The Wine is Cold Tonight
by Lin Mao
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Originally, my mouth was the tightest. It was because of my mouth that my boss, Mr. Qian, hired me to drive for him at a monthly salary of five thousand, which was a full two thousand higher than Fang Jianbo, who got a large car driver's license in the same group as me. However, what Fang Jianbo got into was the rice basket, financial support, and guaranteed harvests during droughts and floods, not to mention that Director Fang was his third uncle. I jumped into the chaff basket. Although I got two thousand more than him in front of me, it was a private enterprise after all. It was hard to say when I was eating fat and when I was eating soup. So one time, the two elders were drinking and talking in a private room of the Dianwang Hotel. No outsiders were allowed to be present. Jianbo and I, the two sedan bearers, naturally bumped into each other. Fang Jianbo was very impressive at the beginning. He was obviously a head shorter than me, but he jumped up and patted my neck and said, "Big mouth, that's okay. You've got a rich man." Usually everyone calls me Niu Yuezi, which means cow stuttering.
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