3. Lost
Lost.
I’m afraid I’ve been married to high-value people.
Early the next morning, the army rose up.
We met first at the company, and Li drove us to the airport.
I used to say that a woman could run a heavy camp, and I was really open that day.
It’s just four people, and I’ve got 180 pounds of luggage, and I’ve been looking in the trunk of an eye model during the security check.
What water creams, pink-skinned mascara, face-washing sunscreen, bottle jars and tints, clothes in two boxes, shoes in a dozen pairs.
I said, “Grandma, you’re going to work, not move, we’re going to have to bring something.”
I’ve got a lot to live with.
I looked black and I didn’t say anything.
I took a look at the dancers and Sonhana and went nowhere, just like the refugees.
It’s hard to finish the shipment. We’re stuck on the plane.
The food processing plant is in a small city in the south, where there is no airport. We’re from Long Sand.
We’ll meet at the airport as planned.
I recognized the director of the plant as soon as I arrived at the gate.
It wasn’t my eyes, it was because the director was so high-profile that day.
The director of the factory covered his body with wrinkles and a little red hat on his head. It’s obvious, even worse, that the director was followed by two young men who had bannered.
The banner is too visible, and it’s two and a half metres wide and white on the red, and it says, “Welcome Beijing Chief to the food processing plant.”
The two young men picked one with two poles, and they were all presented in full as if they could not be seen.
My head was buzzing.
I pretended to go outside without seeing it. I didn’t want people to see me like I was crazy.
I told the models to go, go, go.
I’m ashamed.
I was just trying to get away, and the director of the factory was looking at me, and he jumped at me, and he jumped at me, and he was shaking my hand, and he was screaming, and the chief of Beijing was here.
I’m so excited that I’ve got the creeps.
The director of the factory said, “Hi, Chief.
I said to my face, brother, I’m not the head, you’re too high-profile.
The director of the factory said that it should have been, and that we would have put a firecracker on it.
I looked back at the door, and the two black boys were waiting outside with a 5,000-pound red skin.
I’m not ashamed of myself again, thanks to airport security.
The banner was too bright, and everyone in and out of the airport looked at us, and I pushed the director to say, “Big brother, the road is far away.”
The director of the factory came back to the gods and said, yes, in our car.
She looked at the three of them in the back of my head, and she was so white.
It’s just another snuff in my mouth, and I can’t help but whisper.
We got two Mercedes commercials. I can see it’s pretty expensive.
According to the director of the factory, it would take three hours from here to their place, and the director of the factory had no further psychosis on the way to tell me about the business history.
The plant was first opened from a small hill village and belonged to a village business.
According to the director of the factory, the village had been an ancestor for 200 years, the first of them being the southerners of the late Ming Dynasty, who had moved here to escape the war.
Most of the people in the village had the name Wu, with their relatives and little outsiders.
The whole flower replica.
A few years ago, the village was also known as a city-wide poor village, where the people of the village lived on the mountain for decades, where their families made money by cutting trees from the mountain and selling wood, and then the City Forestry Authority wrote about the natural forest conservation project and said they would not cut it.
Looks like the whole village lost camp.
The Director said that thanks to the blessing of the old family, Wu had left a smoke on his grave, and that he had left a university student in such a bad place.
The university students had a conscience and had been out for several years to earn some money and returned to the village with the money to find a way to live.
Several village-wide students were counted and university students found a way to live.
Village people make a little cake, and family members make a little gratuity for the holidays.
The university students built a small workshop in the village, tried to do it, went out and sold the cake, didn’t expect the cake to be sold out, the feedback was good, and the supply was not enough.
First sold at the commissary in the township, then moved to the surrounding county, then entered the city, and then the larger, in a few short years, became a snack processing plant covering the entire country.
When the sale was big, the university students bought land in the city, built new factories, and looked like the city’s famous business, and the whole village sold the cupcakes, which was the home.
The whole classic case of poverty eradication.
The more excited the director said that the university director was a genius who had lived in the world for 300 years, a great talent in the business community for a thousand years, and an eternal beacon of guidance in Wu Kamura.
I watched their boss blow up.
I can hear it all.
I know that private companies love to put their authority above business organizations and that absolute orders are absolutely in line with that.
To be honest, it’s Pua.
I think he’s a pretty good college director. He’s an old PUA.
I’m just listening to it, and I feel like I’m turning and I stop.
The driver suddenly turned his head and yelled at the director of the factory.
I watched two Mercedes commercials go into a factory on the national road.
I asked the driver who was the manager.
The driver looked at me like a fool and pointed at the director of the factory and said, “This is our manager.”
I watched the director of the factory and said, “Are you not the director of the factory?”
I’m the director of the factory.
How come you’re the manager again?
I’m the director of the factory, the director of the factory, and you know that we’re a village company, and these two years of rapid expansion, management can’t keep up, and I can’t do it.
He blew himself all the way!
What 300-year-old geniuses, a thousand-year-old genius in business, and a guiding light for Wu Kamura, all of himself!
It’s narcissistic.
I didn’t say anything.
The director and director of the factory are not ashamed to take us to the factory, saying that we should get down from here and have lunch, and we should go to the old factory for a second interview this afternoon.
I was in the middle of something, and I was wondering how your old factory was in a ditch, and you were in a ditch, and you were the manager.
The director of the plant seems to have received us as heads, first taking us around the factory.
I can see that the factory is really good.
We ran around the factory, and the van came in and out five or six times, and the cargo was shipped in boxes.
I looked into the car and I thought the cargo was overloaded.
The plant was of a very small size, with five production workshops, all of which were run-water production, one worker and one pit, for a total of 100 people.
The narcissistic narcissistic plant came to the workshop and shouted, comrades, the chief of Beijing is here.
A hundred people just fell into the air like robots, heard the factory director drink, dropped off his work, flattened his hand, raised his hand, the factory director waved, and a hundred people stopped.
A restraining order.
The hundred people looked up, none of them looked at me, and the little eyes were all on models, dancers and Sonhana.
Models can’t see fit, tell me secretly, Chenka, they look at people like that.
I mean, I don’t think I’ve seen any of you.
I’m a little puffy.
They don’t look like they’re looking at a leader. They’re a gruesome, picky, picky, picky, picky, picky, pig-sucking.
I’m grunting in my heart, and the director of the narcissistic plant says, “Hey, chief, this lunch is ready. Let’s eat first.
The cafeteria is in a small yard at the back of the workshop, a single room. I looked up and looked at them, and I looked at them all.
The director said, Chief, don’t look at my table. You can’t eat in Beijing.
It’s hard to think.
Especially delicious is a yellow bug.
The bug says it’s bigger than a maggots, it’s smaller than a larvae, it’s a fried plate, and it’s a bit greasy.
I’m not scared.
I’ve been walking south for years, cold, and I’ve got one that I can’t say is delicious, but there’s no weird smell, and it’s like a butter burst in my mouth, and it smells like a little sweet.
Cain and I ate one of their factory cupcakes.
Models, dancers and Sonhana were afraid to lay down chopsticks at first, but they didn’t stop after eating.
The director of the narcissistic narcissistic plant said that the insect is their specialty called the Gold Bug, which is a high-protein food. Don’t look at your town as nothing else, but you’ve never seen it.
The narcissistic narcissistic plant looks like it’s going to blow again, and I’m not talking.
Finally, two more bottles of wine were opened, and an earthly combination was made.
I’ve got a drink.
Dancers and Sonhana look like old hands and know that the director of this factory, who is no longer in his position, is the god of money, and that he is as happy as his grandson.
The model sits on his own.
I tried to model, whisper, but I didn’t have a job. Look at these guys.
The model said, “Damn, I think the manager is worse than the bug. I can’t make the money.
I said yes, I’ll tell the director later, but it’s enough for the two of you to come back with me.
To be honest, I don’t know why. I don’t want models involved.
The director of the narcissistic narcissistic hysteria said, “We’re brothers on all sides of the world, the Great Lakes convulsions and the luxurious.
I haven’t got a tail yet, the driver comes in, says to the manager, the car’s oiled. Let’s take these three to the mountain.
That’s a little loud. Everyone in the house got it.
I look at the model, the dancer, Sonhana, and I count one, two, three.
I asked the manager what three items he was talking about.
First he smiled at me, and then he jumped out of his chair and yelled at the driver, the cargo.
After yelling at the driver and laughing at me, Chen, he made you laugh.
The driver also seemed to know that he had said the wrong thing and kept his head down.
When the narcissistic director yells, it’s the past.
But I’m still a little restless, and I always think the driver doesn’t sound confused.
We’re still driving those two Mercedes commercial mountains, and the old factory says they’re all in one city, but it’s a long way to go, and it looks like we’ve been on the highway for more than 40 minutes, then we’ve been in the mountains and we’ve been walking around the dirt road.
Without the signpost, I was completely lost, and I saw the signal on the starter getting weaker.
I’m starting to get restless again.
The view outside the car is really nice, and the southern mountains are less luxurious than the northern ones, and there’s a little bit of air, and a Casterian mountain is standing outside the window, and I’m like a land canoe.
On the way, instead of having another narcissistic disease, the director of the company started blowing me again, saying that he could do the village business on a scale of 10 fingers or more in China.
I’ve been listening for a couple of hours, and I count the time, and I’ve been walking around the mountains for two hours, and I’ve been stuck in a small village.
The narcissistic director said their village had arrived.
I’m a little obsessed with this road, and I’ll look down.
Indeed, as the manager of the factory said, it was his choice to escape the fighting, except for mountains or mountains, where we had designated no one to lead.
It’s born with hidden nature.
I found something wrong in the village.
We get off and look back.
We’ve got three vans, one to the spot, eight or nine boys in each of the three cars, bringing together 30 people.
I was wondering why you brought so many people.
The manager laughed and said that we had dinner at night and that you northerners were drunk, and I had to guard against you.
That’s a bad thing to say. It’s not a business offer for 30 people.
Besides, these guys are black, their arms are as big as a stick, they look like labour, they don’t look like company.
Me and the model looked at each other, and I was a little uncomfortable.
The boys don’t greet us, they don’t come back to the village, they’re gone.
It’s quite a passion for the director to get out of the car and drag us into the village.
The village of Wu is different from the village of the poor.
When I entered the village, I saw five or six doors, and I could see it in the eye, and the door was either blessed by heaven, or blessed by the words before me, and a little ink on my ancestors.
The director of the narcissistic plant said that his family of six had built their houses from the gate to the interior, each with their own heads of land, and that their ancestors, who were from the Gangnam clan, had to be considered, as was the case with the so-called donkeys.
The most visible building in the village is the Hall of Wu, and we looked at it.
The entrance saw a perimeter around the outer perimeter, surrounded by a pond on one side, with a small stone bridge at its head, which allowed access to the main hall.
This time, the director of the narcissistic narcissistic organization did not let in, saying that the Wu family hall was closed.
If you like, we’re out of the yard.
And when I was gone, I looked at the house, and the green water was around the black guacamole, and it was so dark that I couldn’t tell, and I had a little smell of smell, and I didn’t know where it came from.
We turned around the village with the head of the narcissistic plant, barely seeing any young people.
The director said that since the factory had been set up, few young people in the village had followed them to the factory to make money and left the old things behind.
I can’t believe it. All the old ladies in the village leaning on the door.
Maybe the three gods I brought were so obscurantistic, they were all staring at models, dancers and Sonhana.
The dancers were unsatisfied and whispered at the old man.
I don’t know if it’s a delusion, but I always think these old ladies look a little bit weird, and they look so cold, they say that they’re all so cool, and they’re brushing up, and it doesn’t feel like they’re looking at people, like they’re looking at something…
The models are so uncomfortable, they tell me, “Tenga, let’s go tomorrow. They’re people I always think are weird.
I’m worried, noding. We’re leaving early tomorrow morning. We can’t take those two.
I’m a soft-hearted man and I’m afraid of trouble, and I look at the opportunity to call the dancers and Sonhana aside and say that I look at the village as if it’s a bit of an evil thing.
I’ve been very kind, and I don’t care.
Song Ha Na-chul said, “It’s a good place for you, Mr. Chen, you don’t know, but I’m probably the second plum plum.
And the dancers were dragged to say, “Yes, it’s 100 grand a month. It’s like a public holiday.
All right, you plums are second, you travel in public, and you’re tough.
I didn’t say anything.
I don’t think it’s too early. Ask the manager where we are.
The narcissistic director said it was coming.
Watching the head of the narcissistic plant leading us to the first door in the east of the village, the head of the narcissistic plant said that we were interviewing here.
I don’t think there’s any way to cover up here.
The manager pointed down the door and said the owner was here.
When I looked, an old lady was sitting on the door.
The old lady doesn’t know how old she is, and she’s got a long face, and she’s holding a dirty black cat with her hands like two dead branches. The old lady’s ticking the black cat, scrambling the fleas, like a cannon.
When the black cat sees us, it’s like a owl with a tooth, like a dog.
The owner of the narcissistic factory walked two steps forward and said with one face and respect, Grandma Wu, we’re in the village factory, and I’ve hired three more from outside this year.
The old lady didn’t say anything. Keep her head down and get the cat lice.
I asked the director of the narcissistic plant, who is this old lady?
The narcissistic director said the old lady was an old birthday girl in their village, which was 99 years old.
Although the old lady later passed on her hand, the family learned to make the cake, the same thing, and the other one couldn’t make it, which was the best cake she ever made.
The narcissistic brain of the old lady is so bright that she’s left behind that she bought the recipe from the old lady at a very high price when she started the business.
I don’t believe a bad old lady can do anything high-tech.
The owner of the narcissistic factory smiled and said we couldn’t tell you about our life.
Mysterious. Give me the Gocon Mings.
Seeing the old lady, the head of the narcissistic factory said to the driver behind him, “Take some cash.”
The driver carried a little bag with a drum bag and opened it with a little cash. I can see a million pieces.
The narcissistic director put the money under the feet of the old lady, who raised her head and turned her eyes to the centre of her eyes.
The wife’s a cash-for-nothing.
The old lady says, “Oh, Little Wu, get the goods to the factory.”
The old lady’s voice is a bit dumb, but it’s clear.
I’m starting to murmur again. I’ve brought people to the job. They’re always good.
I’m feeling a little restless, and the model snuck back and left the dancer and Sonhana in front.
The old lady pointed at the dancer and said I’d watch her first.
The dancers may be looking at the old lady as a ticker and a cat, standing still.
The old lady pointed at the dancer and said, “Go ahead, my daughter. I can’t see well.”
The director told the dancers you stood up.
The dancers frowned and took a step forward.
Then the old lady came up and fell down on the neck of a dancer and breathed like an old pervert.
It’s a little sudden, it scares the dancers enough to scream you out.
The old lady didn’t say anything and then sat back on the Maza, with her eyes on him for two or three seconds.
The dancer’s mad at me. Use your mother. You’re a fucking pervert.
The narcissistic director said, “Don’t worry about your daughter. You’re hired by the factory. The down payment is $50,000. We’ve got a bad signal.
The driver opened the bag with five bucks of cash and stuffed it to the dancers.
The money’s good.
Dancers shut their mouths with money.
The next one is Sonhana, and the old lady went up and smelled like a pervert.
I think Songhana’s standing there is making the old lady sick.
The director of the narcissistic narcissistic plant also operates at $50,000 to Songhana.
It’s the model’s turn. The model’s not moving.
I told the director of the narcissistic factory, let’s talk.
The manager moved away from me and said, “Chief, what’s going on?”
I said, “Man, that’s it. We had a three-or-two contract. Now the two of us have a deal.
I don’t know what I’m talking about, and I can’t tell you.
I’m not finished yet. The manager says, “Chief, I don’t want to hear you. I’m looking at these three girls. I want to stay.
I don’t know what I’m talking about, and I’m laughing at my face, and it’s not about money.
The manager said, “What’s the water?
What I want to say is that the driver behind the narcissistic narcissistic factory suddenly came up and said, “What’s going on?”
I watched them show up, and I lost the courtesy of the road.
I looked at the two men with a bad mouth, and I looked behind me, and a few men appeared from a short distance with sticks in their hands, all of the young men who had drawn them from the van, and looked at me as they were about to make a circle.
I’ve only come back now, and these boys are no match for a narcissistic boss!
Look at this, I’m afraid I’m in trouble. I’m just kidding. I want to stay here for a few days. I don’t know if I’m staying.
Modeling, the narcissistic narcissistic plant director showed up with a smile and said, “Right, we’re so well-paid. Where are you going to find this job?
The driver grunted, and said, “Don’t be ridiculous.
The model came up to her face and she smelled at the model, and the dry-brained head started to light up, and said to the manager, “This girl is the best girl. I think she’s the best girl in three.
I see the manager and the driver look like a weasel to the chicken, and the eyes are green.
I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve touched the look of a model, and we all know that we can’t run.
I don’t know.
It was dark when the interview was over, and the narcissistic director seemed happy, saying we could arrange another dinner tonight.
Me and the models, they’re right behind us. Nobody says no.
The manager led us to the canteen and the driver watched us at the end.
Let me know if the model’s in there.
I did not speak, I watched the surrounding terrain, and I snuck a peek. The building was a small dirt road west of the house, straight through the village entrance, and I wrote down this back road.
I snuck up on the eyephone. It’s a bad place.
The model says, “Changa, I read a novel the other day about human trafficking in women.
I whispered a little bit.
The place for dinner was a three-storey yard, where the cafeteria was in a two-storey yard, where there was an old sorghum tree with a long teeth and claws, and where the narcissistic factory director put a table from under the scallop, and shortly after someone brought the dishes.
This meal is not at all comfortable. The director of the narcissistic narcissistic factory just showed up in an awkward mood, and I sat with the model and said nothing.
The food is also a mountain groceries, fried acupuncture, chicken stew, mushroom soup.
These things are fresh for the first time, but they smell like dirt in their mouths two times a day, and nobody moves chopsticks.
The model whispered, “Changa, the manager of the factory is a native, you know?
I stepped on a model and didn’t say anything.
Instead, there’s another bowl of unnamed yellow bugs on the table, and they’ll be a hit.
The insect is overfoiled, gold and yellow, and it’s the same entrance, and it’s odious and fragrance.
I’ve never eaten anything good, but this bug is so delicious, you can eat the first one, you can eat the second one, you can’t put it away.
All the people at the table were pushing towards the insect, looking at it and cleaning it up.
The factory director told the chef to go three times, and then he ate it clean.
Dancers and Songhana are like two fools, and eat and say, “This is nature’s magic, and every one of them has the fragrance of dirt.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
The narcissistic director might have wanted to ease the atmosphere by having the driver take two more bottles of wine and run for us.
I don’t know what’s going on, but since the old lady said the model was the best of the three, the director of the narcissistic narcissistic plant focused on the model, with his eyes on the model alone, and asked the model if he was happy with the situation at the plant, and asked the model if the down payment was too small to advance.
The manager is alive and licking a dog.
I’m a little curious about what the director is doing around the model.
If it’s color, it’s pure passion.
If it’s for human trafficking, it’s been in the village for half a day.
And there’s a big factory there that’s obviously more profitable than human trafficking.
I don’t know what kind of high-end game the manager’s playing.
Dancers and Songhana look at the models jealously while eating insects, and think they’re lucky and let the narcissistic director see them.
The model didn’t say anything.
The director of the narcissistic narcissistic plant, who looks at the mood, says to the model, “Come on, we’ll be colleagues. I’ll drink to you as an old colleague.”
Models are tough, cups are on the table.
The driver said to the model, “Are you fucking deaf?
The Emperor is in no hurry. The eunuchs are in no hurry.
The model wasn’t a good temper. He looked up to the driver and didn’t move.
As soon as the driver looked at the model, he got strong and pulled the model and said, “Hey, you, are you deaf?”
The driver looked bigger than me, and he pulled the model and almost fell off the chair.
The model looked up and said, “Don’t you fucking touch me.”
The driver said, “Damn it, you’re a real city figure and you’re going to have to listen to our manager if you don’t have any use tonight.
I can’t believe it.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
