"Today is my birthday!" Qiu Xiaoyou said, pushing his hands forward with a victorious smile on his face: "So I make the decision."
In the winter in Jiangnan, there is no place more comfortable than the bed. Fortunately, there is air conditioning in the room and it is always on.
The brand of the air conditioner is "Chunlan", which is very kind. Later, it also sponsored the World Go Competition. And later...
Today is New Year's Eve, so Qiu Xiaoyou still couldn't bear to leave and got out of bed. Fang Zhe, with his eyes closed, subconsciously rubbed his arms, it was not easy to use him as a pillow all night.
Ten minutes later, Hou Zhe opened his eyes. In fact, he knew exactly what happened, but he just didn't want to open his eyes.
Lying there, Fang Zhe was thinking about a question: What kind of person am I?
In the end, there is no clear answer. I have to get up obediently. If I go back too late, grandma and grandma may have started preparations early.
The difference between men and women came to light at this time. Qiu Xiaoyou, a senior official who was deeply influenced by Japanese culture, would never go out to meet people without makeup. Fang Zhe even took a hot bath and came out, but she was still there looking at
The mirror torments that face.
"How much does this room cost per day?" Qiu Xiaoyou asked casually, and Fang Zhe shook his head: "I don't know, I never asked."
"This is the level of decoration of a five-star hotel." Qiu Xiaoyou rarely exaggerated. He put on a simple light makeup. It sounds like he has a good foundation. Seeing Fang Zhe waiting, Qiu Xiaoyou smiled and said: "Please wait a little longer."
Yes, does the restaurant here serve breakfast?”
"I don't know, I've never lived there." Fang Zhe replied feebly. Qiu Xiaoyou became even happier. He came forward to straighten his collar: "Thank you for your hard work. Please call the front desk and ask."
Fang Zhe glanced at the watch on his wrist: "Well, it's almost half past nine. Do you think it's appropriate for someone to make you breakfast at this time?"
I used to think Qiu Xiaoyou's facial lines were a bit hard, but today they look softer.
"Excuse me, please wait for another ten minutes." Qiu Xiaoyou put on his clothes with a smile on his face, and Fang Zhe's eyes wandered around the room. This room is really nice, with one bedroom and one living room, and carpets. Fang Zhe thinks it's not too cheap. In fact,
If it were not Fang Zhe, Xiaozhao would not be accepted.
For Siwei Xiaozhao, it was the first time since its establishment to earn foreign exchange. Qiu Xiaoyou lost 500 US dollars as a deposit. The waiter didn't bother them at all. When the two of them came out dressed like a dog, the manager
He showed up, holding the deposit form in both hands and handed it over: "How many days do you have to stay so that we can arrange for service personnel to be on duty?"
Fang Zhe lowered his head and glanced, Qiu Xiaoyou said: "Let's go back to Songjiang together, when will you leave?"
Fang Zhe told the manager to check out on the fifth day of the new year. The manager smiled and excused himself. When the two got in the car, Fang Zhe still asked: "Does your family care about you?" Qiu Xiaoyou's face darkened when he heard this question: "If I hadn't gotten into college
Scholarship, now all the children are doing it. Why am I working so hard to make money? My whole family is counting on me to make a living."
There aren't many cars on the streets of Jiangcheng, so it's impossible to get stuck in a traffic jam, especially today, when people don't go out unless necessary.
Looking at the low buildings on both sides of the street, Qiu Xiaoyou said with emotion: "It's a strange feeling. This place is obviously very backward, why do I feel like it so much?"
Fang Zhe, who was driving, squinted slightly: "Being behind is temporary. Now you like this place because of the people."
Qiu Xiaoyou looked over mockingly: "You are so thick-skinned! I'm curious where your confidence comes from. You don't look like a mainlander at all. I remember that when I first saw you, you had a...
With condescending arrogance.”
"Confidence is because it is strong enough. The Chinese government has the ability to maintain the stability of the country. As a Chinese, why can't I be confident?" Fang Zhe replied in a matter-of-fact manner. Qiu Xiaoyou frowned slightly: "Who?
Are you concerned about the country? I’m asking a personal question, so don’t avoid the question.”
Fang Zhe smiled and did not answer. His expression seemed to say: You see, no one believes the truth.
Grandma stood at the door of the yard with a cane. She watched the car approaching and stopped, then slowly turned around and went back to the house. The wind in Jiangcheng was a bit strong, but Fang Zhe didn't feel the cold when she got out of the car. This area will be demolished in the future.
After they bought a new family building, Yu Fen came back from other places and wanted to give the house to Fang Zhe, but he couldn't.
People need emotions! When Fang Zhe got out of the car, he suddenly felt that he seemed a little selfish. Was it influenced by his parents?
Qiu Xiaoyou can cook, but Fang Zhe kicked her away and asked her to accompany her grandmother. Fang Zhe helped her aunt in the kitchen, and the two of them were busy preparing a New Year's Eve dinner. There was no dumpling maker in Jiangcheng.
There are not many habits and things.
There was a table full of dishes. After the four of them sat down, Fang Zhe opened a bottle of red wine and poured a glass for his grandmother.
Fang Zhe, who raised his cup, stood up: "Suddenly I don't know what to say? The words came to my lips but I forgot them. Let's be more vulgar. I wish everyone a happy new year, all your wishes come true, and all the best."
"
The smile on grandma's face has never stopped, and Qiu Xiaoyou's smile is also very real. For Fang Zhe, the mood is very complicated this New Year, but she always has to move forward and look forward.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Fang Zhe left quietly. It was not the Spring Festival in the United States, and Qiu Xiaoyou had business to take care of, so he couldn't stay for a long time. Fang Zhe, who returned to Songjiang, chose his old residence and called Yan Zixiang over with a phone call.
The licensing contract has already been prepared.
Seeing Fang Zhe's Yan Zixiang's expression as expected, he was not so polite to Qiu Xiaoyou: "I'm Bai Li's best friend, and I have to work overtime during the New Year holiday, so don't expect me to give you a good look.
."
Qiu Xiaoyou was not angry, but looked like a winner: "What I care about is authorization, nothing else matters."
Fang Zhe took advantage of Qiu Xiaoyou's signature and seal and said to Yan Zixiang, "Have you thought about it? Yuanda Company lacks a legal minister."
"With an annual salary of 100,000 yuan, I will give up my public service and come here!" Yan Zixiang offered an unacceptable condition. At least at the moment, no full-time legal lawyer can get such a salary.
Fang Zhe was well prepared and answered decisively: "The monthly salary is two thousand, and the year-end bonus is half a year's salary. It will be contracted for three years initially, with an increase of 20% every year. After three years, a new contract will be made, and the company will earn 0.5% of the salary."
Stock options can only be distributed as dividends and cannot be transferred, and will be recovered upon resignation."
"You are too biased. Fang Lihua is entitled to 3% dry stock options after three years." Yan Zixiang looked unhappy. Fang Zhe knew very well that she was pretending: "You joined too late.
Just hide and laugh when I give you dividends. You know very well that the stock options of other company executives are not as good as yours."
After signing, Qiu Xiaoyou watched the two bickering with a smile, silently estimating the value of the shares in her hands now.
"Okay then, I'll resign after the Chinese New Year." Yan Zixiang agreed. It was still too difficult to climb up in the law firm.
Qiu Xiaoyou asked with a smile: "Where is my dividend?" Fang Zhe turned to look at her coldly: "If I remember correctly, the contract was drawn up like this when the stock exchange was exchanged. You hold the shares of Yuanda Company, but you will not participate.
Dividends in the domestic market. The shares I hold will not participate in your company’s dividend distribution.”
Qiu Xiaoyou said bitterly: "I regret it, can't I?" Fang Zhe said lightly: "It's too late to regret it now. Wu Mingzhu also regretted it, so she didn't complain." Qiu Xiaoyou said nothing, but complained in his heart: Is she qualified?
?
"Sanshu Company has obtained the qualification of the overseas general agent of Yiren brand. Although it does not include the US market, it does not need to pay a penny for the agency fee. Aren't you satisfied?" Yan Zixiang couldn't look at Qiu Xiaoyou anymore.
, secretly complaining about Bai Li, this silly woman, just got shares in a specialty store.
Qiu Xiaoyou didn't look at Yan Zixiang, but stared at Fang Zhe, with a strange smile on his face, the tip of his tongue passed over his lips, and he imitated Fang Zhe's words: "I just like it when you don't like me and take advantage of me.
Any way."
Fang Zhe said decisively before Yan Zixiang took action: "Okay, it's getting late. Your flight tickets haven't been booked yet, right?"
Yan Zixiang got up and left with her bag. After going out, she took out her mobile phone and talked as she walked: "Bai Li, your Fang Zhe is back with that coquettish bitch Qiu Xiaoyou..." Balabala said,
Bai Li smiled and said, "You already said you signed the agency contract, what else do you want me to say?"
"No, isn't the point that she appeared with Fang Zhe? You should ask Fang Zhe if he spent this year with her." Yan Zixiang's judgment is still very accurate. Qiu Xiaoyou's expression,
She could tell there was something wrong.
Bai Li didn't care and said, "What will happen between me and Fang Zhe? He said he would take me home for the New Year, but I refused."
Yan Zixiang sounded like Mrs. Xianglin: "You are so stupid! I am so stupid!"
I don't know if she was stupid or not, but Fang Zhe drove Qiu Xiaoyou to the airport in the afternoon. Fang Zhe never expected that she would leave in such a hurry.
Before getting on the plane, Fang Zhe reminded: "When developing the market, don't waste too much energy on the Japanese and Korean markets." Qiu Xiaoyou asked inexplicably: "Why?"
Fang Zhe said calmly: "Yiren is a brand of Huaxia, and it has not become a particularly famous brand in the United States. According to the personalities of the people in these two countries, it is difficult to accept Huaxia's brand."
Qiu Xiaoyou thought for a while: "Sanshu Company is registered in the United States. As long as we don't mention Yiren's Chinese attributes, isn't it all over?"
Fang Zhe hesitated for a moment: "If you think it works, just try it. I'm not very optimistic about it anyway."
When Fang Zhe returned to his residence, he still saw Bai Li, wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen. He heard the noise and came out to take a look: "The dishes are all brought from home, not made by me. Just heat them up."
Fang Zhe nodded. Bai Li didn't mention Qiu Xiaoyou, and neither did Fang Zhe. After a while, Bai Li came out holding a casserole in both hands and put it on the dining table: "It's just old chicken soup tonight, I brought some crispy rice to make it."
Is it okay to eat it?"
"It's just a soup, why are you so aggressive?" Fang Zhe smiled helplessly, and Bai Li smiled back: "Life still needs a sense of ritual." Fang Zhe suddenly remembered that Qiu Xiaoyou's birthday gift seemed to be himself.