Future Phone – Part One

Tossing and turning in bed for over half an hour, still unable to sleep, he could only get up and turn on the computer, sitting hunched on the cold chair, wrapped in a coat, scratching his feet and rubbing his nose…

Hao Yunyang didn’t have the habit of logging into QQ as soon as he opened his computer. By the time he got a QQ account, it was no longer the golden age of casually chatting with girls all night, but an ice age where saying hello would get you called an idiot.

So, Hao Yunyang had only forty-something friends on QQ, ninety percent were classmates, and among the rest, only a few were strangers. Since he didn’t chat, Hao Yunyang wouldn’t bother deleting friends.

Habitually opening Baidu, Hao Yunyang actually typed Google into the search bar…

Hugging his knees in a half-squatting position, he endured until seven in the morning, then ended his hours of broadened horizons, closed the webpage, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Wiping his hair as he came out of the bathroom, Hao Yunyang hesitated but didn’t disassemble the computer to put in his bag. Instead, he stuffed it under the bed, piling some smelly socks on top, grinning.

Now a millionaire, Hao Yunyang was in a good mood, humming as he went to Jinhui. He greeted colleagues with almost everyone with a smile but received strange looks in return. Hao Yunyang touched his hair, puzzled.

Finally, just before entering the door, reservation clerk Xiao Liu hurriedly brushed past him, speaking in a very low voice, leaving Hao Yunyang with four words: “Careful with the manager.

If it were another menu, Hao Yunyang might have forgotten about it later, but those guests that day left a deep impression on him, because from this single table he earned nearly eighty yuan in commission, of which the fat man’s insistence on ordering braised abalone alone brought thirty yuan in commission, so Hao Yunyang remembered it very clearly.

“Just order what you want,” Wang Chaoqun’s eyes flashed a hint of a smile, but his face remained stern. He took out a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Hao Yunyang: “Sign this, and be more careful when working in the future!”

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