Annoying Zhao Gongzi

Today I was accused of being a useless man, a forbidden plaything that can only be attached to Mr. Zhao, a poor wretch who has never seen the sun.

I seriously refuted the other party.First, I tried my best to save Mr. Zhao's grades in school, and even tried to throw the answers to him in the exam. He overslept and didn't finish copying the answers. This is his problem.Second, I’m not a poor plaything that doesn’t see the light of day, at least I’m not a poor guy who doesn’t see the light of day. Every year on my birthday, Mr. Zhao must be known in the whole city to ensure that I will be on the front page of the newspaper. (Only in my heart) Seriously, there are times every year when I want to assassinate Mr. Zhao (I dare not say it)

The other party was a little caught off guard, and asked me what skills I had and what I lived on.

I thought about it seriously, translating foreign books, contributing articles and writing editorials, taking a foreign literature class every week in the school, being a clerk in the internal affairs department of the central foreign bank, and a librarian in the city, that's all I did this year.

The other party said that I am not good enough for Mr. Zhao.

I'm not happy about this, I'm not good enough for Mr. Zhao's idiot?Mr. Zhao, he still can't even write his own foreign name completely silently.

I got it for him, Nicholas Spielberg.

And I am more casual about my foreign name, which is Joey.

Even if I don't love Mr. Zhao, I still have such sincerity and respect for him.

Mr. Zhao has never read his foreign name carefully. If he read it carefully, he will definitely find that the truth of the world is that seeing is believing, and the full name is really easy to remember.

That's why I hate Mr. Zhao, always ignoring other people's good intentions.

Mr. Zhao came home very late and asked, "Did Jin Xian'er come to look for you?"

I said: "Yeah."

Mr. Zhao asked me angrily: "What did you tell him? He didn't sing well all afternoon and forced me to recite your foreign name!"

I asked, "Have you recited it?"

Mr. Zhao: "Back your mother!"

I don't quarrel with him, I practice Tai Chi quietly.

Mr. Zhao sat next to him, watched for an hour, and scolded me for an hour.

I suggested to him during my break: "Why don't you mop the floor?"

Mr. Zhao stared at him: "I still have to clean the floor?! Don't make trouble for nothing! Just beat Jin Xian'er if he troubles you! Why do you trouble me every time!"

Why should I beat Jin Xian'er?Every time Jin Xian'er came to see me, she would bring gifts, such as different original foreign documents, or foreign chocolates, or particularly interesting novelties, or perfumes.Jin Xian'er also wants to chat with me, ask about foreign dramas, and talk about domestic classics.I always had a pleasant conversation with him before he tried to irritate me.Many times, I think that Jin Xian'er is more friendly than Mr. Zhao. Jin Xian'er's soul is interesting. If there is no Mr. Zhao, Jin Xian'er's soul will always be interesting. Maybe I will have a relationship with him. Romantic love.

Mr. Zhao rolled up his coat and threw it at me: "Fuck me! I will beat him to death tomorrow!"

I suggested to him: "You should clean the floor, your father's house is going to hold a dance, so I borrowed the servant."

Mr. Zhao accused me: "Why don't you wipe it?"

I asked: "Then you wipe it off?"

Mr. Zhao: "Don't wipe!"

I was very happy and said: "Then I will ask someone to wipe it."

Mr. Zhao asked me: "Who do you want to wipe? Adjutant Wang's brother?"

I told him again: "Mr. Wang has opened a new type of company, which can hire servants to provide short-term services."

Mr. Zhao: "Is the one surnamed Wang coming?"

I said: "I hired a servant, he is the manager of the company."

Mr. Zhao: "Then go and invite me."

So I called Mr. Wang and happily invited him to come over and clean the floor.

Master Zhao scolded me for another quarter of an hour.

Mr. Wang came in a hurry, but Mr. Zhao stopped him at the door: "Where is the servant?"

Mr. Wang explained earnestly: "The workers are on strike today. I was afraid Mr. Zhao would be waiting impatiently, so I came here in person, and I dare not neglect."

Mr. Zhao said: "You are a manager, and you are overqualified. You don't need to do it. I will invite you to dance with your brother later."

Mr. Wang: "It's okay, it's okay."

Mr. Zhao could not help but invite him back.

The floor always needs to be wiped, so I have to do it.

I hate Mr. Zhao.

After I wiped the floor of the bedroom, Mr. Zhao came out to take a look after taking a shower, and then he yelled: "I told you to dry it a little bit! It's so wet, the wooden floor will be damaged, you have a fucking graduation certificate, it's useless!" , won’t even wipe the floor!”

I said: "I have a diploma to find a job, and I can hire a servant for my salary."

Mr. Zhao sneered: "The servants are on strike."

I said: "Why don't you demonstrate how to wipe the floor."

Mr. Zhao sneered: "Wipe your fart, go to sleep."

I hate Mr. Zhao.

I was half asleep when I was woken up, Mr. Zhao had disappeared.

I got up and went to the living room, and saw Mr. Zhao mopping the floor, which was dripping wet.

I asked him: "Won't the wooden floor break?"

He said: "Roll, I don't see the water! You are blind!"

Mr. Zhao became more and more annoying.

I said: "Don't wipe it, Aunt Wang will come back tomorrow and ask her to wipe it."

Mr. Zhao: "She's not coming back. My father just called and said that she is smarter and more diligent than his servants. I won't return it."

Mr. Zhao often robs his son of his servants like this, and the cook and housekeeper of Mr. Zhao’s and I disappeared like this.

I said: "Then ask Mr. Wang to help find a servant to come back. Jin Xian'er will come to the house tomorrow, so let's ask him for help first."

Mr. Zhao sneered: "He will wipe the floor like an ass, and ruined my floor."

I said, "He does, he fixes faucets and tape recorders."

Mr. Zhao came to pinch my neck again: "What the hell did you two do behind my back?!"

I said, "Nothing."

Mr. Zhao yelled at me: "I will never allow him to come again!"

Mr. Zhao, I hate it.