Chapter 15 Fifteen Countdown to Layoffs

According to the current social development status of our country, Song Fenglin can actually be considered middle class.

However, there are so many hidden talents in the city of Ningjiang that he often feels that he is still very poor.

Especially in Starbucks after lunch break.

The table on the left is discussing 1 billion yuan in financing, and the table on the right is studying whether to buy a Porsche or a Ferrari.

The joy of receiving a quarterly bonus of more than 100,000 yuan just yesterday disappeared from Song Fenglin's heart.

He went downstairs to stretch his muscles, and now he only gained a new understanding of the world. He slowly returned to the company with his coffee.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, the front desk clerk tipped me off: "Mr. Xu from BlueChuang just left, and he didn't have a good conversation with Mr. Zhang."

This round of financing was discussed with BlueChuang, and it seems that there have been changes recently.

Song Fenglin could guess how Mr. Zhang felt and decided to leave work on time today.

Unfortunately, he ran too slowly and missed everyone who was supposed to come to him.

Zhang Peng blocked him in the office and talked for a long time, but the main point was still one - let him talk to Mr. He.

Mr. He probably knew that there were still normal people supporting him, so after he regained some power, he only looked at Song Fenglin with a somewhat favorable attitude.

To be honest, Song Fenglin didn't want to get involved with this couple at all.

He made an excuse and wanted to slip away at six o'clock, but was stopped by Mr. He again.

She was in a weak position in this situation, and Song Fenglin could not refuse, so he had to say, "Mr. He, it's not appropriate for the two of us to have dinner together. How about we go to my wife's shop and sit down?"

When the coffee shop opened, Mr. He even sent a flower basket.

She said, "Okay, I haven't had much appetite lately anyway."

Song Fenglin is a good man with many good qualities in his nature, but because he spent almost his entire childhood in his parents' quarrels, what he hated most when he grew up was getting involved in other people's family disputes.

However, it still remains the same, he is a good man, even if he doesn't want to, he has to put himself in a difficult position sometimes, and hide his feelings.

Perhaps only the person next to you can see the truth.

Chen Yun knew it from his aggrieved look, so she greeted the customer and asked, "I made bagels. Can I put ham and eggs in them for you?"

She had time for this, as it seemed that business was not very good today.

Song Fenglin nodded: "Have you eaten?"

Chen Yun: "I ate at five o'clock. I've gained weight recently, so I have to eat dinner earlier. Don't drag me to have midnight snacks in the future."

Song Fenglin couldn't remember the last time he dragged her to eat, and said, "Then you must be very hungry tonight."

I can hardly wear last year's clothes, so I'll just be hungry.

Chen Yun: "I believe my fat can hold up."

With her physique, how much fat can she have?

Song Fenglin looked him up and down, and considering that Mr. He was still there, he didn't say anything else.

Mr. He tactfully gave the couple some space to talk, and he sat in the corner in a daze.

She fiddled with the cup of water, and her back looked infinitely lonely.

Song Fenglin sat opposite her: "There is bread in the store, have a bite later."

Mr. He: "You're welcome, I'll leave after a few words."

Mr. Zhang also wanted to chat in the afternoon, but it ended up taking two hours.

Song Fenglin was prepared for a protracted war, but he didn't expect the other party to go straight to the point: "If I want to bring down Zhang Peng, can you help me?"

If this happened in ancient times, it would probably be equivalent to the queen asking the general to join in a rebellion.

Even though Mr. Zhang handled relationships between men and women improperly, he was still a good leader to Song Fenglin.

He said, "I can't help it."

The answer was already expected, and Mr. He planned to take it step by step.

She took a sip of the coffee that had just been served: "You know my abilities and character. If..."

What followed was probably something like money can tempt people. Song Fenglin knew it without having to listen.

He took a piece of the apple that his wife had specially cut for him and ate it. The juice slowly overflowed from his mouth. His movements were so slow that it seemed as if he was thinking.

Mr. He still thought there was a chance, and continued, "You don't have to worry about financing, I have friends..."

Song Fenglin interrupted, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I really can't do it."

He wanted to get out of this mess as soon as possible, so he chose what he thought was the most sincere way: "To me, you are all friends."

Are friends something indestructible?

Mr. He no longer believes that the relationship between husband and wife of more than ten years will come to nothing.

She was scheming and said with a smile, "Okay, let's not talk about this."

Song Fenglin breathed a sigh of relief, chatted with her about work for a few more minutes, and politely saw her to the door.

Chen Yun stood behind the bar to avoid suspicion, and only said, "Clear the table" after everyone left.

Song Fenglin had a "special meal" and did not pay for it, so how could he act like he was the boss of his customers?

He washed the used cup and said, "I always feel that the company is going to be in chaos."

Chen Yun: "You are more tired because of the couple than working overtime until the early morning for half a month."

Song Fenglin is good at work, but recently he has encountered all kinds of unexpected things that are beyond his ability.

He didn't really want to face it, so he closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again: "Take it one step at a time."

Chen Yun was very considerate: "The bow of a bridge will naturally be straight. If it's not straight, just throw it away."

Song Fenglin's life was once full of tension and anxiety. If he had to describe it specifically, it was like a broken ship without a dock.

He hammered the nails in one by one, but he was still worried every minute whether it would sink.

Getting married cured his wandering to a great extent, but it also brought him pressure and motivation because he had someone he cared about more.

Thinking of the uncertainty of work, he regretted: "The last time a headhunter called me, I rejected it too quickly."

Given his personality, leaving the workplace that is as familiar as another home is also a kind of torture.

Chen Yun tapped a few times on her phone and handed it to him: "Our biggest expenses now are the mortgage and the children's tuition, plus the monthly fixed expenses for living expenses are around 60,000."

Song Fenglin took a look at the balance in the deposit and figured out how long the two million would last without having to think.

He subconsciously said, "I've saved so much."

The salary was just a formality in his hands. Even the annual personal tax declaration was done by Chen Yun. What could he know?

She said, "I'm very thrifty, okay."

Song Fenglin: "Let's buy whatever we can afford."

He didn't boast that he would buy the whole world for her. Being pragmatic is one of his greatest virtues.

Chen Yun: "You are lucky. My parents have provided me with everything I need. I don't like to buy things."

According to this logic, Song Fenglin feels that he should be keen on consumption now.

But he really didn't have much idea of ​​shopping, and scratched his face: "Let's go shopping?"

It was boring enough for Chen Yun to go shopping alone, and they looked at each other in confusion when he was added.

But then she thought: "It's just right, I'll buy you a birthday present."

Song Fenglin: "I don't really want anything."

Chen Yun: "Then let's go for grilled fish?"

Wait, who said they didn't want to have a midnight snack just now.

Song Fenglin teased: "Aren't you going to lose weight?"

Chen Yun said confidently: "We are having this meal to celebrate your birthday in advance."

Okay, Song Fenglin looked at his watch: "I'll go order first and reserve a seat. I can eat here when you close."

He had a good plan, but things didn't go as he wished.

Chen Yun was about to shut down the machine, but then a large order of thirty cups came up. After that, she cleaned up the bar. When she arrived, she didn't know what time it was.

Song Fenglin sat facing the door, looking at his phone and then looking outside.

He looked up and down frequently enough not to miss anyone, and saw her approach and unpack the dishes.

Chen Yun: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Song Fenglin: "No."

He rinsed the dishes and chopsticks: "You have waited for me longer than this before."

Chen Yun: "It is because you are always late that I like to eat here."

The fish in this restaurant is caught and killed immediately. It is normal to wait an hour or two for the dishes to be served during peak hours, and it takes another hour or so to wait for the fish to be cooked.

Waiting for someone who is never coming is frustrating, and the only way to find peace is in the anticipation of delicious food.

Although he apologized every time, Song Fenglin said again: "I'm sorry."

Chen Yun: "You are busy with work."

At that time, the company had just released a hit game, and everyone wanted to strike while the iron was hot, so they had to brainstorm from time to time.

Song Fenglin: "I always say I won't be busy in the future, but I didn't expect I'm still busy now."

There is gain and loss, and sugarcane cannot be sweet at both ends.

Chen Yun counted on her fingers: "The number of times we have eaten alone recently is as many as the total number in the past six months."

Thinking of this, the troubles brought by work became another blessing in disguise.

Song Fenglin had a treasonous thought: I might as well let the company go bankrupt.

The next second he withdrew this ominous thought, not knowing that good things in the world always work but bad things work.