Chapter 684： Why report (2/2)

Actually, the King of Thunder and Lightning five years ago was a dull disciple in Daomen. He worshipped under a small faction in Daomen. Because of his general talents, he did not know how to say good things, and was thrown into the corner by the master within a few years.

He was ten years younger in the martial arts, and his disciples Xiu Wei who passed him later surpassed him.

He was unknown in the martial arts, and was sometimes mocked and joked by his brothers and brothers, saying that he was only a long man and he didn't go to school. Because I always read some miscellaneous books and do not like to study Taoism, occasionally Master will take him as a negative example and rebuke in front of a group of brothers and sisters.

One day he finished sweeping the ground and sat in front of the gate to read a book. The sun was bright, the trees were mottled, and the mountains brought fresh wind. He looked at it until a shadow came over, blocking the mottled sunlight.

”Business management? Do you see business management as a Taoist?”

Thunder King looked up and saw a young man with his hands in his pockets, smoking cigarettes in his mouth, standing under the steps and examining him.

The Thunder King didn't care. In this warm season, there were many tourists on the mountain. This young man should also be a pilgrim visiting the mountains.

”Who can you fight best here, I'm here to smash the field ... No, do the task,” said the young man.

The thunder and lightning king suddenly became alert, realizing that young people were not tourists but blood.

He carefully closed the book, flattened the folds on the cover, and the young man looked at it silently.

The King of Thunder and Lightning led him up the mountain. The young man followed him, smoking a cigarette, and humming the fine lyrics in his mouth:

Eighteen that year, the alma mater stood Rugao

At that time I vowed with tears that you must see me

.....

Those lyrics have been remembered for many years.

The young man quickly left. He did come to smash the field. He usually let the thunderbolt King Jingruo be mastered by the young man. He vomited his blood and said: Where is your sacred sacred?

The young man replied: You usually know me when you watch more TV.

Master spit blood again and said, ”What kind of resentment is what?”

The young man said: No resentment, I just pick a soft persimmon to do the task.

The whole process took no more than ten minutes. When the thunderbolt king passed by, the young man said, ”You have no talent, but reading looks like vegetables and buns. I appreciate you. The blood community is not for you. I want to return to the vulgar, you can come to work in my company. ”

After that, he handed him a business card.

Within a few months, the King of Thunder and Lightning knew the identity of the young man. Over the past few months, he had fought from the south to the north, punched the home for the elderly, kicked the kindergarten, and became famous as a rookie in the blood community.

One day, the thunder and lightning king summoned his courage, bid farewell to the teacher, and said he was going down to work.

Master asks him how you can feed yourself down the mountain.

The King of Thunder and Lightning took out the business card and was ridiculed by the brothers and Master's eyes.

”You're going to take a word of carelessness as a promise?”

That's what they said.

The King of Thunder and Lightning was tired of cooking and cooking, and packed his luggage away with the hope that was not extinguished in his heart.

Master did not leave anybody. After all, a talented disciple disciple did not lose even if he left, and he was symbolically warned not to do anything illegal.

The brothers also came to see him off, and said with a smile: Alas, Brother Xuanshi went down the mountain to make a fortune. Don't forget us when he develops.

There was a laugh.

The King of Thunder and Lightning, carrying a snakeskin bag and wearing a tattered robe, came to the metropolis with embarrassment. His entanglement was exhausted, and taxis in Shanghai were too expensive. He walked from the train station to Baoze, and almost failed Into the building.

Take out the properly kept business card to the security guard, the security guard did not rush, let him wait downstairs.

The big boss happened to be in the company that day, came down in person, and laughed and patted him on the shoulder: you are really here, come and talk upstairs.

The thunderbolt king entered the building with restraint, his legs were shaking, he had never been to such a place, and he could not humble himself.

Assessments, interviews, meals, and accommodation arrangements.

The thunder and lightning king came to work ~ ~ Since then, he has gradually climbed to the position of the head of the headquarters.

Big bosses often say that when you move a dead person to a dead person, your most correct decision is to leave the division.

Over the years, the Thunder King often thought that if he did not meet the young man in the spring season, he might still be doing sweeping work in the teacher's gate.

Standing Rugao.

What worries him most, and is engraved in his heart, was the stupid Taoist wearing a tattered robe, stepping into the high-rise buildings of the metropolis, and the young man came down to meet him personally.

Throughout, he had no pity, no sympathy, and no contempt.

”If the king treats me with the kingdom, why should he report it?” The thunderbolt king closed his eyes and silently spit out words that only he could hear: ”report his life!”

Leave no people. Waste green roll! !! !!

(End of this chapter)