Without Gao Miaoyu, Jiang Chunhui's heart would be seriously unbalanced.
He resented Sang Xiaoyu.
If you give, you will be rewarded, but Sang Xiaoyu took his contribution and did not take any actual actions except to comfort him with a few words. This made him helpless and unable to explain clearly.
You can't say it out loud, I'm helping you just to get you. You can't say this out loud. Although I have mentioned it countless times with insinuations and indirections, Sang Xiaoyu's ability to play dumb is better than that of an Oscar winner.
Jiang Chunhui, who became more and more angry as he thought about it, took a tea cup and broke the glass in the photo frame. The broken glass reflected on the desk, and he swept a jade pen holder that he liked very much to the ground and broke it.
The pen holder was spinning and jumping on the ground, and the crisp sound of broken glass sounded...
The little secretary ran in and asked Jiang Chunhui to scold him.
Jiang Chunhui gave Sang Xiaoyu half a year. If she was still indifferent within half a year, he...
He hasn't decided what to do yet.
He has now returned to his old life. On the one hand, he is living the life of yesterday with ease, but on the other hand, he misses the time when he was clean and self-sufficient.
He set a goal and found a confidante, but he was not happy at all. He looked at Sang Xiaoyu's phone number on his mobile phone every day, and he was worried about gains and losses.
One day, Jiang Chunhui deliberately mistook Gao Miaoyu for Sang Xiaoyu in order to please her.
He remembered that he once helped Sang Xiaoyu wash the dishes. Sang Xiaoyu squeezed him away because he was afraid of wasting water. Jiang Chunhui repeated his old trick and wanted to wash the dishes for her. He deliberately put the water in a large amount to let them rinse the bowl.
He refused to even use his hands, letting the white water rush into the sink without restraint.
Gao Miaoyu said that he didn't need to wash it and turned a blind eye to his actions.
He found that Gao Miaoyu was indifferent and didn't let her wash the dishes just to please her. As for the water, she didn't seem to care at all.
He immediately felt bored.
She and Sang Xiaoyu seemed to be from two generations.
He found that Gao Miaoyu and Sang Xiaoyu were not of the same type at all.
Sang Xiaoyu is cheerful when she is happy and silent when she is unhappy.
But Gao Miaoyu is different. She keeps an eye on Jiang Chunhui all the time. Jiang Chunhui's every move is her barometer. She acts coquettishly when she should be coquettish and laughs when she should laugh.
She's pretty cute, but she can't be as natural as Sang Xiaoyu.
Jiang Chunhui felt that he was really nothing, and he often felt bad about her only after he had used her up.
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Spring in the north always comes late. Because of the delay, people who have been dormant all winter in the Meilan River rush to the streets. The streets are filled with red flowers and green willows, and even the elderly are getting fresher.
In the park in the early morning, there are always some old people wielding swords, wearing dazzling red clothes, which are very conspicuous in the crowd, and those young people who are chasing the trend dress themselves extremely cool, which makes people look at them.
They are cold.
Sang Xiaoyu got into the car driven by Xiao Zhao with soy milk and fried dough sticks. She asked Xiao Zhao if he had eaten. Xiao Zhao said that he should finish eating before leaving. Sang Xiaoyu said no, and said that he slept too late last night.
Compared with Jiang Chunhui's complexity, Sang Xiaoyu's life is much simpler.
After the holiday, we entered a period of depression. Although there were interviews and reports on TV, they were not as lively as the Green Expo and the Spring Festival.
Sister Wei comforted Sang Xiaoyu and said that this was the most real sales volume and sales had entered a stable period.
Sales in other counties are on the rise, but in Sister Wei's words, the results are not optimistic, but she also said that if it can be maintained at this level, the factory will be stable.
Sang Xiaoyu was unwilling to give in. She took out the spirit of setting up a street stall and began to vigorously promote it. No matter how big or small the restaurant was, she would run it herself.
Sometimes she visited 50 or 60 stores in a day, but only two or three wanted a little bit. But Sang Xiaoyu was not discouraged. She made the salespeople just like her and persevered.
There is no salesperson like her, and muddling along is the mentality of most people. What can Sang Xiaoyu do even if she is made of iron?
She talks to Sister Wei, Zhao Chunling and even Fei Jiani every day to discuss how to expand the market next. If this continues, she will be a wealthy person.
Sister Wei poured cold water on her head, saying that such an industry could only be settled by a small amount of money, and that the possibility of getting rich overnight was unthinkable.
Sang Xiaoyu had never thought about looking for Jiang Chunhui.
Although his hotel was not the main force, it still stole the show at the Green Expo. Sang Xiaoyu made some calculations and felt that it was time for their hotel to purchase goods.
She never saw Jiang Chunhui's shadow, and thought he had gone abroad or on a business trip again.
In Sang Xiaoyu's philosophy, if he is busy, she will not disturb him.
But Zhao Chunling was uneasy.
That day, when she was singing at karaoke, she received a call from Jiang Chunhui, and she didn't know why she told him about it. Her original intention was to make Jiang Chunhui work harder. Unexpectedly, she kept asking Jiang Chunhui to work harder in the factory.
Jiang Chunhui was never seen again.
Zhao Chunling was sensitively aware that Jiang Chunhui was probably angry.
She asked Sang Xiaoyu to find Jiang Chunhui in a roundabout way. Sang Xiaoyu was confused and asked why she was looking for him? He must be very busy now.
Zhao Chunling wanted to say it but didn't dare. Which leader would want the most trusted person around him to be a lookout? So he never dared to say it, hoping that they would stop acting like children and it would be fine in a few days.
Just when Zhao Chunling was looking forward to Jiang Chunhui's appearance every day, something happened to Sang Xiaoyu.
Blessings come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.
Today is an ordinary Friday.
Sang Xiaoyu was counting the payment slips with Sister Wei in the yard of the factory. The driver pulling the goods said that one of the slips must have been written incorrectly and he didn't know how to modify it.
Sister Wei studied it carefully and decided to go to the wholesale point in person to coordinate. She also asked Sang Xiaoyu if she wanted to go there?
Sang Xiaoyu rarely goes to the wholesale point, so she might as well go and have a look when she has nothing to do.
She called Xiao Zhao, and when she was about to leave, she saw a taxi rushing into the yard like crazy.
Both Sang Xiaoyu and Sister Wei were shocked, and Sister Wei even cursed: You are looking for death.
The person who got out of the car was Wang Ximo.
Sang Xiaoyu shouted: "You are crazy, driving so fast."
Wang Ximo's face was serious, and his expression was extremely panicked. He didn't care about anything and pulled Sang Xiaoyu into her office, and then locked the door specially.
Sang Xiaoyu was also scared and asked: "What happened? What happened?"
Wang Ximo said with a bitter face: "Something big is going to happen. I have something important that I need your help with. I have found many people, but you are the only one who can help me..."
Sang Xiaoyu nodded, asked him to calm down, and asked: "What is it? If I can help, I will definitely help."
Wang Ximo used his fist to find his head and said: "There is something wrong with one of my projects. They originally promised to hand over all the projects in the second half of the year to me, but now they suddenly regretted it and insisted on me to account for it."