Suddenly, she remembered that today was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, a great day for family reunion.
On this day, my mother went to the United States to see her younger brother Tianhao; my father went to the UK to see his lover Sun Xiuting; and Han Murphy was in Europe to accompany his grandmother.
The warm liquid slid gently from the corner of her eyes, dripping on the floor and into the cup in her hand.
Pure white milk, disturbed by tears, makes ripples in circles.
Wiping the tears on her face, she picked up the cup and took another sip, but unexpectedly found that the slightly sweet milk had become extremely bitter.
Putting down the milk glass in her hand, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
The white moon is like a high-altitude goddess, overlooking the entire earth... beautiful, proud, and lonely.
Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the baptism of moonlight and listened to the resonance between herself and the moon.
I don't know how long it took, but a pair of strong arms hugged her tightly from behind, melting her cold body with his warm embrace.
"Tian Ai, what's wrong, can't you sleep?" Alan's affectionate voice came to his ears.
"Well, yes, I haven't been able to sleep well recently because of the company's affairs." Zheng Tianai replied.
"Tell me about it, maybe I can help you." Allen asked with interest.
Originally, Zheng Tianai did not plan to discuss this issue with Allen.
Because Allen is in the entertainment industry, it's okay to ask him to talk about acting, literature and art, and relationships. But asking him to talk about economics? It's probably a game of bullshit.
But for some reason, she suddenly wanted to hear the opinions of Allen, a bystander, so she said, "I plan to merge with Yixin or Youmei. Which one would be more beneficial to me?"
After the words fell, Allen was stunned and stood there speechless for a long time.
Looking at the embarrassed expression on Allen's face, Zheng Tianai understood that he might not even know what kind of company Yixin and Youmei were.
"Yi Xin and Youmei... are in network IT?" Allen blushed and asked hesitantly.
"Yes, our company makes the same product."
"Then what's the difference between them and your company? Why do you want to merge them?"
Facing Allen's question, Zheng Tianai smiled, feeling that his impulsiveness just now was too ridiculous.
Talking about mergers and acquisitions with someone who doesn't understand economics at all is always a joke.