Anyway, at half past eight, his wife looked out the window every half hour, expecting the worst.
- I hope the plan worked. – She said, feeding her son, touching his forehead, making him sleep sitting in the chair, while Mr. Zhang picked up the folder and gave Mrs. Zhang a little kiss on the face.
He tried to kiss Dung goodbye but couldn't, because at the time Dung was having a tantrum and was throwing the cereal at the walls, when she touched him again, making him go limp in the chair.
- He's getting stronger. - She said.
- Yes, and your magic is running out faster. - He said.
- Who likes to be put to sleep. – He questioned.
- He's a baby, he doesn't rule anything. - She said.
– Little pest – said Mr. Zhang, laughing uncomfortably as he left the house.
The man said nothing, then walked out as if he hadn't heard that, got into his car, then reversed out of the number four parking lot.
When he was at the corner of the street, he noticed the first sign that something strange was happening, his wife wouldn't like it at all, come on, he saw a cat reading a map, which was very familiar.
All this, the worst thought flashed through his mind, so for a moment Mr. Zhang didn't realize what to turn, then quickly turned his head to take a second look, who knows, he would put on some good music, dance in his room, he would forget about his problems while he was there, a little peace and illusion while he didn't return home.
He was ruled by a woman, so he would forget the unfair world in which he lives, a world in which his wife has more strength than him, a world where there was no black cat, which he knew would end, a world in which he wasn't unhappy and had magic.
- Damn the day he married a witch. – He said, at that time, even thinking out loud, even without having a hint of magic in his veins, he should have become a priest, he would have had fewer problems.
About that.
That black cat that was sitting on the corner of Hēi'àn de huíyì, 4, but there really wasn't a map in sight
It was at that moment, when she was thinking this, the woman looked at the window, when she recognized the cat, they are coming, she thought.
It must have been an effect of the light, as he blinked and widened his eyes at the cat, then the cat stared at him.
As he turned the corner and walked up the street, he noticed the cat, pretending to be Hansel without an arm, looking at the cat in the rear-view mirror.
In which he was now reading the sign that said Hēi'àn de huíyì, 4 – no, he was looking at the sign:
He knew this was magic, something that wasn't good happened, so these animals, the birds, the cats couldn't read maps or signs.
So, Mr. Zhang shook his head and put the cat out of his mind, then, he turned up the music in the car, pretending that the world was perfect, that he would deal and dance with the problems, until they came, let it cool down, he sang, deal with it as late as possible.
It was at that time, when his car was passing along the road, dreaming of a world without wars and perfect, where he stopped right at the crosswalk, all the red and yellow signs he could, ignoring, thinking about paying a fine to pretend that nothing existed, in which he was passing during the way to the
As he passed through the center of town, when he thought of nothing else except the large order of drills, he had hoped to receive that day, by all the gods, pretending not to know magic took its toll, when he thought of the worse, he wanted a machine he could invent that would put the problems under the rug.
- Repeat after me, nothing happened, it's a mantra, life is good, life is beautiful, nothing happened, you don't have to deal with the consequences.
But his prayers were not heard, as he left the city, the drills were swept out of his head by something else, so, almost on top of another car, as he stopped in the usual morning traffic jam, he could not help but notice that there was a quantity of people, he tried to run, almost running over a motorcyclist.
He had to pretend to be normal, he knew about the war of magic, he knew everything, they couldn't throw shit on the fan and beat him, he wasn't accepted into school, so he shouldn't have to deal with the challenges of the consequences.
Shit, drugs, wizards and strangers, from the absent world who were rarely seen dressed as if they were walking and going to party at Lollapalooza or dance at Carnival, parading in next week's gay parades, came happily and normally through the streets, damn it, this went against everything they said about staying out of the spotlight.
They were those people dressed in capes and ceremonial robes...
Did the world go crazy and did they really decide to dominate the world with magic?
They were wearing colorful and baggy clothes, when Mr. Zhang didn't tolerate people who were wearing flashy clothes, putting on all their camouflage for the fucking house, he freaked out, so he sped up, wanting to get past that party street, as soon as possible. as quickly as possible, to your non-magical and absent world.
It was so ridiculous the fact that he ran away, remembering the rags that were seen in young people, even when he was young, thinking that he couldn't get into school, because his parents couldn't either, and then his brother was born, who was everything he wasn't.
So, he imagined this as a stupid new life for him to follow, when he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his gaze fell on a small group of eccentrics standing very close to him, who were whispering excitedly, he was proud of his listening. That's how he used to get his brother involved, when they performed magic in which he tried to imitate to be treated as the family's outcast.
That's when Mr. Zhang got angry when he saw that some of them weren't even young; Now, that man must have been older than him, and wore an emerald green cloak!
Like what he did when he was young, where he thought about how he was humiliated by his brother for trying...
How petulant, his younger brother said, just to tease him, but then it occurred to Mr. Zhang that this was probably some silly promotion, he at least expected that, what these people were in, in which he was obviously raking in something. ... yeah, that should be it!
And..., and..., when he realized it was too late...
Then he remembered... the traffic.... then he moved forward and a few minutes later Mr. Zhang arrived at the Gāo dēng sùjiāo parking lot, thinking back to the drills, he crashed his car into another car almost he caused an accident.
The other man got out of the car more expensive than yours angrily, smaller of course, even though he was intimidating, he was still seething with his thoughts.
- You're blind, man, can't you see what's in front of you? – He questioned him.
- Sorry, boy, I can pay. - He said.
He got up, still imagining he wasn't limping because of his knee, remembering the prosthesis.
The other one backed away, after all, fat and big he was scary, still remembering his years as a bodybuilder.
- I understand, if we just change the phone, it's fine. – He said, sweating.
After all, he was big...
So, after that, Mr. Zhang always sat with his back to the window in his car, heading to his office when he thought about the elevator, when he got to the ninth floor, if he didn't, maybe he would have found it, his life would be harder to concentrate on drills that morning.
When he did not see the owls that flew quickly in broad daylight, although the people on the street saw them; They pointed and were amazed, meanwhile, an owl flew behind, and there was an owl behind the owl passing overhead, he imagined when he was young, in his disappointments.
Most people have never seen an owl even at night, but Mr. Zhang had a
Being a perfectly normal morning without owls, that was when in his stress he shouted at five different people, some employees from his factory, he sent seven people screaming to demand their bills, 8 people threatened to send him to the union.
- Good luck, now, I hope the compensation lasts more than a year, or until by some miracle you find a new job. – He said, to an unfortunate person.
- Now, street. – He sent another one.
He called and yelled at his lawyer about appealing for compensation, which he didn't want and wouldn't pay, so he appealed, delaying something he should have paid for a year, but as he had the right to appeal, this person who requested labor compensation was left without receiving it.
When he made several important phone calls and shouted some more, he fired what seemed like yet another advisor, which is why he used the phone and shouted at some suppliers who had delayed deliveries of raw materials for their productions.
Well, according to the last 12 people who filed for retirement due to work illness and repetitive strain, it was time to fire everyone and hire a company to manufacture the machines they would use to replace the human beings who complain and ask for raises. , they don't complain, they don't ask for a raise and they don't ask for rest time, they would increase their working hours by 100%.
At that time, when he thought that when he wouldn't shout anymore, the secretary was fired, when he was in an excellent mood, he had already fired half of the production staff, hired some engineers to replace them with machines that don't complain and don't deliver him for the union, this all went on until lunchtime, when he was still shouting at someone and firing others.