Chapter 42: Middle-2 Youth Have More Fun
Shou Jiaxun had lived two lives, and this was the first time he knew arguing could become happier the more you argued.
Because when Liang Bo refuted others’ points, he didn’t preach grand principles. He simply and clearly told Shou Jiaxun what he would do, and described the scene.
Maybe not unwise, but definitely very funny.
For example, he imagined himself as an Omega. Growing this tall, it would definitely be hard to find a partner, so he would relax his criteria. As long as the other didn’t mind him being too tall, he would tolerate the other being a shorty. He would be a gentle giant… absolutely wouldn’t stand up to argue with the other person.
When Liang Bo reached this part, he reached out and pulled the lift lever of the wheeled chair to the lowest setting, letting Shou Jiaxun look down at him, and asked cheekily, “You try being fierce to me again?”
Just as Shou Jiaxun opened his mouth, he immediately raised his brows and pursed his lips, putting on a weak, helpless, and pitiful expression.
Liang Bo also said he would have at least three kids in the future. That way, when going out, he could hold one in his left hand, one in his right, and have another riding on his neck; then he would be the coolest guy in the children’s park.
Shou Jiaxun said right, and when the one riding your neck suddenly needs to pee, you will become the most flavorful man on the whole street.
Assistant Liang argued on the basis of reason: “Have you never seen a diaper? So someone as knowledgeable as you can also lack common sense like this! Don’t even know about diapers.”
Little President Shou raised an eyebrow: “Yeah! Did you just figure that out? Knowledge and common sense aren’t connected, just like the boss’s and the assistant’s brains grow separately.”
Neither of them mentioned the issue of Liang Bo being a Beta, because at this precise moment, both were enjoying the joy of conversing while bypassing the brain.
Shou Jiaxun thus quickly shook off the desolate mood of “running away from home,” and before going to sleep, he even began to reflect: Was his reaction to Guo Duoyu’s “joke” last night excessive?
If Uncle Guo called him home today, he would cancel the apartment the agent found and pretend nothing happened.
However, when he arrived at the company before everyone else, he found Uncle Guo there too. Uncle Guo saw the real estate agent who came to recommend a new home to Shou Jiaxun. Instead of chasing the guy away, he enthusiastically invited him into his office to screen places for Little President Shou in advance.
Shou Jiaxun and Uncle Guo’s office doors were next to each other, with glass walls and glass doors facing outward, and Guoran hadn’t closed his door.
So before Shou Jiaxun even got close, he saw Guoran and the agent he had made an appointment with sitting together flipping through a brochure.
When he saw Guoran, Guoran naturally saw him and Liang Bo too, and immediately waved at them with a smile: “Morning.”
Shou Jiaxun nodded subconsciously: “Morning.” His expression, however, was slightly blank. He thought Guoran would immediately ask where he went last night first thing in the morning, why he didn’t come home, and if he was still angry with Guo Duoyu.
But the reality was Uncle Guo looked calm, even a little pleased. He asked Shou Jiaxun, “You’re looking for an apartment?”
Shou Jiaxun nodded again. “Mmhmm, I’ll handle some other things first.” After speaking, he slipped into his own office.
“It’s nothing, it’s nothing…” he reminded himself, but the emotional gap was a bit large.
Money paid out can sometimes be clawed back, though not always; but feelings paid out are truly gone forever.
Shou Jiaxun hadn’t expected Uncle Guo to be so eager for him to move out. The key point was that he had always thought Uncle Guo relied on him heavily, that he had given Uncle Guo a new life, confidence, and a flourishing career.
He ran away from home in anger at Guo Duoyu, and Uncle Guo wasn’t anxious at all; finding out he was looking for an apartment to move out, he wasn’t worried in the slightest.
President Shou really wanted to question Guoran to his face right now: Do I have no weight in your heart at all?!
But asking that out loud would seem very childish and unreasonable.
Uncle Guo saw Shou Jiaxun go into the office to turn on the computer and thought he was really busy. He turned to ask Liang Bo with a concerned expression, “Did he stay at a hotel yesterday?”
Liang Bo shook his head, answering in a low voice, “No, he made do at my place for the night.”
Uncle Guo raised his eyebrows meaningfully.
Assistant Liang hurriedly added, “He slept in my dad’s room. Nothing happened.”
Uncle Guo nodded knowingly. “That’s for sure. Him willing to make do at your house is already giving a lot of face.”
Then he reached out to call a young male employee around thirty near the door: “Little Liang is President Shou’s new special assistant. Help him arrange a workstation.”
Then he introduced him to Liang Bo: “Luo Yi is the Administrative General Assistant. If you have anything unclear about work, you can ask him.”
Luo Yi stood up and shook hands with Liang Bo proactively. “Hello, Liang Bo, right? Heard from HR. Your station is over here, already cleared out.”
Uncle Guo went back to his own office immediately after giving instructions. Luo Yi smiled at Liang Bo. “Heard you’re a Beta. Good luck (Add oil).”
Liang Bo felt there was a hidden meaning in his words. Following the direction the other pointed, he sat at the desk next to him, then immediately turned sideways to whisper, “Did President Shou’s previous special assistants not last long?”
Luo Yi gave him a meaningful look. “There were some who lasted long; they just transferred posts.”
Liang Bo looked even more curious. “Who?”
“Me.” Luo Yi pointed his index finger at his own face.
Liang Bo played dumb with a simple smile. “Is President Shou’s temper bad?”
“Haven’t you already spent two days with him?” Luo Yi raised an eyebrow, reverting to a lukewarm expression. “You’re young, should be no problem.”
Liang Bo was really confused now. He dragged his wheeled chair closer to Luo Yi, lowering his voice to press: “Brother, what’s the situation? Give a junior a hint?”
Luo Yi looked sideways at him for a few seconds, seeming to judge his character by examining his appearance. “Meetings anytime, business trips anytime, brainstorming anytime, handing over…”
Before he could finish, Shou Jiaxun pulled open his door with a whoosh. “Luo Yi, notify the Ad Department of a general meeting in five minutes. We’re passing the first draft of those two projects I assigned before my trip.
Liang Bo, you go too. Bring a recording pen.”
“Okay, right away.” Luo Yi answered with his back to Shou Jiaxun, simultaneously shooting Liang Bo a “See?” look.
Liang Bo’s eyes went wide, lips pressed tight as he swallowed. “Brother, what recording pen? Where is a recording pen? Only bring a recording pen? …Where is the conference room?”
Luo Yi waved his hand hurriedly at Assistant Liang, signaling him to wait, and immediately clicked open the department chat group on his computer: “Ad Department meeting with President Shou in five minutes. Bathroom breaks, coffee refills, hurry up.
…You have four minutes and twenty seconds left.”
Secretary Luo let go of the keyboard and immediately leaned over to pull open the drawer of the next desk, taking out a black recording pen and slapping it on the table. “Did you bring your own computer today? It’s too late to get a company laptop now. Hurry up and install a meeting minutes ‘voice-to-text’ terminal.
During the meeting later, cut a segment every ten minutes, then organize the summary immediately. Meeting minutes should be completed synchronously with the meeting as much as possible.”
Assistant Liang scrambled to turn on his computer. During the few seconds of booting up, he studied the recording pen’s usage non-stop: “…Brother, where do I download the terminal?”
Luo Yi reached out and flipped the recording pen in his hand over. “Scan the QR code with your phone, sync the address to your computer.”
Liang Bo pressed the recording pen on and found the battery was only at twenty-seven percent…
“Brother! Where’s the charger???”
[Author’s Note]: Mental patients have broad ideas, Middle-2 (delusional/adolescent) youth have more fun.
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