Chapter 8 — Ten Calls At 3:00 A.M

"It has nothing to do with me." "It's really not you?" "It's really not. I'm not the one who kept the USB for him." "So why is it such a coincidence?" I shrugged. "God has eyes." Old Chu looked at me half-believingly and half-expectantly. I'm not expressive. But I'm very clear in my heart: This is really not what I did. It's because he's stupid. Leave that thing in the USB but also take it to connect to the projector. Take off your own clothes. This type of person doesn't need enemies. He himself is his greatest enemy. 【Chapter 8】 Go to work on Monday. Tien Thang did not come. In the group there was an announcement: "Tien Thang was temporarily suspended from work for personal reasons, in coordination with the company's internal audit." The news spread very quickly. At noon in the cafeteria, almost every table was discussing this matter. "Haven't you heard? Tien Thang made fake invoices, amounting to more than a hundred thousand." "Not only that. I heard that he also misappropriated the reserve fund." "Deserve it. Normally in companies, they are so arrogant and don't take anyone seriously." "Isn't that right? Do you all know about the phone number that moved the car last time? He put someone else's number on his car..." "Know, know. To Vien's story. Really awesome, come to Mr. I can't even see the sky anymore.” I sat in the corner eating my egg fried rice. Do not participate in any discussions. Old Chu sat down with a tray of rice. "The final result is here." "What's up?" "Fired. Effective immediately." "Has the fake invoice story been confirmed?" "Not only that. The audit found that in the past two years, he had continuously declared nearly three hundred thousand yuan in fake expenses. Meal money, travel money, reception money, all fake." Old Chu clicked his tongue and exclaimed. "This person is really brave. That BMW of over a million is not natural. Yes. Turns out I used the company's money to support me." I chewed my rice. Didn't say anything. "Are you really not playing any tricks? The USB thing?" I looked at him. "I'm a coder, not a hacker. I've never even touched his USB." "So why is he so unlucky?" "Think about it, a person dares to put someone else's phone number on his car, park illegally everywhere, understate expenses, make fake invoices, it's only a matter of time before he flips the car, right?" Old Chu pondered. thought. "That's right." "It wasn't me that caused him to overturn the car. It was him driving too fast for too long, sooner or later he would crash." "Okay." Old Chu took a piece of food. "Anyway, I'm really satisfied." I smiled. Truly satisfied. Went home that night. I lie on the bed. Look at the ceiling. The phone is placed next to the pillow. Quiet. No one will call at three in the morning to tell me to move the car. There will be no arrogant voice telling me: "What's the point of listening to a few phone calls?" No one will say behind my back that I hired someone to smash my car. There will be no attorney letters. It's all over. I turned over. Before I closed my eyes, I remembered myself at three o'clock that morning. Lie on this bed. The tenth call came in. The moment when reason breaks down. What if I hadn't said "do whatever you want" that day? What if I continue to fast? Tien Thang will continue to use my number. Illegal parking will continue. Will continue to understate costs. Then one day, he will flip the car for another reason. Doesn't concern me. But those three a.m. nights that week, my insomnia, depression, and feelings of helplessness would not be seen by anyone, nor would anyone demand justice for me. Sometimes, a person's limit is just a simple sentence like that: "Handle it however you want." Not inciting. Not dictated. It's just: I don't want to hold back anymore. As simple as that. I closed my eyes. A few minutes later, he fell asleep. Night

Then I slept very deeply. There are no dreams. Also no phone. The next morning woke up. Sunlight shines through the curtains. There was only one message on the phone. Mr. Ma sent. "Mr. To, I heard that that idiot was fired? Ha ha."I replied with a thumbs up symbol. Then get out of bed. Brush one's teeth. Make coffee. Go out to work. When I got to the parking lot, I looked at the parking spot where a black BMW used to be parked. Empty. Clean. There's nothing left. I parked the car. Check the phone number plate on your windshield. It's my own number. It's always been like that. Most people in the world are like that. Use your phone number, park in your spot, if you block someone else's path, move your car. If someone calls, answer the phone. Normal, correct, not taking advantage of others. But there are some people who just think they might be the exception. Thinking that driving a BMW means you can let others be your cannon fodder. Thinking that spending more than a million to buy a car is one step higher than others. Thinking that putting someone else's number on your car means you won't be bothered for the rest of your life. This type of person does not need others to handle it. Sooner or later, they will stumble on their own path. Tien Thang is the best example. I locked the car. Go into the elevator.