Recalling my days as a single man, Part 3

Winter of 2003
It wasn't cold; a thin mist shrouded the city, and sunlight slowly peeked out from the distance.
Early in the morning, a few private cars and buses sporadically passed by on the streets, some fast and some slow.
The birds on the branches chirped from time to time to signal the start of a new day.
Cleaners continue to busy themselves, playing the role of the city's face washers.
I'm in unfamiliar Hangzhou, walking alone on the street to buy breakfast.
As he exhaled white breath, he recalled the winters of his hometown, Suzhou, which were similar yet different.
I was born in Suzhou, studied in Shanghai, and worked in Hangzhou.
Disorderly yet distinct
I've entered the workforce and no longer wear jeans, but dress pants.
No longer casual wear, but suits
No longer sneakers, but leather shoes
No more long hair, just short hair
The sudden change made me very uncomfortable.
I look in the mirror while washing up in the morning and then laugh at the changes in myself.
"You're a real hypocrite, a beast in human clothing!"
I joined a small company as a salesperson.
I've come to enjoy sales.
I fell in love with sales.
I enjoy selling my products.
I am very satisfied with my monthly salary.
My initial satisfaction came from CS 1v5, Warcraft 3 1v2, Chenghai 3C, or anything else that couldn't compare.
(Those who know, know, haha)
By the way
How did I come to know President Xia?
It all started in the summer of 2002.
When I walked into his office dressed as a salesperson in a shirt and trousers...
I started to feel resentful, or even ostracize, this person.
Why am I like this?
Let's talk about appearance in a simple way.
If you meet a stranger, will you label him/her?
For example, when you see me, you might label me as: college student, refined, white-collar worker, outstanding, literary, etc.
I am 178cm tall and on the slim side. I was quiet and introverted when we first met, but became warm and friendly after we got to know each other.
And what about President Xia?
Northeasterner, estimated to be around 45-50 years old, 170-172 cm tall, overweight, with a large belly, short hair, buzz cut, wearing a jade Buddha pendant, tattoos, and a face full of fat.
Sigh, maybe I shouldn't have described someone so realistically and excessively.
But, my friend, believe me, the first thing that came to mind when you saw Mr. Xia was words like gangsters, loan sharks, thugs, and mobsters.
Moreover, there were 5 or 6 people playing Texas Hold'em in his office.
Moreover, from his words, I guessed that this was a trick of the trade.
Moreover, from his greeting, I guessed that the person sitting next to him was his female secretary.
Friends, you can imagine how I felt standing at the door for at least 30 seconds without moving.
My mind went blank for a moment; all my previous public relations and sales lines vanished from my memory without a trace.
I even suspected I was in the wrong place, so I went back out and checked the office door number.
Only after confirming it did I realize that these people were no pushovers.
Yes, I really do dislike and reject President Xia.
He and I are from completely different worlds.
My interest in the products I was selling had completely vanished. After a brief and cursory introduction, I left my business card, sample package, price list, and other materials, intending to make my way out.
I exchanged a few polite words and turned to leave, when I heard a voice behind me calling out: "Hey Chen, wanna play a couple of rounds?"
Without a second's hesitation, I stepped out of the company gate; this company was immediately removed from my list.
Two months later, Mr. Xia called my cell phone, which was both unexpected and reasonable.
Our company distributes precision mechanical components from Germany. Anyway, they're German products, you know what I mean. I don't want to go into too much detail here.
The next steps will inevitably involve the same old issues as testing, supplying goods, and collecting payments.
Out of professional obligation, I must make a follow-up visit once a month to check on the equipment's safety and answer customers' questions about its use.
I think my relationship with President Xia is just like this.
Many turning points in life are like those in mindless fiction: love at first sight.
I didn't find love around the corner, but I met Mr. Xia.
And they met in the bathhouse.
Naked honesty
Wait, the story isn't about same-sex relationships, don't get me wrong.
What would you do if you encountered someone you knew in a rather awkward situation, but didn't want to say hello?
My answer is: Avoid if you can, dodge if you can.
Unfortunately, the stories of this world are often unavoidable and inescapable.
The moment Mr. Xia and I made eye contact, he gave an awkward smile.
"What a coincidence, Xiao Chen, you're here to wash too?"
"Yes, Mr. Xia, it's so hot and humid today. I'm thinking of getting a soak and a back scrub."
I don't know if all Chinese men's penises are of the same type.
Fat people appear short
Skinny people appear slender
Mr. Xia's body was short, small, and had a long foreskin, which made me secretly laugh at him.
My brain cells instantly went into negative territory, and I deliberately tried to show off the magnificent image of my penis in front of him.
Perhaps this was the foreshadowing left behind afterward.
Three to five days later, one afternoon I received a call from General Manager Xia, who said there was a problem with the machines in the workshop and that I needed to come over to investigate.
When I arrived, I realized there wasn't anything seriously wrong; it was just a problem with the worker's operation. However, Mr. Xia insisted that I stay for dinner.
I couldn't refuse. Although I disliked Mr. Xia's appearance and behavior, he was very prompt in settling the bill and never delayed payment.
Dinner included Mr. Xia, his mistress, myself, the workshop foreman, and a young technician—a group of five.
The restaurant wasn't luxurious, but it was quite charming, offering a wide variety of delicious dishes. The atmosphere was lively, with drinks flowing freely. It was already 8 o'clock.
Although I can drink, I'm not a heavy drinker; it's only my youthful constitution that allows me to hold my liquor.
As a native of Northeast China and a businessman, Mr. Xia's drinking capacity is naturally considerable. He drove me there, while the director and technician took taxis themselves.
In the car, he suddenly suggested we come to my house for tea, saying he had something he wanted to discuss with me.
I was surprised. Why didn't they mention it at the dinner party? Why did they insist on going to my house? 8 pm isn't late; we could have gone to a tea house.
However, as a newcomer to the workplace, and moreover, as a client, I have no reason or right to refuse such a request.
What surprises me even more is, is CEO Xia going to bring his mistress home? This society is crazy!
Sitting in Mr. Xia's Honda, I started to feel drowsy.
The woman in the passenger seat kept fiddling with her Samsung dual-screen phone.
The car entered the residential area, but it wasn't the villa I had imagined; it was just an ordinary residential complex.
The third floor was a breeze for me, but for the portly Mr. Xia, it was a little tiring.
My despicable inner self once again scorns "
To be continued..."

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