Chapter 455

Zhu Cong is like a sleepwalker, wandering in the street.

He felt a little cold, and suddenly found that he had gone to the field.

"Where am I? Where is it? "

Zhu Cong takes out his mobile phone and makes an alarm call.

Half an hour later, a police car arrived and took him home.

Zhu Cong didn't say anything to the police, because it's useless to say anything. Even if he did, who would believe it.

Everyone will think that Zhu Cong played with women.

Zhu Cong had a high fever. He kept talking nonsense: "I didn't play with women, I really didn't..."

Zhu Cong's parents were frightened, and they called the neighbors and sent Zhu Cong to the hospital.

He had a bad cold, and the doctor hung him a bottle of anti-inflammatory water.

Zhu Cong is taking a drip in the emergency room when his mobile phone rings.

It's the deputy curator.

"Zhu Cong, where have you been? Why didn't you come to work today? I ask you, "have you finished the script for disaster relief?"

"Curator, I'm sick. I'm hanging water in the hospital."

"Zhu Cong, you are so lazy and sick. Even if you are sick, you should not be hurt lightly. You are a young man who has a slight illness and lies in the hospital. What do you say?"

Zhu Cong is full of grievances, but who can he tell?

"Curator, I'll come to work in the afternoon. The first draft of the disaster relief script has been finished. I'll revise it again this afternoon, and I'll give it to you before work."

"OK, I'll be waiting for you in my office at five o'clock, and then I'll see the revised script."

More than 12 o'clock at noon, finally finished hanging a bottle of water.

Although the fever hasn't abated, the temperature has dropped to 38 degrees.

"Mom and Dad, I have to go to class. I have a script to revise."

Zhu Cong dragged his sick body and rode an electric car to the cultural center.

In a daze, he revised the script and delivered it to the deputy curator's office before five o'clock.

The deputy curator asked coldly, "are you well?"

"It's almost ready."

The deputy curator took the script and read it carefully.

He tapped on the table with his fingers and said discontentedly, "Xiao Zhu, you have been in the Cultural Center for several years. Why don't you make any progress? You see, every time you write a play, it's so dirty and sloppy. It's just inferior. How can such a play be staged? "

"Curator, if you give more comments, I'll revise it."

"Ah! Xiao Zhu, you are too muddy to support the wall. In my opinion, you are not suitable to stay in the cultural center. "

According to the tone of the deputy curator, it seems that Zhu Cong will be fired.

Zhu Cong is a contract worker and has signed a contract for five years. This year is the fourth year.

That is to say, Zhu Cong can only work in the Cultural Center for another year, and he will have to pack up and go.

"Curator, I'll try."

"Ah! It's not a matter of hard work. It takes talent to write scripts, but I don't think you have this talent. Since you don't have diamond, don't get porcelain work. "

The deputy curator is determined to fire Zhu Cong.

"Xiaozhu, I'll let others change the script. Maybe it's not worth changing."

Zhu Cong walked out of the deputy director's office in frustration. Now, he has fallen into a desperate situation.

It's hard to find an ideal job.

He graduated from Chinese major. At the beginning, he wanted to be a teacher, but he passed the teacher's qualification certificate twice, but he failed.

What else can a Chinese major graduate do besides playing pen and being a teacher?

He has no talent for writing.

When he is a teacher, he can't get the teacher's qualification certificate.

Are you going to live on the streets in a year?

Zhu Cong can't imagine the future. He thinks the future is dark.

I just came out of the deputy curator's office and met the poodle.

Pooh Pooh spit and scolded, "scum!"

When Zhu Cong saw the poodle, he suddenly felt that she was a life-saving straw.

If poodle is willing to fall in love with him, then poodle's father will find him an ideal job.

"You wait, listen to me explain, yesterday, that woman pretended to be my girlfriend, slandered me and her two years of love, but also let her pregnant, she said all lies, not half the truth."

"Bah!"

Shimaogou spat again and said contemptuously, "Zhu, stay away from me. If you pester me again, I will complain to the leader."

"You... Can you listen to me..."

"I don't want to hear anything. I don't want to see you again. This morning, I have talked to the leaders and hope to transfer to other units. The leader said, let me not go, your contract will expire in one year, and then you will go away! "

Zhu Cong finally understood that it was shimaogou who sued him, so the leader decided to let him go as soon as the contract was completed.

Zhu Cong couldn't understand why the woman she met last night splashed dirty water on her body?

Suddenly, he thought of Ding Hui.

Is that woman Ding Hui's friend?

Is she here to avenge Ding Hui?

No, because Zhu Cong knows Ding Hui and that Ding Hui is a kind girl. Even if she abandons her, she will not revenge herself.

Zhu Cong thinks about it. He thinks that the woman he met last night is a psychopath.

Maybe this woman did have two pregnancies, two deliveries, and was abandoned by a man. As a result, her nerves were stimulated and became neuropathy.

Maybe she looks like her boyfriend, which makes her misunderstand.

"Ah

Zhu Cong sighed for a long time. He could only accept his fate. Who let him have bad luck? He looked like the ex boyfriend of the madman, and he just met the madman.

"Damn it! Lao Tzu is really in bad luck. Just as the saying goes, "if a person is in bad luck, he will have to stop his teeth when he drinks cold water."

Zhu Cong does not give up and wants to seize the life-saving straw of shimaogou.

The next evening, Zhu Cong left work five minutes early, waiting at the gate of the cultural center.

The poodle came out riding an electric car. Zhu Cong said, "wait a minute. I have something to say to you."

Shimaogou glared at Zhu Cong, ignored him and rode away on an electric car.

Zhu Cong ran after him and yelled, "I have something to say to you. Please give me five minutes. It only takes five minutes."

Shimaogou stopped the car, turned his head and said coldly: "Zhu, I didn't expect that you are still a naughty dog. Don't you understand people's words? You and I are over. No, you and I have never started. If you continue to pester me, tomorrow I will go to the leader of the cultural center to publicize your scandal. Scum like you are not qualified to work in the cultural center. "

Zhu Cong begged: "you... You must not sue me. If I'm fired by the cultural center, I'll be on the street."

"You deserve it! You scum don't deserve to live in this world. "

Shimaogou looked at Zhu Cong contemptuously and rode away on an electric car.