I really don't want to be reborn.

The next afternoon, Chen Hansheng brought his people to the New Century Electronic Equipment Factory, contacted Zhao Chunming, the deputy director of logistics, and told him his plans.

Zhao Chunming glanced at them and saw that Nie Xiaoyu was the only woman here, and she didn't look pretty. He curled his lips and said, "Why do they all look like college students?"

Chen Hansheng handed him a cigarette and helped to light it: "It's enough if they can do the job. Who cares about their status?"

Zhao Chunming had just received 1,000 yuan and two packs of cigarettes. He couldn't find fault with them now. He nodded and said, "Since Brother Chen asked, there is no problem on my side."

Chen Hansheng turned around and said to the part-time college students, "You go to the administrative building first to get familiar with the route, and go back to school in the evening. I will go out with Director Zhao to talk about something."

Zhao Chunming saw that Chen Hansheng knew the rules very well, and his face wrinkled with smile: "Brother Chen is very good at dealing with people, and his future is limitless."

"Many hands make light work, and we still need everyone's help."

Chen Hansheng was polite while driving out of the electronics factory. When he passed the gate, a burgundy sports car passed by.

Chen Hansheng took a look and saw that it was the car he had asked for directions to when school started.

Zhao Chunming seemed to be a little afraid of the sports car, or more precisely, the person driving it. He shrugged his shoulders and shrank his head.

Chen Hansheng wanted to know the identity of the woman, so he found a topic to start with: "Manager Zhao, what would you like to eat tonight?"

"How about seafood?"

Zhao Chunming said directly, his plan was to eat expensive food.

Chen Hansheng couldn't help cursing in his heart after hearing this: "Eat your damn seafood, the business of this factory is only more than 30,000 yuan a month, and I have to pay my brothers in the middle. If the seafood is a little higher, it will cost more than 10,000 yuan."

Zhao Chunming is really like what Zhong Jiancheng said, a bottomless pit, greedy and tasteless.

"Why, Mr. Chen, do you think it's expensive?"

Zhao Chunming leaned against the car window and looked at Chen Hansheng with an unchanging expression.

"Why do you think food is expensive? Just be happy."

Chen Hansheng said with a laugh.

Zhao Chunming calmed down after applying.

"However."

Chen Hansheng said seriously: "It has been scientifically proven that it is better to eat less seafood in winter, especially men, because it is not good for that aspect."

"Really?"

Zhao Chunming, a skinny middle-aged man, is most concerned about his ability in that aspect, especially now that he feels more and more powerless, so Chen Hansheng hit his G-spot with one sentence.

"Of course it's true."

Chen Hansheng was very sure: "You know the five elements, winter is cold, seafood is also cold, mixed together is cold, we men rely on the heat in the dantian, eating seafood in winter will directly extinguish it."

Seeing Zhao Chunming's expression of disbelief, Chen Hansheng coughed and said: "In addition, the main component of crab roe is polychlorinated biphenyls, which will turn into serotonin after being absorbed by the human body. This thing can turn men into noodles."

"Is it so exaggerated?"

Hearing Chen Hansheng talking about these professional terms, Zhao Chunming began to believe it. After all, there are both Chinese and Western arguments. He looked at Chen Hansheng with admiration and said: "You know all this."

Chen Hansheng said disapprovingly: "I often watch CCTV 10's Healthy Road. Do I still want to eat seafood?"

"No, no."

Zhao Chunming quickly refused. This is not a joke. How can a man turn into noodles?

But Zhao Chunming didn't want to give up: "Then we will eat seafood in the summer. The combination of cold and hot is the best for the body."

Chen Hansheng didn't say anything, wondering if you can stay in the factory until then.

However, after such a chat, because they had discussed "private" issues, the two became more "familiar". Chen Hansheng asked casually: "I saw a sports car when I went out just now. Which leader in the factory is that?"

"She is not a leader."

Zhao Chunming said with disdain: "She just relies on reincarnation. She doesn't know anything and comes to give orders blindly. She reforms and merges one after another. My salary has been cut by this little girl."

"And she is a woman?"

Chen Hansheng pretended to be surprised.

Zhao Chunming was full of resentment: "She is just a woman, and a Hong Konger, who may not even be 30."

"You are talking nonsense."

Chen Hansheng consoled: "Your factory director just messed with her like this?"

Zhao Chunming also shook his head and sighed: "There is nothing we can do. This woman is a shareholder, and the factory director is still an employee."

But Zhao Chunming felt something was wrong: "Why are you asking these questions as a courier?"

"I am curious. I am just curious."

In fact, the content of the inquiry was almost the same. Chen Hansheng smiled and said: "No more, no more, let's go to dinner."

This dinner cost more than 200 yuan. When paying the bill, Zhao Chunming took a cigarette as if nothing had happened. Chen Hansheng didn't say a word and paid the bill obediently.

Zhao Chunming saw that Chen Hansheng was very obedient, and he suggested to go for a foot massage to relax.

Chen Hansheng knew what Zhao Chunming wanted to do, so he drove him around the massage parlor near the police station.

In the end, Zhao Chunming gave in and went back to the factory with his cigarette in his pocket.

After the greedy deputy director of logistics left, Chen Hansheng suddenly threw his cigarette butt hard.

"What a bastard, you actually treat me as an ATM!"

Chen Hansheng was extremely annoyed. Eating and drinking was acceptable, but if it became a normal thing, it was insulting.

Chen Hansheng thought about it, stepped on the accelerator and came to Bainaohui Computer City on Zhujiang Road.

He walked into a store and asked, "Do you have a recorder?"

"What kind of recorder do you want? We have all kinds of grades here." The salesman said.

Chen Hansheng estimated his requirements: "A miniature recorder that can identify tones and can be carried on the body."

The salesman took out a thumb-sized machine: "338 yuan, no noise, long enough standby time, supports computer socket..."

He wanted to brag a few more words, but Chen Hansheng threw down three 100-yuan bills and took the goods and left.

"Damn, so young, so cool, so arrogant, but still bought a recorder, can't it be the FBI?"

In 2002, the first "Jason Bourne" was released, and the words FBI and CIA began to become popular in the mainland.

As for this recorder, Chen Hansheng naturally prepared it for Zhao Chunming.

This person can ask for money nakedly when they meet for the first time, and start to make endless demands when they meet for the second time.

To deal with this difficult kid, Chen Hansheng's solution is to have candy in one hand and a knife in the other.

But the candy is limited, and if it exceeds Chen Hansheng's tolerance, then he can only use the knife and gun to talk.

After leaving the computer city, Chen Hansheng was about to go back to school when someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

"Are you here to pick me up?"

Shang Yanyan was wearing a long windbreaker, which was nice-looking but thin, with a layer of black stockings wrapped around her legs. She was shivering in the cold on a winter night, bending over.

Chen Hansheng looked at her, waved his hand and said, "Get in the car."

"Okay, thank you, class monitor dad."