroom, so I took a ten-minute break. I sat in my seat and thought about the cards. A staff member handed me a piece of paper. I opened it and saw a few words written on it: I can't wait.

I looked at Jiang Miao, and he put his hand on Ning Jing's shoulder.

I grabbed the note tightly and crumpled the trash can that was thrown at my feet. Ten minutes later, I entered the next lap. I was eager to win and played cards faster, but the grandfathers were slow.

"Can you hurry up?" I urged.

"You young people are just irritable. The old man's brain has degenerated. You have to give me time to think." Grandpa smiled pleasantly.

I can't say anything harsh when I reach out to stop smiling.

I don't know if it was because I was too impatient this time around, and the situation that had been stable had tilted. I had a disadvantage with that bearded uncle, but I had an unexpected gain. I saw through both uncle and the young man's moves.

I looked up at Jiang Miao's position, and Ning Jing was gone.

I sprang up from my seat and someone immediately shouted at me not to stand up.

"No, he won't break his promise." I comforted myself that if I rushed out to ask for someone now, not only would I delay the game, but I would also automatically give up on Ning Jing's safety.

I can't be impulsive.

I went to the toilet, came back and asked for a glass of orange juice. After drinking it in one gulp, I had a sour feeling in my mouth. I asked to change my position and stop looking at jiang miao.

At the beginning of another round, the young man liked to touch two to play two, so the cards were very fast. I purposely took advantage of his hand to play with the mahjong that I just played in front of him. I bumped into his hand in midair and knocked out the two mahjong in his hand.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I was busy apologizing.

Uncle quickly grabbed his card, "You cheated, this bag you!"

The young man looked at me hatefully. I shrugged. They were all enemies. I was afraid he would hate me.

It was easy to get rid of uncle. I could see that there was mahjong hidden in the cuffs of his old shirt. When I exposed him just now, I signaled to him that I knew his trick. He nodded at me, which was equivalent to forming an alliance with me.

How good can an old man be? I quickly closed the gap between us.

The last lap was the deciding lap. I no longer trusted my uncle. The first one made him fall out of his sleeve. He lost three houses and was basically out of luck with the champion. I also lost a lot and became the opponent of the three houses.

I lost the first two games, and if I don't play big, I will lose.

I didn't dare look behind me. I could only stare at the cards in front of me and at the old man opposite me. He was playing mahjong in front of him with his reading glasses one by one. He was as leisurely as fishing. Even if he was lucky, he couldn't always be so good. There must be something fishy.

I raised my hand to pretend that my stomach hurt. "I want to go to the toilet. Can I rest for five minutes?"

"Okay, five minutes."

I covered my stomach and got up. As I walked past grandpa, my hand touched his reading glasses. I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."