Yuri didn’t say much about Jackson’s lateness, and quietly got out of the car with a straight face.
Vehicles set off in silence.
Jackson watched Yuri’s face all the way and didn’t want to miss an opportunity to interrupt.
But Yuri’s face was as black as ink, and I knew he was in a bad mood …
Just as Jackson racked his brains to create a topic, Yuri’s cell phone suddenly rang and the fat man couldn’t wait to pick it up.
In the rearview mirror, Jackson even observed that Yuri’s face was full of anxiety and expectation, as if he would know that his exam results were heavy in one second.
However, Jackson soon knew that his boss had got a bad grade in the exam …
Because Yuri’s face disappeared less than two seconds after he picked up the words.
"I really can’t think of some way to? I still have money. No, I mean, I still have a lot of rations, which can be exchanged. "
"Hey, old friend, I know it’s just a few tickets. It’s not difficult for you. You must have connections in the mutual aid branch …"
"Give me another break. I will remember that I don’t want to wait for a generation. Why don’t I return home? Are you kidding? Can I have a good show now? "
Yuri speaks with a Russian accent and his English tone is getting softer and softer.
Jackson didn’t understand why his boss was in such a bad mood today.
Obviously, Yuri also wants to leave this dangerous world before taking the train, but he seems to ignore it.
Jackson couldn’t help sighing when he guessed that his seemingly miraculous oligarch boss couldn’t get a ticket.
His ex-wife confessed that it was a failure
The car continued to drive, Yuri continued to talk and answer the phone, and the tickets were available, while his lover and two sons stared eagerly.
The whole family is eager to hear a good news.
However, from Yuri’s increasingly tired and low tone, Jackson can guess that it must be hopeless.
His family’s hope of hitchhiking is gone.
But Jackson is not without gains.
Little does he know that his boss is not the only one who gets tickets now. If the whole earth has some energy, people are trying their best to leave now.
But these people get the same results as Yuri.
Forget the tickets. They didn’t even touch a door of the mutual aid meeting.
It’s a comfort.
Looking in the rearview mirror, Yuri Jackson fought back the urge to whistle.
……
Due to this incident, Yuri’s family went out for an outing and came back at noon.
The car stopped outside the gate again.
Jackson was just about to open the door for Yuri when he found a strange car following him.
"Who’s that?" As soon as Jackson raised the idea, he saw the car with a striking sign-
The national flag and the unique "mutual" flag of the mutual aid association.
He reacted immediately.
This is the North American Mutual Aid Society branch car.
People from face to face also wear badges and club uniforms on their chests.
A young white man came up smiling. "Is this Mr. Yuri’s house? Our correspondent from the North American Mutual Aid Society has good news for him. "
Jackson’s eyes looked at Yuri consciously.
His boss got through?
Yuri was equally puzzled by the arrival of the branch workers, but his horse was overjoyed and realized that this was an opportunity to invite the other driver to rest in the house quickly
"No, no, no, we’re not going in. We’re here to send you a notice."
"What notice?" Yuri’s accent has a strong Russian characteristic.
The Ombudsman handed Yuri several rectangular hard papers with the words "Here is a time ticket" written in both Chinese and English. I think you should know what it is. After all, you are looking for it everywhere … "
Looking at the ticket in front of him, Yuri’s breathing became urgent, and his face was red like a drunk bear.
It was a long time before he gasped and asked, "How can I get this ticket? What do you want?"
Commissioner’s face is still smiling.
"We don’t need anything special, you can take it directly, but these tickets are negotiated by our North American branch, and their validity is very short. If you want to get a car, you should do it as soon as possible. The day may be the deadline.