At noon, Lao Yao called Yu Wenhao. In fact, before that, Cao Fang had already sent a WeChat message to Yu Wenhao, telling him that your friend was gone. Yu Wenhao asked how she was, and Cao Fang said that it seemed that they had talked about it.
Well, after he left, the director told us that we had never seen such a eloquent person, and people had to believe what he said.
Yu Wenhao laughed. It seemed that Lao Yao was really ready and had used all his previous skills.
Yu Wenhao took his mobile phone and asked Lao Yao: "How is it?"
"I got it, I got it, I've got my first letter of intent, and now I'm going to get the second one." Lao Yao shouted excitedly on the phone.
Yu Wenhao thought of a person, and he said: "Old Yao, let me introduce you to a person who invites him to dinner. This person is the deputy director of our street. If he greets you, dozens of communities in our street will
, you can take it all down.”
"Great, please send it to me quickly." Lao Yao said.
Yu Wenhao and the deputy director had dinner together several times and got to know each other. He sent the deputy director's contact information to Lao Yao. After thinking about it, he felt that his face was not big enough, so he called Er Mao and asked Er Mao to talk to him.
An old colleague said hello and said that there was such a person and he would come to visit him.
At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Wenhao was in the workshop. Lao Yao called him and said that the director had already been there. He said that the meal would be waived, but what I wanted to do was a good thing, and he supported me and helped me.
I said hello.
"Le Yu, starting from tomorrow, I will plow your streets first." Lao Yao said.
Yu Wenhao said: "Okay, Lao Yao, I wish you success!"
"Uncle, this place is not on the map?"
Yu Wen was so funny that he couldn't stop laughing. He said: "Then think about it, your parents are so happy when they get your gift, and you won't be heartbroken. When your dad is happy, he will give you a reward.
I’ll give you ten times the money.”
"Brother Yu, can I treat you to dinner tonight?" Jiang Yihe asked.
Jiang Yihe smiled happily: "I haven't made money yet, but I have been paid. This is the first time I have received a salary."
"What's wrong?"
Yu Wenhao nodded: "Go."
Yu Wenhao happily returned to the office. His cell phone rang. It was a WeChat voice message. Jiang Yihe was looking for him. Yu Wenhao quickly picked up the phone.
Jiang Yihe laughed on the other end of WeChat, and Yu said hello: "When you get your salary, you should buy some gifts for your parents."
"It's not Zhuantang, it's not Zhuantang. I just made a mistake. I was going to Shuangpu. Do you know Shuangpu?"
"Uncle, have you had dinner?" Yu asked after starting the car.
Yu Wenhao asked back: "What, you got rich?"
Yu Wenhao said he knew, "Just go to Fuyang and Hangcheng Cigarette Factory soon, right?"
"My dad likes to drink Maotai, and he drinks 53 degrees. I just saw it, and it costs more than 2,000. My mother uses Dior lipstick, which costs more than 300. Now, half of my salary is gone."
Jiang Yihe said.
Jiang Yihe laughed: "My father doesn't know how. He doesn't care about money and never gives me money. My mother definitely can."
The old gentleman mentioned a place, but he said it in Hangzhou dialect. Yu Wenhao searched it, but could not find the place name on the map. Yu Wenhao said:
Yu Wenhao said yes, "In this way, I will be at home on Saturday and Sunday mornings. If you don't go back to Lin'an, you can come over and have lunch at my house. However, it will not be a good meal."
"Okay, okay, then I'll come over on Saturday." Jiang Yihe said to Yu Wenhao, and Yu Wenhao said yes.
Yu Wenhao said: "Congratulations to you. It's a good thing to get a salary. There's no need to treat me to dinner. I don't have time... Wait, don't speak, don't try to support me. With your own salary, you have to support me."
I can’t afford it.”
Yu Wenhao laughed and asked, "When did you become so stingy?"
"Yes, I'm lucky. I caught up with the salary payment time. The boss said that I joined last month, so of course I have last month's salary to pay."
When Yu Wenhao said yes, he thought what the old gentleman said was probably their usual name, which was different from the official name on the map.
"Go home, go back to my own home." The old gentleman said, "This is my son's home."
Jiang Yihe frowned: "I don't feel anything when I swipe other cards. I have to swipe my own salary card. This card is very pitiful. There is only a small amount of money in it, more than 6,000. I feel heartache when I swipe it."
Woolen cloth?"
"Uncle, you are going to Zhuantang, right?"
"It's already night, where are you going?"
"It's different, Xiao Jiang, this is the money you earned yourself. Even if you buy an ice cream for each of them, they will be very happy." Yu Wenhao said.
"If you go to Shuangpu, where will you go?"
"Oh, I understand, Brother Yu, let me go buy a bar. My father likes to drink. I remembered and bought a lipstick for my mother." Jiang Yihe said.
"Uh-huh." Jiang Yihe shouted, "Brother Yu..."
Putting down the phone, Yu Wenhao was very happy when he thought that this should be a good start for Lao Yao. He was happy for Lao Yao and for himself, although he couldn't say what he was happy about. This matter had nothing to do with him.
relationship, but he was still happy.
Although it has entered April, the climate this year is a bit strange. The weather is still very cold and there is no sign of getting warmer. However, the days are still getting longer. Yu Wenhao took the order and sent the customer to Zhongshan Middle Road
, received another order, and the customer was at Pinghai Apartment. When Yu said hello and drove over to pick up the customer, it was still bright.
"Yes, that's right there."
"Just drive there. When you get to Shuangpu, I will tell you how to get there," the old gentleman said.
The old gentleman nodded behind and said he had eaten.
The guest opened the back door and sat in. After checking the last number on his cell phone with him, Yu asked:
Yu Wen said with a smile: "Then you go and bribe her."
"Take me to see little sister Qianqian. I look at her photos every morning and I feel like I'm very familiar with her." Jiang Yihe said.
Yu Wenhao received a guest at the gate of Yuewang Road. The guest was an old man in his seventies. His white hair was neatly combed. He wore a zippered black jacket and the zipper was almost unzipped.
It was down to the neck, and a pair of leather shoes on his feet were polished.
"You've only been here for a few days and you've already been paid?" Yu Wenhao asked.
Yu Wenhao nodded and understood. At this time, the sky outside began to get darker.
Jiang Yihe snorted: "What a joke, they still use me to buy gifts?"
After a while, the phone rang, and it was Jiang Yihe again. As soon as Yu Wenhao picked up the phone, Jiang Yihe sighed on the phone, and Yu Wenhao asked: "What's wrong?"