Chapter 30 Resignation, right?
Time passes quietly, but there seems to be no word "old" in the second dimension.
Tang Muqing was sitting on the sofa, holding a wine glass, looking at Zhu Fu Jingguang with confusion in his eyes, "Mr. Obara, did you say... resign?"
"Yes." Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded slightly, lowered his eyes to avoid the other party's eyes, and said in a gentle and harmless voice, "I have something at home and I need to leave Tokyo for a while, so..."
You can't look at it, Tang Muqing really likes to laugh, and suddenly showing an expressionless face is a panic-inducing thing, as if he has done something extremely sinful to make the other person's face look sad.
But... he is a member of the police undercover winery, and working as a life assistant for half a year is really a bit...
"So that's it..." Tang Muqing sighed softly, looking down at the wine glass in his hand, "If something happens at home, I have no other reason to keep Mr. Ohara, but..."
Tang Muqing rubbed his cheeks, lowered his eyes and smiled a little, "I hope Mr. Obara has a bright future, and please come over as a guest if you have nothing to do."
Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded slightly, reached out and picked up the wine glass on the table, "Definitely."
His lurking mission was over. Tang Muqing's habits and personality were about the same. Tang Muqing didn't seem to have the idea of meddling in the Tang Mu family's industry. The next thing was for peripheral members to keep an eye on.
but……
Zhu Fu Jingguang thought about the sharp reduction in his tasks of tracking and sniping people in the past six months, and he always felt that the task of lurking and protecting people was quite good, but...
This means losing access to the organization's core mission, which is really not what an undercover agent should do.
The most gratifying heroic ambition in Wenwen Township——
Wait, what was he thinking?
Tang Muqing drank the last bit of wine, took the wine glass to the kitchen, washed it and put it on the drain rack. Finally, he nodded towards Zhu Fu Jingguang, turned around and walked into the bedroom and closed the door.
Zhu Fu Jingguang:...
Why do you feel a little bit disappointed and sad about your employer?
Zhu Fu Jingguang hesitated, cleared the table, turned and went to the guest room to pack the luggage he had brought with him when he stayed temporarily, and checked whether he had left any clues here.
There is Tang Muqing's time schedule in the desk drawer. Usually at the end of the month, Tang Muqing fills it out and gives it to him by comparing the class schedule and banquet time. Most of the grid paper is blank, but...
Zhu Fu Jingguang sat at the table, took out all the schedule for the past six months from the drawer and spread it on the table, then picked up a pen and filled in the events according to memory.
Half an hour later, Zhu Fu Jingguang looked through his mobile phone diary, as well as text message records and emails, and finally stopped and looked at the paper in front of him with calm eyes.
For half a year, in addition to school courses, Tang Muqing occasionally went out to find extracurricular classes on a whim. From firearms at the beginning to physical fitness later, on this table, it ranges from cooking classes to flower arrangement classes, from equestrian classes to to golf, from psychology to advertising...
There is a dazzling array of things to see, and there is no pattern at all. It is like a child’s three-minute enthusiasm, but I always feel that it is not easy to cover too much.
Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but recall his resignation and the email he sent to Ginjiu.
He seemed to have been deceived, but Tang Muqing didn't seem to hide it much. It was an honest deception.
The course schedule will not be written directly on the schedule, but Tang Muqing will occasionally call to ask him to pick up the get out of class. He does not show any resistance when asked, and is honest and never hides anything.
Zhu Fu Jingguang pursed his lips and murmured in a low voice, "Boil the frog in warm water..."
So the question is, has Gin been deceived along with him?
Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed softly, took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the form in front of him, planning to send a copy to Ling when he returned.
Tang Muqing always looks lazy and casual on weekdays, calm and unhurried without the slightest hint of anxiety. He always makes people feel that he is very leisurely. This feeling...
It seems to be similar to Zero, a master of time management.
Separated by a wall, Tang Muqing locked the door, lay on the bed and took out two small boxes with simple mobile phones printed on them. Although he had not completely gotten rid of the keyboard, he finally got rid of the brick-like appearance.
He thought about the new mobile phone scheduled to be launched tomorrow, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.
Resign, right?
Resign.
Once a new product that surpasses current scientific and technological concepts comes out, money, connections, resources, and policy support follow one after another. Are wineries not interested at all?
When the time comes... Zhu Fu Jingguang will have to come back on his own.
If Zhu Fu Jingguang doesn't come back, the police and the winery will have to urge him to come. After all, the moon comes first when you are near the water.
A satisfied smile appeared on Tang Muqing's face. After rolling twice, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Zhu Fu Jingguang walked out of the bedroom while rubbing his swollen temples. He immediately saw lunch and tea on the table, and several gift bags piled on the small chair next to him.
The employer, whom he was already very familiar with, was sitting on the sofa. Although there were no dark circles under his eyes, his eyebrows were inexplicably drooped, and he felt like he was reluctant to speak but still holding on.
Zhu Fu Jingguang was startled, and before he could speak, he saw Tang Muqing standing up from the sofa, with a forced but still gentle smile on his face, "Mr. Obara, today is the last day you work for me, so I think... This is the last thing I can do for you."
After saying that, Tang Muqing lowered his head slightly, held a thick envelope in both hands and handed it over, "This is Mr. Obara's bonus for these years, please don't refuse it."
As he spoke, there seemed to be a hint of imperceptible reluctance in the young man's voice.
Zhu Fu Jingguang was slightly startled, and after looking at Tang Muqing for a moment, he came back to his senses and said, "You're welcome."
It seems... Tang Muqing was really hit by the death of his parents. A paid assistant is still so reluctant to leave. It seems that he really doesn't want to accept the separation.
But he had to accept it. Zhu Fu Jingguang knew that his reputation as a life assistant had turned into the eunuch beside the emperor. He was in charge of picking up and delivering food, drinks, entertainment, and who the emperor was visiting tonight, and even who Someone thought that he was doing the job of sleeping with his assistant with his assistant's money.
Therefore, he, Zhu Fu Jingguang, has made his move!
This is not only for his own reputation, but also for the undercover mission of the police. This is the justice of the family and the country!
"I will definitely come to visit Master Qing when I have free time." Zhu Fu Jingguang showed a gentle smile and said in a clear and soft voice, "Of course, even if there is no employment relationship, we are still friends, right?"
"Yes." Tang Muqing rolled his eyes and said softly, "I will be very sad if Mr. Obara forgets what I said."
Let's go.
It's easy to leave, but to come back...
Tang Muqing rolled his eyes and arranged the gifts he had prepared neatly while Zhu Fu Jingguang was washing up. His light brown eyes were full of interest.
It is normal for assistants who do not cherish job opportunities to change jobs to no avail, and turn back when they are desperate.
But if you want to get back the money, you have to say a few nice words of begging and coaxing, right?
He, Tang Muqing, was waiting here for a Jingguang cat to arrive at his door.