3 03

◎No more worries. ◎

"Chen Zui." Liang Yuwei stopped her.

When Chen Zui heard his name, his first reaction was that he had left something behind.

She slowed down and looked back with doubt.

"I heard that you also went today."

Chen Zui didn't want to talk more, so he simply said: "Well, I went there late."

Liang Yuwei pointed to the thick booklet in her hand and asked casually: "That's the future Tiancheng's company profile?"

Chen lowered his head and took a look. The book was too big and she had to hold it in her hand.

It turns out he saw this, no wonder he knew he was in this business.

"Yes."

"Are you cooperating?"

"Not yet."

Liang Yuwei looked at the clean and flawless face in front of him. He knew that the girl in front of him was like this before and still is now. She would never take the initiative. Let the conversation go deep.

She can take the initiative to speak, and it will not have any impact, and it will save a lot of detours in her work. But that's not her style.

She doesn't seek help from anyone, no matter big or small, work or life.

The past experience is like a heavy rain. Even if you never see it again, you will never forget that kind of bad weather.

She chooses to carry an umbrella with her at all times.

She was already living another life. She chose to give up all interactions with the people and things in the past.

We met briefly, then never saw each other again. That's fine.

Chen Zui's car arrived. After saying goodbye to Liang Yuwei, she opened the back door.

Liang Yuwei stood on the roadside, with only a lonely evening star in the night sky projecting a lonely coordinate.

He jotted down the license plate number of the online ride-hailing car and sent it to the file transfer assistant.

After a while, Liang Yuwei got into the car, and his friend Zhou Mo sent a message: What are you doing? Check people?

He frowned and realized that he had sent the wrong license plate number to Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo is the financial director of EM Block and is Liang Yuwei’s friend for many years. Liang Yuwei returned to China and chose to join the EM Group because of Zhou Mo.

But Zhou Mo's words woke him up, and he happened to dial the phone.

"Help me check, what projects are Tiancheng currently serving or involved in in the future?"

"Tiancheng in the future?" Zhou Mo didn't react for a moment, thinking he was going to back up the information, "Isn't their company already in the database? What else are you checking?"

"No need to go into details, just list it out for me."

"What do you want to do?"

"Personal use, nothing to do with work."

Zhou Mo understood his sense of proportion and responded: "Okay, I'll send it to you tomorrow afternoon."

" Before noon tomorrow."

"Are you human? Liang Yuwei——"

Liang Yuwei hung up the phone, sat quietly in the car, and rubbed his face.

-Liang

Yuwei drove home and when he entered the basement, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

He slowed down the car and lowered the window: "Brother?"

Liang Yucheng stepped forward and put his hand casually on the side of his car: "Stay overnight."

"Get in the car." Liang Yuwei looked at him and raised his eyebrows, "Why not? Go right up?"

"Isn't this inconvenient for you?" "The only inconvenience I have is that people think I'm engaged." Liang

Yuwei smiled tiredly, "I've received no less than ten congratulatory messages recently."

Yu Wei and Liang Yucheng are brothers who are two years apart. People who are not familiar with them often cannot tell them apart.

"It feels good to be engaged. Do you want to join me?"

Liang Yuwei teased lazily: "Then you will be kicked out by your sister-in-law."

"She wanted to have some night talk with besties, so I quit on my own initiative." Liang Yucheng looked at his suit. Leather and leather shoes, "We have a meeting today?"

"The funeral of the high school class teacher."

Liang Yucheng was surprised: "Isn't your high school class teacher quite young?"

"Well, in his early forties."

"I remember you had a dispute about changing the class teacher before, and it was him "

Liang Yuwei raised his eyes: "It's him."

Liang Yucheng couldn't remember exactly what happened that year. He only remembered that the parents jointly requested a change of class teacher, and their mother Lin Han also planned to transfer his brother to another school.

How the farce finally stopped has been so long that I have long forgotten it.

The two entered the elevator one after another. Liang Yucheng asked, "Have you met your old classmates today?"

"Yeah."

"No wonder you look so tired. Class reunions are really tiring."

Liang Yuwei didn't go to the class reunion at all. , he started three phone conferences in the afternoon, each of which lasted two hours. After the conference, his throat and mobile phone were filled with smoke.

After entering the door, Liang Yuwei went straight to the refrigerator, opened a bottle of water, and drank it in one gulp.

Liang Yucheng caught a glimpse of the mineral water bottles neatly stacked in the refrigerator and taunted him: "Will you be poisoned if you drink other brands of water?"

Liang Yuwei's hand paused. He did not fight back, but asked Liang Yucheng: "You said "Is there anyone who wears the same necklace for many years?"

"If it is a gift from an important person, it will probably be worn forever."

-

Chen Zui took a shower at home, turned on the computer, and started typing emails.

Matters mentioned by Qiao Sen must be confirmed on the same day no matter how late it is. This is his rule.

Many people around him left because of too strict work standards.

Chen Zui sent an email to Qiao Sen, and a minute later, Qiao Sen called.

This is a common thing. It must be because you are not satisfied with the content of the email, or you have new work arrangements.

"The vice president of EM Block in charge of investment and marketing is called Liang Yuwei. He went to junior high school and high school in Jingjiang No. 1 Middle School, and he is the same age as you. So, do you know him?"

Sure enough, Qiao Sen noticed something strange about her during the day. , and went to seek verification seriously.

Chen Zui once again witnessed the horror of workaholics.

She didn't know if Qiao Sen had already checked her out behind her back, and squeezed out two words in a complicated tone: "That..."

"If you know him, you can contact your old classmates to learn more about Future Tiancheng. His feedback helps with our selection and budget control, and maybe they have other resources,"

Chen said.

"If you don't know her, you have to rely on yourself. I wish you good luck."

What Qiao Sen wanted was not her answer, but the result.

Chen was most relieved.

"I understand, you should go to bed early." She subconsciously glanced at the time. It was now eleven o'clock in the evening. It seemed strange to say that she should go to bed early.

Fortunately, Qiao Sen didn't care about this. He said "hmm" and hung up the phone.

Chen Zui closed the computer and was finally sure that all the work for today was over.

She stared at her phone numbly and swiped the screen casually. The chat page was either a colleague or a collaborator. Except for Sheng Hui's occasional complaints about her colleagues and her boyfriend Jiang Siyao, she did not have any private chats. Her WeChat account is just like a work account.

Her life was so dull that she seemed to have no worries.

She had notes about her work partners, and some were property managers, online store owners, and guys from rookie stations... In the end, there were only a few friends left without notes. They were probably a few classmates from high school to college. She forgot when they were added, and she couldn't tell who they were, so they just left them alone and became dead people in each other's friend lists.

After attending Lao Zhang's funeral, she decided to let this friend list die more thoroughly.

She deleted all the WeChat friends who had no notes. Finally, she threw her phone on the bedside and closed her eyes.

Even if she suddenly disappears one day, there will be nothing to explain on the phone.

No, before disappearing, I have to hand over the work to Qiao Sen.

-The

next morning, Chen Zui put on light makeup and set off to EM Block.

Li Songyi, a colleague from the recruitment department, also followed her on field trips, and the two arranged to meet at a subway station near EM Block.

After the meeting, Chen Zui told her: "If Qiao Sen finds out, he will go crazy."

"It is reasonable to inspect the service provider and bring the recruitment. If he has the guts, he will fire me." Li Songyi brought a cup of coffee for Chen Zui. He handed it to her and said, "I've long disliked him."

Li Songyi has a simple personality and is easy to get along with. She spoke unabashedly in front of Chen Zui and spoke ill of Qiao Sen unscrupulously.

"That means you have a good personality. If someone else had been his assistant, he would have been beaten to the hospital a long time ago."

Chen Zui did not say that, but she liked working with people like Qiao Sen. Simple, direct, and personal. He is like an iceberg, never shaken by anything other than work. He will speak out his demands and dissatisfaction, eliminating all mental internal friction.

As his subordinate, you don't need to flatter or guess what he thinks, just do your job well and everything will be fine.

Chen Zui pursed his lips and smiled.

"Let's do this interview. What motivates you to work with Qiao Sen?" Li Songyi made a fist as a microphone and handed it to Chen Zui's mouth.

Chen Zui said calmly: "I need money."

This reason is true.

The salary from this job was enough to offset the anger I suffered from Qiao Sen.

"I'm crying. Who is not a humble laborer who succumbed to Qiao Sen's power?" Li Songyi patted Chen Zui's shoulder with understanding.

In recent years, many commercial blocks have begun to adopt high-end artistic styles, and EM Block is one of the best.

There is a special space in the mall, and a trendy art exhibition is being held. There are paintings, sculptures, and installations, and the presentation is really good.

Li Songyi came to see the exhibition with the mentality of a tourist and asked Chen Zui to take a lot of photos for her.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhi's photography skills are excellent, the framing is excellent and the proportions are beautiful, and there is almost no waste in the picture.

"I can't tell, you are so good at taking pictures." Li Songyi said in surprise.

Chen Zui smiled faintly and took some photos of the details as work records.

After a while, Li Songyi stretched out his mobile phone in front of her: "Look, I took a picture of you!"

She was holding a notebook and recording it carefully, quietly and calmly, as if the world had nothing to do with her.

"I used to think that you were like Qiao Sen, hard to get close to, a work machine without emotions. But today I think you will be a very good friend." Li Songyi blinked, "You are actually a very soft person. You may not even know it yourself."

After saying that, she ran to look at a group of sculptures, leaving Chen Zui alone to ponder this sentence.

Not far away on the second floor, the EM Block Marketing Department and Operations Department were patrolling the area.

There was an important exhibition recently, and it was during the store celebration, and Liang Yuwei was also among them.

Zhou Mo yawned several times and asked dissatisfiedly: "What does the patrol have to do with my financial department?"

Liang Yuwei said in an ordinary tone: "Where is what I want?"

"It's not even noon yet." Zhou Mo yelled blindly, " During this time, take care of your people, their eyes will pop out."

Behind them, two people from the marketing department were discussing a customer on the first floor.

"The one who is taking pictures is so beautiful."

"With so many comments, it seems that people can like you."

Liang Yuwei cast a sharp look, and after seeing clearly the object of their discussion, his eyebrows suddenly relaxed. one time.