Chapter 1978

yacht.

On the first deck.

“。。。”

Adults look at me, I look at you, and see the helplessness and comfort in their eyes. It's also a happy thing that the younger generation is so kind to others.

For a long time.

Tang mother just hold out a sentence.

"Very good."

Otherwise.

Save it? Tang Qing can't listen.

At this time.

Tang nianer suddenly looks up.

"Wow, brother, you're hot again." Although it is far away from the coast, under the banner of "satellite WiFi", it can still access the Internet at ultra-high speed.

"What's the matter?"

。。。

"This may day, Tang Qing's company provides travel benefits for more than half of its employees, with an average of 10000 yuan for a single person."

"If you don't go this time, you can take the annual leave."

"Domestic."

"Abroad."

"You can choose."

"During the travel, accommodation, transportation, food, all company packages, and the standard is quite high. For others, only personal consumption needs to be taken care of by oneself."

“。。。”

Headlines.

Media.

News.

It's been reported on a large scale, almost sparing no effort to boast, which makes many people feel extremely depressed, even the rest is not fragrant.

"It's wonderful to hold the grass."

"Envy."

"We live on holidays."

"Brilliant."

"I feel that our company is like a fake. I'm happy if we can pay a holiday fee of 200 yuan in May Day."

"The gap!"

"Want to be quiet."

"I have a classmate in comet group. I just saw the circle of friends and I have arrived in Yangon. I think I have to shield the circle of friends for a few days."

"Ha ha!"

"So is my circle of friends."

"Must be shielded, toxic."

“+1。”

"What's more, after May 1st, Tang Qing's new welfare will be officially implemented, and the social security payment with double working years will not be envious."

"Alas! No match. "

“。。。”

For a while, the heat soared.

Envy.

Jealousy.

Hate.

Resentment.

I hate that I'm not in Tangqing's company, and the last one is to visit my boss and almost drive my employees to travel.

Some of us are still working overtime. What's more, there is no overtime pay. Think of this, and compare Tang Qing's company system - ten hour limit.

How about us?

Twelve hours is the norm.

Gap.

Why is it so big?

。。。

Looking at everyone's envy, Tang Qing's employees can't help feeling a burst of pride. Even if they are all industry elites, they have vanity and are very satisfied.

Once upon a time.

It's hard to imagine that there will be a private enterprise with such good treatment in China. Even large companies will try their best to let people stay and do more.

But what about this?

No way.

I don't want to work overtime.

To point.

Like rushing people, the work schedule is mostly based on what can be done during work. At the beginning, I felt very tired because I need to be familiar with the business.

Later.

With the improvement of business ability, I gradually get used to it.

The eight hour task, in fact, can be completed in more than six hours. The rest of the time, hold a meeting, check it and prepare for tomorrow's work.

Off duty.

Accompany your family.

Jianyi keeps fit.

Go out on a date.

All in all.

Far beyond the same kind of enterprises, my gratitude to my own boss grows day by day. Silently prayed in my heart: Tang Qing's enterprise has been thriving.

Of course.

I have to work hard myself.

Otherwise.

The company doesn't make money, what does it take to provide benefits?

。。。

Afternoon.

Four o'clock.

"Whoops!"

Looking at a small town in the distance, Vica cried. At the moment, he was clubbing a stick, his clothes were dirty, and there were many holes.

A man's clothes are in disaster.

An hour ago.

He was taken out of the minefield, then, in a car, drove for half an hour, was thrown down, let himself go to the nearest town.

Then.

The car disappeared into his view.

At that moment.

He felt that his breath was full of freedom, but because he was too hungry and his hands were soft, he found a branch and walked along the mud road with a pestle and a turn.I met a lot of Indians on the way, and they all cast sympathetic eyes on him, which was mainly too miserable. Such eyes made VEKA angry.

I'm the son of Soto's.

Money.

Potential.

Vans.

Beauty.

And the life you will never have. In the meantime, he tried to ask people to borrow a phone, but he overestimated the popularity of mobile phones here.

And the popularity of English here.

All right.

English here is also one of the official languages, but most Indians don't speak it. When they see the town, Vica is excited because there is a fixed line telephone.

"Bang!"

"Ouch."

A shop. Vica flies out.

"Pain!"

Covering his stomach, Vica's face was twisted. He had been jabbering for a long time just now. He was not allowed to make a phone call by the other side. In a hurry, he grabbed the phone.

It was beaten out.

"Can anyone speak English?"

Vica called out.

However.

All at a loss, Vica called again.

“。。。”

All right.

He gave up.

Get up.

Walking on the street, the joy of just escaping gradually dissipated. Soon, he came up with another way to find the rich in the town.

Comparatively speaking, this kind of people are more likely to speak English.

In half an hour.

"Name."

"Vica."

"Age."

“。。。”

"Nationality."

"Malaysia."

"Why did you come to India to work as a gangster?"

“。。。”

Yes, Vica is in the Bureau. Just after being called to the police by the family, the town guard will arrive in a moment. This question made Vica almost scold.

Hold the grass.

Black work?

Is your mind a little floating.

"I'm not here to work. I'm kidnapped. I want to contact my family now. You can also contact for me." Vica said.

"Yes."

Listen.

Vica was relieved.

Good.

Things are finally on the right track. In a short time, it really connected with the suto family, not its father, but the butler of the manor.

No way.

He didn't remember the number of the rest of the family, or even his own mobile phone number. There was only one family estate contact line.

Because it's easy to remember.

Otherwise.

You can only contact the embassy first.

"Who?"

"Me."

Vica wants to cry again. I miss her so much, just like yesterday.

"Master Vica?"

The voice over there has been raised a few degrees.

"It's me. I'm safe. Send someone to India to pick me up."

"Here."

There's hesitation.

"What's the matter?"

"This way.. Something's wrong. "

"Ah?"

"The one with you... I haven't caught it all the time. If you come back, you have to go to prison. Besides, there are too many things at home recently. "

Vica is a fool.

Looking forward to the stars.

Hope for the moon.

Finally, he escaped from the robbers, but now he is told: you are still hiding out, didn't wait there to say what's going on, Vica is furious.

"What's the matter? I haven't caught anyone for so long?"

Which material.

In the opposite sentence, let Vika fall like an icehouse.

"Because... The Sotos.. It may collapse. "