He Yaolong knew the ending the moment he entered the office.

But he was unwilling to give up.

He can get hundreds of thousands of salary every year at Jinmeng Technology. If he is fired, where can he find such a fat man?

Without the background of Jinmeng Technology, Tianding Company will definitely not take him in. Other companies will be even more afraid of his bad deeds of "selling his owners for honor" and will never ask for it.

Once fired, He Yaolong will be finished in this job.

For this reason, he knelt down with a shameless face and said, "Manager Cheng, I know I'm wrong. I will correct it. Please don't drive me away."

Cheng Hai sneered three times, "You still have the face to stay? As soon as I saw you, I remembered Jiang Mo's death. It is already the greatest kindness to ask you to get out. Do you want me to do you?"

"No, don't."

He Yaolong quickly stood up and retreated, "Manager Cheng, I understand, I'll leave now."

He flashed and left, He Jiaming followed closely behind, and the two fled from Jimeng Technology one by one.

Cheng Hai 'spoiled' and cursed: "This is a scumbag!"

Jiang Ce smiled. He didn't expect that Cheng Hai was old and had a very bad temper. After some comfort, he temporarily left the Jinmeng Technology Building.

After coming out, Jiang Ce was calm and composed.

Panhui Jinmeng Technology has allowed Cheng Hai to successfully take the position of general manager and pay off the huge debts. Now Jiang Ce can finally feel a little comfort.

In the next few days, under Cheng Hai's management, Jinmeng Technology became more and more formal, and took on big orders and flourished.

On that day, while the sun was bright, Jiang Ce walked along the roadside.

While enjoying the scenery, relax.

Continuous labor and fatigue will not be able to bear it even if it is iron-clad.

As he walked, he saw a lot of people surrounding the roadside. When he walked over and looked carefully, he found that it was a snack stall, barbecue, fried skewers, and spicy hot pot, which were the most common street snacks.

The stall owner is a little interesting. He is a middle-aged man with only one arm. He is tall and mighty, and his cheeks are as handsome as a knife carving.

Sitting next to him was a little girl of five or six years old, holding a story book with pictures and watching. She should be the daughter of the stall owner.

Although the stall owner only has one arm, his technique is quite superb. Whether it is frying skewers or grilling various livers, his movements are quick and skillful, and his technique is quicker than others' hands.

And the things made are described in one word: fragrant!

Jiang Ce also noticed that the man had the temperament of being a soldier and could see scars on the battlefield everywhere.

It is a soldier who retired due to injury.

Looking at the crowds eating happily, Jiang Ce's stomach couldn't help but croaked, and couldn't help but go forward and asked, "Boss, how did you sell it?"

The stall owner looked up at Jiang Ce, with a sense of suspicion in his eyes, and then said, "There is a price list on the left."

"Well, then I'll give me ten skewers, ten chicken skewers, and ten skewers."

"Hold on."

In less than five minutes, all the fried skewers were ready and placed in the tray.

The little girl walked to Jiang Ce with a very obedient tray, "Uncle, your fried skewers are ready."

"Thanks."

Jiang Ce picked up the tray and started eating one by one. After only a few bites, he was stunned.

The fried skewers are fragrant and melted when eaten. The aroma is swallowed down the throat and spreads throughout the body, giving a sense of freedom to run on the prairie.

Delicious, so delicious!

Jiang Ce said: "Boss, your skills are quite good. You can tell that your cooking skills should be very good, but you just sell fried skewers here, and you're so proud."

The stall owner had no expression on his face and said lightly: "It's enough to support his family."

After saying that, he looked up at Jiang Ce and couldn't help asking, "Are you a soldier from the West?"

Sure enough, Jiang Ce guessed it.

"You can see it?"

"The aura on you is exactly the same as my comrades in the Western Frontier. This aura of being a soldier is not available to ordinary people. Especially the soldiers on the Western Frontier are unique."

Jiang Ce smiled, pointed at his broken arm and asked, "How did you do it?"

"The bullets were gone, one to three, cut off."

"You have some ability to survive in that environment. What's your name?"

"Nie Zheng."

"Are you interested in following me?"

Nie Zheng lowered his head and chuckled, "Now I just want to live an ordinary life, fighting and killing have nothing to do with me."

As the two were talking, a city management car drove over from a distance.

The car door opened and three men in temporary uniforms walked down. Although they were temporary workers, they were very powerful and had a very strong temper.

The leader is Qu Song, the living king of hell that the nearby vendors fear the most.

Qu Song was thin and tall, like a bamboo pole, and his face was covered with freckles.

He yawned to the stall, and casually waved it, saying, "Hey, hey, do you know this is the main road? It is illegal to set up a stall here, so get out of here."

Nie Zheng frowned. His stall was more than three meters away from the road!

And that is a pedestrian road, not a main road.

"Comrade, my stall doesn't affect others' walking, right?"

"Hey, you still dare to talk back, right?" Qu Song pointed to the people who ate fried skewers and said, "These people who eat food here will hinder others' walking, and it will not be possible to hinder others' walking. Get out quickly."

Nie Zheng gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and asked calmly: "Where do you want me to move?"

“Nowhere can do it.”

"this……"

Qu Song picked up a handful of fried skewers and ate them without paying. He said while eating: "Of course, if you really love your industry, it's not impossible to keep working. Just get a stall certificate."

"Oh, I have."

"Did you say it earlier? Take it out and take a look."

Nie Zheng took out the stall certificate and handed it to Qu Song. After seeing it, the other party threw it directly on the side of the road.

"You are handled by the Transportation Bureau. No, I don't agree."

"ah?"

"I only recognize that our Urban Management Bureau handles it. I will give you two ways. Either pack up your things and get out of here, or I will go to the Urban Management Bureau for another one."

Nie Zheng was so angry that his teeth were itchy, but he didn't dare to say it.

Back then, when he fought bravely on the battlefield, he is now in Pingyang and was maliciously harassed by a temporary worker. It's really sad.

At this time...

Jiang Ce bent down and picked up the stall certificate and dusted the dust on it.

"Isn't this stall certificate handled by the Urban Management Bureau the same as the Transportation Bureau? Why do you have to do one thing twice? Isn't this causing trouble for the people and causing trouble?"

Qu Song was angry, "Hey, you dare to question me?"

"It's not a question, but a curiosity. Why is there no certificate, and setting up stalls here affecting pedestrians. It's too close to the main road, and the problems of applying for a certificate do not exist?"

"As far as I know, every time you apply for a certificate, you have to spend a sum of money. Are you enforcing the law for the public or wanting to make your pockets rich?"
Chapter completed!