Late at night, Zhang Qian's eyes were almost blurry.

It turns out that the gap between ideal and reality is so big.

The ideal workplace elite: wearing high-end brand names, visiting major celebrity clubs, speaking elegantly, smiling confidently...

Holding a crystal clear glass in hand.

The glass contained red wine that was as red as blood.

Shake it three times, take a sip, and roll it in your mouth three times...

In reality:

Zhang Qian scratched her hair and pulled her scalp...

Pulling out a lock of hair, I was so frightened that my whole body trembled, and I quickly smoothed my hair away.

And vowed never to do such an action again.

Zhang Qian is writing her experience, looking a little desperate.

Wearing a pink velvet housecoat, he kicked the stove under the table far away, and then stretched out his long hand to pull the stove to his feet.

It's either dry and itchy and burning, or it's so cold that my hands and feet are numb.

In reality, the elites in the workplace are still in front of their desks in the middle of the night, cursing their bosses while completing the work assigned by them!

Very contradictory.

Mom knocked on the door with hot milk, "After drinking, go to bed early."

Zhang Qian sighed, "There is still a lot of work to do!"

Mom asked, "What are you doing during the day? Why do you work at night?"

Zhang Qian said, "I went to play golf with my boss during the day!"

Mom was stunned for a moment, "Your boss is very serious!"

"I heard that his little secretary works with him during the day and eats, drinks and has fun with him at night."

"Your boss, haha, let your secretary accompany you to eat, drink and have fun during the day and work hard at night?"

Goose, goose, goose...

Mom is so interesting... Zhang Qian grinned and nodded desperately, taking the milk from her hand, "Mom, go to bed early!"

"I'm too lazy to care about you. If one of you doesn't sleep, neither will the other two."

Yes, there is a younger brother in this family.

Zhang Qian worked for a while and stretched her neck. There was no crackling sound. The line of her back was like a bow on the back of the chair.

I touched the milk and found it was cold. Forget it, I gave it to Zhang Chen to drink.

Zhang Chen's door was closed tightly and no movement could be heard inside.

Zhang Qian tiptoed and opened the door a crack.

I saw my brother sitting at the desk with his head down and his whole body twitching.

Zhang Qian is still very familiar with this action and scene.

Zhang Qian touched Zhang Chen's back and slapped him on the back of the head, "Let's just be friends!"

Zhang Chen shouted, "Are you sick?"

Zhang Qian handed the milk in her hand to her younger brother, "I know you've been losing a lot, so please make up for it."

Zhang Chen drooped his eyelids and slapped the manuscript in his hand on the table, "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Who is this a love letter to?" Zhang Qian said angrily, and then looked at the scrawled manuscript carefully.

The short paragraphs above are one after another, and there are also cross-word sentences... Zhang Qian couldn't help laughing while reading it, it was quite interesting.

There is also a difference between Zhang Chen's ideal and reality.

Ideal: Zhang Chen sleeps until he wakes up naturally, and takes a shower in slow motion...

His conversation is elegant and generous, his voice is low and bubbly, and his eyes are blurry.

But the reality is: Zhang Chen stays up all night writing jokes and is risking his life for an uncertain future. He is handsome and talented, and he works really hard... trying hard not to rely on his reputation, but to become a funny man like Uncle Li.

!

Zhang Chen said, "Women age quickly if they stay up late. Your parents think you are tall and say you can't get married."

"Plus having an old face and being tall makes it even harder to marry."

Although it was funny, my sister still gave her brother a decapitation...

She threw the manuscript to her younger brother, "Writing jokes every day, how will my parents introduce you in the future?"

"Say you, like Uncle Li, don't tell jokes to people in teahouses?"

"How can you find a partner?"

Zhang Chen suddenly looked at Zhang Qian curiously and asked, "Sister, are you not looking for a partner because you like Wang Yu?"

Zhang Qian may dodge, hesitate, or panic.

However, Zhang Qian used a trick that Zhang Chen had never expected, and replied: "What about you, are you not looking for a partner because you like Wang Yu?"

The two siblings looked at each other, and one of them continued to write down his thoughts and feelings arduously.

One continues to polish the jokes.

…

With Lin Yao here, breakfast is always sumptuous.

Bai Wei has been in estrus these past two days, always very excited.

I was so excited after having breakfast.

He kept telling Lin Yao how to decorate the new house.

She is equally tortured by ideals and reality.

Ideal house: Bai Wei said... I want a big terrace.

I want a big floor-to-ceiling window.

I want to sit like a sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It is best to put your laptop on your body and write while lying down...

Cool!

Wang Yu instantly brought her back to reality: when the house construction starts in the next year, the house price will rise to about 2,770.

A minimum house of 110 square meters costs 300,000.

The renovation of water and electricity will cost you more than 2,000, the basic decoration will cost you 30,000 to 40,000, and the kitchen and bathroom will cost you another 20,000 to 30,000...

Wang Yu looked at Bai Wei seriously, "From the time you buy the house to the time you move in, even if you pay a down payment, you may need about 150,000."

The corners of Bai Wei's mouth twitched, damn, it was still beautiful in the dream...

Bai Wei glared at Wang Yu fiercely, "Yes, I can't compare with you. We work hard and the risks are worth a thousand."

"You spend three days fishing and two days drying the net, and the risk is worth 200,000 yuan!"

Wang Yu was not ashamed at all, "Yes, if this were not the case, why would the average annual income of Guohua employees be 220,000?"

"I'm putting semen on your face!"

"Get out!" Bai Wei's fists were fierce, "There are meetings in the branch these days. You won't go to the meeting, and you won't come to work at the unit."

"snort……"

Damn he's dead... Wang Yu didn't dare to look at Lin Yao. Lin Yao should have always thought Wang Yu was at work.

"Xiao Bai, you seem to be a female general!" Wang Yu looked at Bai Wei with a smile, "Did you know? If you were in ancient times and two armies were facing each other, you would ride on your horse and charge."

"Everyone and the horse is dead. Only you and your horse are alive."

Bai Wei looked matter-of-fact and raised her head proudly, "Isn't that what it should be?"

Wang Yu asked, "Do you know why?"

Bai Wei's eyes were full of confusion, "Why?"

"Hello!"

Bai Wei couldn't take the joke and became even more confused, "My horse is hi? My horse is hi?"

Wang Yu nodded heavily, "You are so happy, Ma!"

"My old horse is super high?" Bai Wei always felt something strange.

Wang Yu put the last bit of steamed bun into his mouth. Lin Yao was about to serve Wang Yu some rice. Wang Yu shook his head and said, "I don't have much appetite. Just eat two steamed buns."

Lin Yao blushed and said softly, "My parents are already on vacation. They said you can arrange the time."
To be continued...