"It's fine. Didn't you treat all the workers in the factory to a good meal?”
"If there's nothing else, I'll go back for dinner!”
Lin Fusheng didn't have a good impression of Manager Li.
In fact, she even felt a little disgusted to say another word to him.
"Eh? Fusheng, don't be in such a hurry to leave!"
"What are we going to eat when we go back? Let's go, let's go, let's eat outside!”
"You're lucky, kid. Mr. Lou asked you to come over!”
"You have to know, even Silly Zhu doesn't have this kind of treatment!”
"By the way, did you know Mr. Lou before?”
Deputy Factory Manager Li said with a smile.
"Who is it? Mr. Lou? Lou Baicheng?" Lin Fusheng asked with a frown.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's Mr. Lou. From your tone, you know him!”
" That's good. Let's go over and have a seat…"
Deputy Factory Manager Li didn't say anything and pulled Lin Fusheng out.
Lou Baicheng was his father-in-law.
How could Lin Fusheng not know him?
However, Lou Xiao'e had always been unwilling to let her interact too much with him.
Lin Fusheng could understand.
After all, the ingredients were not good, and Lou Xiao'e was afraid of implicating herself.
However, Lin Fusheng knew that the Lou Family would be in trouble in the future.
Including Lou Xiao'e, they would all hide in Hong Kong.
Lin Fusheng had a question mark in his heart.
He married Lou Xiao'e.
If the Lou Family's matter was exposed, he would definitely be implicated.
Follow Lou Xiao'e to Hong Kong and conquer the world there?
Or should he continue to stay here and grit his teeth to endure those few years?
Lin Fusheng had no idea what to do about this.
However, it would only happen in a few years. It was unnecessary to think so much now.
As the saying went, there was always a way out. It was not too late to think of a solution when it was about to happen.
Under the enthusiastic guidance of Deputy Factory Manager Li.
Lin Fusheng came to the table where the leaders were sitting.
"Come, let me introduce you!”
"He is the chef of our canteen today. His name is Lin Fusheng, a fitter in Workshop 7…"
"Fusheng, let me introduce you. This is the famous…"
"No need!"
Before Deputy Factory Manager Li could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Lou Baicheng.
He smiled and said,"Fusheng, I didn't know you had such skills!”
"It seems that Little Er must have gained a lot of weight with you, right?”
His words were so confusing that everyone around him was confused.
She couldn't tell what the relationship between Lin Fusheng and Lou Baicheng was.
Lin Fusheng smiled and nodded." It's alright. Life is pretty good. I'm planning to have a child with Xiao 'Er!"”
"Hmm? A child? Alright then, let's put this matter on the agenda as soon as possible!”
" You don't know this, but I've been wondering why I didn't want a child for the past two years. I didn't dare to ask. Now that you've brought it up, I'm relieved…"
"Come, come, sit down and eat, sit down and eat…"
Lou Baicheng greeted with a smile.
Everyone at the table looked at Lin Fusheng in confusion.
However, none of them were stupid and could see the relationship between the two of them. It was definitely not as simple as what Lou Baicheng said, that they just knew each other…
However, no one asked anything.
He gave Lin Fusheng a seat and sat down.
A large table of people, all of them were fawning over Lou Baicheng, saying some polite words to him.
Lin Fusheng didn't say anything and just sat there eating his food.
During this time, Lou Baicheng would chat with Lin Fusheng from time to time.
He asked some confusing questions.
No one dared to interrupt at this time.
However, they didn't understand the concern between Lin Fusheng and Lou Baicheng.
It didn't mean that Xu Damao didn't know.
At a table not far away, Xu Damao was eating a steamed bun.
She would occasionally look at Lin Fusheng.
Obviously, his eyes were filled with resentment.
If it wasn't for Lin Fusheng, who had intervened in the middle and snatched Lou Xiao'e away.
The person sitting there now must be him.
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she felt. However, there was nothing she could do about Lin Fusheng.
She lowered her head and ate the food in the lunch box.
Needless to say, Lin Fusheng's craftsmanship was indeed not bad.
The chicken stewed with potatoes was getting more and more delicious, and Xu Damao couldn't help but eat two more steamed buns…
Lunch.
It ended with the satisfied voices of all the workers.
Lin Fusheng finished his meal.
He didn't spend much time with Deputy Factory Manager Li and the other leaders.
He was nothing more than a bench worker in a small workshop.
Sitting with them for a long time made her feel uncomfortable.
When he returned to the workshop, his coworkers saw Lin Fusheng.
All of them ran over and were amazed by Lin Fusheng's cooking skills.
After dealing with them, Lin Fusheng found a corner and sat down.
"System, what's the use of that Bad Luck Card?”
" Bad Luck Card: There are three grades. The strength of each grade is different, and the bad luck produced is also different. Grade 1 bad luck can cause death…"
[Usage: Write the name of the person to be used on the Bad Luck Card. It will take effect immediately. Each Bad Luck Card will be effective for three days!]
After the cold notification finished explaining.
Lin Fusheng understood.
This was a prank tool.
If he wrote down the name of anyone he disliked, that person would have bad luck in three days?
This was a good thing. It was perfect to deal with those old beasts in the courtyard house.
From now on, no matter who provoked him, he would give them a Bad Luck Card. Just thinking about it felt good…
Suddenly, Lin Fusheng thought of something.
This morning, Little Dang, Little Huai Hua, and the others were sent to the hospital.
He still didn't know how they were doing.
It seemed that after going back tonight.
First Uncle would definitely use this as an excuse to hold a meeting to criticize him.
Thinking of this, Lin Fusheng was filled with anger.
His own house was robbed, and all the responsibility fell on his head?
Obviously, these shameless people had flourished.
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