I am an auto mechanic and have been working in a car repair shop for two years.
Once an old customer Mr. Wang drove his BMW to our dealership for repair, our boss laughed and served tea and water, and he was very attentive. President Wang said that he was very busy at home now, and he ordered the boss to deliver it to his mansion directly after the car was repaired. The boss’s head must be like a chicken peck.
A few hours later, the car was repaired. The boss gave me Mr. Wang’s address and told me to do it. I was embarrassed to say, “Boss, I haven’t eaten lunch yet!” The boss glared and said, “Is Mr. Wang’s business important or is it important for you to eat? It happens that I have a few washed radishes here, you fill it in first. Belly.” He said and stuffed me the radish. Our boss is from the countryside. Since childhood, he likes to eat radish for rice, but can this stuff fill his stomach?
I drove Mr. Wang’s BMW to the gate of the residential area where he lived. Before turning on the horn, the electric door opened slowly. I drove in, and the security guard standing in front of the community saluted me respectfully in the cab. I was at a loss and instinctively paid a salute, but when I saw the horror on his face, I had an indescribable pleasure in my heart.
I parked the car downstairs in the home of President Wang and was about to open the door. A beautiful girl from the property company had opened the door for me first, and blocked it on the top of the door with my hand to prevent me from hitting my head. I walked off the car proudly and felt refreshed. The bamboo and cypress trees in the community are green and lush, and the pavilions and parks and small bridges are flowing, as if they have reached the Suzhou gardens. I really hate myself for living in this wealthy area!
Forget it, don’t dream in daylight! I took out my mobile phone and called Mr. Wang, and asked him to go downstairs to inspect the car.
When President Wang was hungry, I groaned, so I took out the radish from my boss and gnawed two times. I cursed in my heart: “The radish from the boss is bitter and astringent, and it’s really unpalatable.” I bite I couldn’t swallow a few bites and spit the radish in my mouth on the ground. “I’m sorry sir, bother, can we clean up the ground?” At this time, a man and a woman and two property staff came over and said to me politely. “As you please!” I waved my hand and felt like a rich man. They quickly cleaned up the radishes I vomited, and the female property staff glanced at me enviously. The two did not go far, and heard the woman say to the man: “This rich man is different from us! When can we eat ginseng as a carrot, and we will be content in this life.”
I am speechless.