Chapter 18: The King of Cold Jokes

  Qiao Ran's silent eating made An Xin feel increasingly uneasy, and the oppressive atmosphere was extreme. A few muffled thunderclaps rumbled outside, the sky changed dramatically, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressing down, as if a heavy rain was about to pour down at any moment.

  It's even more depressing to eat with peace of mind, I glanced at it twice, and then glanced at it again, oh no, I didn't bring an umbrella, oh heaven, you'd better not rain, please.

  Little Chen calmed down and squeezed out a smile that she thought was more delicate than a flower, someone had to speak at the dinner table anyway. She couldn't count on An Xin, who had been so arrogant towards the general manager earlier, and even speaking up would make her nervous about being dragged down. As for the general manager, forget about it. (╯▽╰) She could only try to come up with something to say herself.

  "Oh no, today's chicken leg in the cafeteria is really tough and can't be bitten, how did the logistics select the materials?"

  Qiao Ran heard this and put down her chopsticks. An Xin also put down her spoon, both of them looked at her with the same puzzled expression, but neither of them continued speaking.

  Little Chen girl didn't say a word, ignored me, and continued with renewed vigor.

  "Is the chef slacking off today? The taste isn't great either."

  Qiao Ran wiped his mouth with a tissue and put his hand on the table. "Are you dissatisfied with our company?"

  Little Miss Chen was shocked and frightened, shouldn't she be getting sympathy at this time? Shouldn't she be getting a word of comfort? General Manager, how can you... be so... terrifying.

  Relieved and laughing in your heart, Chen Hong, aren't you admiring a certain beast with reverence? Now you're scared by that beast, right? Ha ha ~ look at you still speaking well of him, let this be a lesson to you.

  "How...how is this possible." He stuttered as he spoke.

  Qiao Ran knocked on the table, "Or do you want to leave our company? First from slandering our company's cafeteria, and then further action?" Step by step, piercing into the enemy's heart was Qiao Ran's tactic.

  Little Chen was completely stunned. She just wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but how did it end up like this? How did the general manager think she wanted to quit? She didn't even have time to stay, waaah...she felt like crying but had no tears.

  Her gaze shifted to An Xin, her eyes pleading as she glanced at her, conveying a clear message, "Quickly save me~ You have some relationship with the general manager after all. I~I, I'm so wronged."

  The relieved smile was finally collected, and it's enough to scare you. Little Chen can't be fired, otherwise, where would I find such a good colleague to take me in the future? If I were taken directly by Qinghongzi, that would be a loss.

  "Relieved, she cleared her throat and opened her mouth. 'General Manager, I didn't mean it that way! Chen Hong was just bored and looking for something to say, who knew you wouldn't like hearing it? Sorry, Chen Hong.'"

  "How come I didn't know our company hired a Cantonese like you?" Qiao Ran frowned, "Your accent is really hard to listen to, we should fire Fu Jie."

  It's just a slip of the tongue, and yet they want to fire her? She only changed her tone, it's not that serious. However, at this point, she doesn't want to leave yet, she wants to get the internship pay no matter what.

  She suddenly changed her tone, "I'm not a Cantonese, I'm not a local... no... I mean I am a local, don't get me wrong, boss. You must have misheard earlier, hehehe~" It's really hard to talk about this ╮（╯▽╰）╭

  "Well, that's good. You just said you were bored, but I'm a bit. Tell me a joke, quick." Qiao Ran spoke with pleasure.

  Relieved for a moment, but it turned out to be a self-inflicted injury.

  "Alright," what a freak, "I'll just tell a cold joke."

  "Uh-huh."

  "There was once someone who looked very much like a telephone and ended up getting beaten."

  Qiao Ran: "...are you talking about yourself?"

  You're so calm and collected, but your life is actually attacking you, with ulterior motives and such vicious means.

  "Once upon a time, there was an ice pop walking on the road, it kept saying 'so hot, so hot', and finally melted into a puddle of water."

  “……”

  Little Miss Chen regretted letting An Xin save her, she might as well be brave herself, so she wouldn't make the general manager's face even darker with her nonsense here.

  "Another one." Qiao Ran's face was expressionless, glanced at his watch, and the corner of his mouth had a slight curve, but no one noticed.

  This child has been strong since he was a kid, persistent battles and guerrilla warfare are no problem. "Little Ming asked the teacher, 'Teacher, why can't I succeed? How come I just can't get over this difficult hurdle?' The teacher said, 'Hmm, good kid, you just need to grow a few more years, your legs are too short.'"

  Miss Little Chen: "......" Is it funny? Not funny at all.

  However, the general manager smiled leisurely and leaned towards An Xin, saying lightly, "It's really funny."

  She's pleased with herself, proud of her cold joke that's supposedly the best in the world. Who wouldn't laugh at it? Even a beast would find it funny. Her self-importance has inflated again. "Want to hear another one?"

  He glanced at his watch again, this time very noticeably. "Hmm, I don't have enough time, I need to go attend a meeting. You guys eat slowly here, as for the taste problem in the company's cafeteria, I will replace the chef, you can rest assured."

  She smiled and nodded, eager for him to leave. Chen Hong was overjoyed and stood up, bowing 90 degrees more than before, her waist cracking with the movement. "Goodbye, General Manager, we employees will definitely work hard and create greater benefits for the company."

  "Very well." Qiao stood up, politely and elegantly facing An Xin, "Prepare more jokes next time." Then he asked with great concern, "What's your lunch break card-punching time, Little Miss Chen?"

  Chen Hong acted like a shy woman and said, "The general manager's words are two o'clock."

  Relax and count with your fingers how many words she can say in her soft and gentle voice, see how long this beast can hold on. Shy girl vs beast man, let's start, is it the shy girl charming the beast man or the beast man capturing the shy girl?

  "Well, it looks like your bonus for this month is gone. You can rest assured that your internship salary will be reduced to 800." Qiao Ran was concise and to the point, killing without spilling blood in a subtle way.

  My mind went blank and then started flashing. "What? What?" Why did I lose 200 yuan for two points?

  Chen Hong was still quick-witted, picked up the phone on the table and unlocked it, then saw Beijing time: 2:05. Then her expression twisted, muttering to herself, "Going to be late, bonus will be gone."

  He quickly grabbed the bag on the table and pulled An Xin out of the door, saying politely to Qiao Ran, "General Manager, sorry, we'll take a step first."

  "Are you sure we can't be late for lunch?"

  "Of course, my bonus is almost gone, hurry up. You shouldn't have told that joke just now, sigh."

  Suddenly enlightened, An Xin began to feel a pang of pain. In her mind, an equivalent exchange calculation unfolded: five minutes equal two hundred yuan, two jokes equal two hundred yuan, and two hundred yuan can buy forty meat-filled buns or two hundred bottles of Kangshifu soda... Now all of this has turned into a mirage, transformed into a sea of illusions, leaving one to wonder how the heart can bear it.

  She turned back calmly, her eyes fixed on Qiao Ran drinking water leisurely, and felt extremely displeased in her heart.

  She wanted to rush back and take revenge on that calm person, but Little Chen tightly grabbed her and dragged her out, still muttering "Hurry up, hurry up, if Manager Li finds out, we'll all be in trouble."

  Thinking of this, she could only silently shed tears, being half-dragged and half-pulled forward by Chen Hong.

  Digression

  What a pity! The sky is pouring heavily. Why didn't the beautiful girl bring an umbrella? She had no choice but to take a rickshaw.

  How is it possible?

  My wife is pregnant 18_ updated!