Chapter 689

I listened to her "teaching" stupidly, but suddenly I felt that how could she be so familiar with her words?

Isn't this a generous speech about boycotting Japanese cars in the new century auto sales company?

I'm a little surprised. How could my words be "sung" by this seemingly young black faced female fuel dispenser in front of me?

What's more dramatic is that she used my original words to educate me!

but I immediately found the answer in the gasman's mouth.

It can be seen that the female fuel dispenser is not deeply involved in the world. From her generous statement, she can be recognized as a patriotic youth deeply influenced by patriotism education. So I didn't resent her, but, as time went by, my business had not been finished, how could I have the heart to listen to her patriotic feelings here?

The gas man then said: "now our boss's three gas stations are carrying out the response activity of" boycott Japanese goods ". It is our station's firm principle not to help Japanese cars to refuel or provide services to Japanese. By the way, did you read the newspaper? "

"What newspaper?" I asked

"A few days ago, several newspaper media reported one thing," said the oiler. It's said that there was a patriotic youth who had a fierce conflict with a Japanese in the new century automobile sales company. This patriotic youth smashed his Toyota Crown car with practical actions, saying that he would not buy Japanese goods from now on. He also gave many examples. Anyway, our boss happened to pass by that day and witnessed it with his own eyes. After coming back, our boss was deeply inspired, so he drafted a material for boycotting Japanese goods and prepared to carry forward this patriotic spirit "

I understood the truth. I dare to say that my actions that day really edified many patriots.

It's a pity that what I'm facing today is just like lifting a stone and smashing my foot.

I was almost speechless and dropped my head.

But in fact, I didn't regret that day's action. Although I was hit on my foot today, it hurt only by myself.

The oiler saw that I was obediently listening to her "teaching", but she became more and more impassioned. She criticized me imperceptibly. I didn't argue, but I just laughed bitterly in my heart.

I can't add gas, but I can only continue to look for gas stations.

But where am I going to find a cart?

I think it's embarrassing today. I thought it would save a lot of time to borrow a car and drive it, especially to drive a sister's car and avoid a lot of troubles. But the reality has proved that it's just adding fuel to the fire!

sometimes, you have to believe in the power of money. Just under the so-called reward, there must be brave men. If there are two young and strong men, I asked them to help the cart.

With a heavy body, under the thrust of two strong men, Honda left the "boycott of Japanese goods" gas station and went to another small gas station.

However, when I got to this small gas station, I couldn't help but wonder: what kind of gas station is this? It's just a black workshop. There is not even a computer fuel dispenser here, selling gasoline and diesel in the most primitive way. There are several abandoned oil tanks and two or three small oily scales at the door. They are the most advanced equipment in this gas station.

I don't understand. What time is it? How can such backward gas stations survive? Will the state allow the operation?

It's incredible.

But now, do I have the right to choose a gas station?

I talked with the owner of a small gas station. The owner said that it's necessary to deflate the gas to add fuel. That's good for the car. I didn't say anything. I urged the boss to finish the fight as soon as possible. I was still waiting for the way.

He took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he realized that open fire was strictly prohibited in the gas station. Just as I was about to return the smoke to the cigarette box, the gas station owner smiled at me and said: "smoke it, we don't have so many rules here, just pay attention! Here, we buy directly from the oil factory, so we don't need too much equipment cost, so the oil price is low, the oil quality is good, so you can rest assured that you can refuel here --" the boss boasted while using the big oil stains He stroked his oily forehead.

But I still don't dare to smoke. I dare not take such a risk.

I watched the vehicles and pedestrians at the intersection of the gas station warily, for fear that they would make trouble again in this emergency. You know, now all over Beijing are people arranged by Fu Shikun to look for me. If I was a little careless, I would become a turtle in a jar again.

Fortunately, the boss's skill is pretty good. He didn't give much time. He has trimmed the car neatly and said he can refuel.

I gave the boss three hundred yuan and asked him to add three hundred yuan of oil for me. The boss took the money and called out a stupid young man (I don't know if he was a relative of the boss or a hired helper), started pumping oil from the big bucket into a small bucket, weighed it and began to fill the tank of the Honda car.

In this process, I've been thinking about Youmeng, so I didn't care much, until I was about to get into the cab after the oil filling, when I suddenly found out that the God played a big joke on Zhao long again!

to be exact, at this moment, I felt that the God seemed to deliberately toss me and deliberately didn't let me see Youmeng.

That stupid kid, the oil he added to me wasn't gasoline, but diesel!!!

when I was going to get into the cab, I just smelled something wrong. Looking at the big oil barrel beside me, I went to smell it. I couldn't help frowning and asked the guy, "did you add the wrong oil?"

"It's impossible, absolutely impossible," said the young man, shaking his head in a Shanxi accent. Can I make that mistake? I've been cheering for months. "

The gas station owner also came out of the house at this time. Seeing this, he asked the stupid gas man, "what's the matter?"

I feel the blood in my brain is constantly rippling upward. I gently walk to the oil tank, suppress my impulse, and force myself to say to the boss in a friendly tone: "I think it's the wrong oil?"

The boss took two breaths gently with his nose. His face was stiff. He glanced at the refuelling boy and asked him, "what's the matter? How can I add diesel? You fucking got kicked in the head by a donkey? "

Before the young man could argue, the boss put out a paw of the bus, slapped him on the back of the head, and then flew over again.

The young man didn't have the strength to fight back. He just begged for forgiveness: "don't fight. Don't beat the boss. I'm wrong. I know I'm wrong!"

the boss scolded: "what's the use of farting when I know I'm wrong? You - how many mistakes have you made so far? Last time you refueled the customer, you added the wrong model. This time, it's better. You can't even separate gasoline from diesel. Can gasoline drink diesel? Just like you, you should drink water, but let you drink urine, can you digest it - "

I also follow the blush: what's the metaphor? This boss is too - too that, right?

Seeing the boss slapping the young man's head angrily, he wished he could be killed. I immediately felt pity and advised the boss: "forget it, it's out of the question. It's no use beating him and scolding him. Now hurry up and get it for me. I'll be on my way. "

Who knows that the boss is still endlessly scolding the oiler, but the oiler is also honest, with his head down, and he is allowed to scold and beat.

The more the boss scolded, the more generous he was. A photon in his ear passed by, making a loud noise. There was a five finger red mark on the young man's face, and tears rolled in his eyes.

But the boss still didn't give up, and the Refueller continued to scold: "shit, I'll take care of you. I'll pay you six or seven hundred a month to come here and help you. You'll do well. You'll poke the basket for me all day. What do you say you can do? Apart from eating, you can pull. Now, get out of my way and go back to your hometown in Shanxi! "

the young man begged wrongly:" boss, goodbye, next time I will pay attention, I will pay attention. ". Would you mind not driving me away? "

The boss frowned. "No, I've given you a lot of opportunities. Let's go. You are not suitable for working outside. Go home honestly and plant your one acre land. When you are a farmer, you can't make any mistakes. In your whole life, that's what happened. "

The young man continued to beg, "boss, don't, don't drive me away."

The boss said angrily, "go in and pack up. I'll buy you a train ticket and go home later. It's a relief for you and a relief for me. "

Young man: "..."

Listening to the conversation between the master and the servant, I was a little impatient. I clapped the boss on the shoulder and continued to urge him: "let your internal affairs go first, get my car ready first, and I'll wait for the way."

But the boss didn't turn his attention to me. He still scolded the young man in his own way. The young man couldn't bear it at last. He took off his coat and shouted to the boss, "I'm fed up with it too. OK, I'll go and ask my sister-in-law to pay me. I have three months left." His lips were shaking, thousands of grievances, and at this moment they all let out.

The boss took a cigarette in his mouth and sneered at himself: "always poke the basket for me and want to get paid? Like your intelligence, you are stupid. If you live or eat, you will be taken care of. I'll take a step back and buy you a train ticket, and you'll get out of here! "

the young man burst into tears:" you have to pay me, not pay me, I don't even have money to buy things at home. ". My mother is still counting on me to work and earn money to marry my wife. "

The boss scolded: "it's none of my business to marry your daughter-in-law? You're the only one who counsels me to marry a daughter-in-law? No one cares about you! "