"France is great." I intended to compliment his country politely, but perhaps because I'm used to sneering, I almost blurt out, "Great at surrendering."
"Cough..." I cough dryly and say nothing more so that he doesn't find Chinese humor unacceptable.
After chatting for a while, I point towards the airport.
"Mr. Zaratulstra will be a few more hours before he arrives. Shall we go in and have a drink?"
"Wine?" Rosago looks at me.
"No. I mean coffee, tea, coke and so on. Don't drink and don't drive." I'm surprised his first reaction to the suggestion is wine.
You are a professional chauffeur!
Aren't you a little hasty?
The foreigner, Rosago, obviously didn't understand my humor. After thinking for a few seconds, he says, "Sorry, I woke up early today and I'm still a bit tired. I'll sleep in the car for a while."
"OK." I secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
While I'm not opposed to social interactions and am even willing to get along well with people from a dating business, I still feel a little uncomfortable at the thought of having to spend a few hours with a stranger I don't know .
Even if the other party were a beauty, that feeling wouldn't be any less.
Yes, that is the case for me. Maybe he shares the same thoughts. That's probably why he chose to sleep in the car.
Returning to the airport from the parking lot, I happen to find an empty seat and sit down without actually doing what I said about drinking.
All this costs money!
From my understanding of CEO Huang, he is quite generous. But at the same time, as a big boss, he wouldn't pay attention to a mere employee's compensation. Such trivial matters are usually handled by the finance department according to a specific procedure.
So if I waited at the airport until noon, I could claim the cost of lunch, but I would have to pay the cost of coffee, cola, tea, snacks, etc. These are unnecessary expenses.
Of course, if I could get Comrade Rosago to come to dinner with me, then I could claim such expenses - hospitality!
For this reason, when I invited him earlier, I was actually quite honest. At least half of them were correct.
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After sitting and using my phone for a while, I suddenly realize a serious problem:
I hadn't had breakfast yet!
I was in a hurry this morning!
When I hear my stomach growl and feel my thirst and hunger, I decide to find something to eat.
Food at the airport is expensive. Should I look for KFC or McDonalds or buy any slice of bread? I get up and walk to the side of the lobby.
When I see the first store that looks like it's selling local delicacies, I go in and look for inexpensive groceries.
My phone buzzes as I approach the freezer section.
"Hello, Mister Rosago. What's going on?" I check the caller ID.
Rosago's voice comes from the other end of the line:
“Ning Bei is experiencing a thunderstorm. All flights are cancelled.
"Mr. Zaratulstra will transfer to high-speed rail."
Isn't this guy unlucky... I'm amused but helpless.
"Shall we wait at the station then?"
In any case, there is more than enough time, because the ICE train station is located directly below the airport.
Even if Mr. Zaratul couldn't buy a ticket to stop at this station, it would take a maximum of 90 minutes from the airport to the city's high-speed railway station. It takes less time than the time it takes from Ning Bei to this city.
"Wait a little longer. I'm waiting for confirmation," Rosago replies calmly.
As we speak, I see the door to the refrigerator being pushed open. A small, light, fat hand reaches in and picks up a Baxy brand white peach oolong ice cream cone.
I trace this hand and see a child who looks about a year old.
I have no idea about the gender. Sitting in the stroller, it has a chubby face and can't stop chirping. It's really adorable.
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Such a little kid eating ice cream? Parents are so irresponsible! I look up at the adult pushing the stroller and see a gentle, beautiful woman.
I have no intention of stopping them. Which does not concern me.
As long as they don't abuse the child, I'm just making fun of them.
However, is it a form of abuse to let a one-year-old eat ice cream?
Anyway, the kid seems pretty happy.
After hanging up the phone, I wonder if we need to rush over to the express station at any time. I just make a choice, grab some pre-packaged pastries and a bottle of water before checking out at the register.
Just as I find a place to sit down and quickly finish breakfast, Rosago calls again.
“Tickets for today's high-speed line are sold out. Mr Zaratulstra must stay there and come tomorrow.”
He must be unlucky... That's a good thing. I can go straight back. I don't have to wait until noon or go to the train station...I admit succinctly.
"Then let's go back first?"
"Yes, we'll be back tomorrow," says Rosago immediately. "Come to the parking lot. I'm sending you back. I'm going back to town anyway.”
"... sure," I reply with a smile.
It's not that I'm saving money and being greedy. Finally, I can also claim my travel expenses for my return journey.
However, there is nothing wrong with having a good relationship with the employees of a partner company at work.
Even if I don't get another job in the end, it gives me another opportunity for job hopping in the future.
The only problem is how I get along with him later.
It can be quite embarrassing when two strangers get together.
Let's just talk about work. It's only about an hour anyway... I console myself. I exit the airport and find Rosago and his Mercedes.
I get in the car and buckle up. Before I can say anything, Rosago turns his head to look at me.
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huh? I feel lost for a moment.
In the next second, the car starts and speeds off.
hey hey hey hey This is another parking lot. You are driving too fast! Ah!
After a series of turns, the car slows down and exits the parking lot through the portal.
Then the Mercedes races on. It pans left and right on the road, taking all the empty spots. Not only is he about to break the speed limit, but he shows no signs of stopping.
On several occasions I imagined there would be a car crash, but with Rosago's control, the car dodged the danger nimbly.
"That - aren't you speeding?" I ask, coming to my senses and swallowing.
"Don't worry. I used to be a racing driver," says Rosago, looking ahead with bright eyes.
But isn't it too fast? This is a city street, not a racetrack... I taunt nervously.
I don't dare say another word for fear that Master Rosago will get distracted and end up crashing into a guardrail or harming innocent people.
At that moment, I remember my skills as an assassin. I decide that if anything went wrong, I would jump out of the car to take refuge or forcefully control Rosago to stop the vehicle.
40 minutes later the racing car stops in front of the building where my company is located.
"...Thank you. Thank you." My face is a little pale when I unbuckle the seat belt.
If it weren't for my assassin skills and excellent balance, I would definitely have become nauseous and puked all over myself.
"You're welcome. See you tomorrow." Rosago waves and smiles.
"..." I exhale and say goodbye to the racer.
As I enter the building, I unconsciously catch a glimpse of where the vending machine had appeared. It is empty.
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Luckily... I go upstairs and hit the "up" button.
As I wait, I lower my head and straighten my clothes.
Suddenly two long legs with leather boots come by.
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