"Sister Shen Xing?!"
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows: "Why, are you surprised to see me?"
"What a coincidence..." Wu Qian got off the bicycle and stabilized himself with both hands, both surprised and at a loss.
"Unfortunately," she said, "I came here specifically to see you."
Wu Qian's eyes were dazed: "?"
"Change the place to talk, I'm tired of standing."
"Oh! There's a convenience store next door..."
Outside the convenience store, there are a few tables and chairs.
Wu Qian locked the bicycle, went in and bought two bottles of mineral water, put one bottle by Jiang Fuyue's hand, and kept the other bottle for himself, before sitting down.
"I'm sorry, there are no coffee shops, teahouses, etc. around here, so I can only make do with it."
Jiang Fuyue waved his hand, looked away from his locked bicycle, "I remember you have a scooter."
The man was taken aback: "It was sold last week."
Jiang Fuyue didn't ask him why, but only said, "Have you found a job yet?"
"Well. In a small company as an administrator."
"Or the live broadcast industry?"
Wu Qian shook his head and laughed at himself: "Maybe I'm really not suitable for this job. Every time I change jobs, I think I can make progress, but in fact, the worse I get, the worse I get fired this time..."
Having said that, he paused, "I'm sorry to let you hear these negative things."
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips: "Your evaluation of yourself is completely opposite to that of Jiang Chenxing."
"Shen Xing..." the man paused, "I see that his live broadcast has stopped, is it okay? Did Yimi's bankruptcy affect him? I knew it!" Wu Qian gritted his teeth and angrily smashed a fist on his leg. Fist, "That villain Zhang Kehua must have tricked you into re-signing the contract..."
"You are still paying attention to this business." Jiang Fuyue used a declarative sentence.
Wu Qian's eyes flickered slightly: "Just, I occasionally browse the Internet in normal times. In the era of big data, push or something may be related to the industry I was in before, so... this is normal!"
He has a serious expression and earnest words, and he doesn't know whether he is telling Jiang Fuyue or convincing himself.
"Really?" The girl asked back, "Big data push tells you that Jiang Chenxing has stopped broadcasting?"
Wu Qian: "..."
"Since you have watched his live broadcast, you should have noticed the fans' comments."
The man frowned: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Nearly one-third of the messages are asking 'Angkor' to go back. How do you feel about this?"
Embarrassment flashed across Wu Qian's eyes. He lowered his eyes and slowly shook his head: "I am a loser. When I was young, I lacked courage and courage, and I couldn't get out of my comfort zone. People only choose to change jobs when they are middle-aged. Not counting job-hopping, strictly speaking, it can only be called forced job-hopping, if I don’t jump, the boss will quit me sooner or later... "
The man was sitting on a cheap plastic chair, behind him was the dense night, and his face was full of depression and depression, like a big tree bent under the weight of a snowstorm, and could no longer straighten his back.
Wu Qian is just an inconspicuous member of the huge middle-aged group. He is unknown, content with the status quo, has a heart that wants to develop, but has no strength to swim against the current.
He was even worse.
The failure of the career directly led to the breakdown of the marriage.
Overnight, his wife, children, car, house, and tickets were all gone.
His struggle in the first twenty years turned into a joke, and half of his life's efforts turned into nothingness.
"...I'm not worth it," he said, "not at all."
"Is this how you accept your fate?" The girl's voice remained unchanged, neither sympathetic nor embarrassing.
As if just asking a question.
Do you agree
Wu Qian put his head in his hands.
But what else can he do now besides accepting his fate
"I'm forty, not fourteen, not twenty, I..."
Jiang Fuyue: "Does age matter?"
Wu Qian: "At least it's easier to succeed."
"Then did you succeed when you were fourteen or twenty?"
"… No."
"Does age matter now?"
"... I don't know." The man looked blank.
Seeing his dejected look, Jiang Fuyue frowned slightly: "Pretend I haven't been here today."
After speaking, get up and leave.
At this moment, she was disappointed.
No matter in her previous life or this life, no matter what difficulties and tribulations she encountered, the word "give up" is not in her dictionary.
Wu Qian's desperate attitude really touched her.
A big man, even if he falls down, even if he loses an arm or a leg, as long as he still has breath, he shouldn't be so useless!
Jiang Fuyue is not a psychological mentor, she should not be in charge of giving advice.
Wu Qian could figure it out, and she didn't mind giving him a hand; if he couldn't figure it out, it could only prove that the other party was a dou who couldn't be helped up, and it wasn't worth bothering about.
"Wait a moment-"
At this moment, the man who was still complaining about himself suddenly stood up and shouted at the girl's back as she left.
Jiang Fuyue stopped, but didn't look back.
Wu Qian knew that this was his last chance. After living for forty years, there was never a moment when he was more sober than now.
"Can you help me?" He paused every word, his eyes burning.
Jiang Fuyue turned her head, "Okay."
Half a minute later, the two sat back in their original seats.
Wu Qian: "What should I do?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Go back and continue to be Jiang Chenxing's manager. I will prepare a separate brokerage contract. It's still the old rule. You can only bring him one."
"In addition, there are half a million here..." Su Bai pressed a check with his fingertips, and pushed it in front of the man, "Yimi is down, but Linhuai's anchor industry will not be empty, you take this money , how many fish you can catch in this muddy water, big fish or small fish depends on your ability."
Wu Qian looked at the capitalized and bold "500,000 yuan" in front of him, and he inevitably fell into a daze.
"You..." He swallowed, there was no surprise of getting rich suddenly, only the panic in his eyes, "Where did you get so much money?"
Doesn't Jiang's family run a pancake shop
Why can a child take out 500,000 yuan easily
That's right, in Wu Qian's view, Jiang Fuyue was just a child.
Although she has a mature mind and a bright head, she even has foresight and strong courage that adults don't have.
But she is only eighteen years old! so young! Still studying, relying on parents to support...
"I can't take this money!"
Jiang Fuyue was expressionless: "Do you know where you lost?"
Wu Qian: "?"
The young girl didn't save the middle-aged man any face—
She said, "Your cautiousness makes you miss opportunities; your indecision makes it difficult for you to flex your muscles; it is completely unnecessary to meddle in other people's business and ask the bottom line!"
Wu Qian frowned, unable to refute.
Because she was right!
I am such a person.
Courage, courage, killing, decisiveness, none of them.
"Then why did you choose me?" He suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning.
Jiang Fuyue is rich, she can choose anyone, why herself? And why am I myself
The girl smiled: "Although you have many shortcomings, your advantages are also outstanding."
"Advantages?" Wu Qian was slightly taken aback.
Does he have it
Jiang Fuyue: "You are kind and have a bottom line."
Wu Qian: "Isn't it cowardly, soft-hearted, and lacking courage?"
Jiang Fuyue nodded: "It's a bit."
"..."
"But none of that matters."
Wu Qian: "?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Your concern and seriousness for Jiang Chenxing is the fundamental reason why you were chosen."
…
"Jiu Ye, the front is blocked." In the quiet car, the driver spoke cautiously.
Xie Dingyuan opened his eyes and looked out the window.
Driver: "I know a small road, you can bypass the congested road by passing through the residential area opposite, do you think?"
"Then go around."
"Eh!"
The driver immediately turned around and drove into the residential area.
A black Bentley walks through the dilapidated streets, and outside the windows are old residential buildings that are constantly receding.
Everything seemed so out of place.
"Master Jiu... can I pull over for a while? There is a convenience store in front, and I promised to buy candy for my daughter..."
"Can."
The driver breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the brakes slowly, and brought the Bentley to a complete stop.
Then he pushed the door down, crossed the road, and plunged into the open convenience store across the street.
Due to his strides being too big, the coat was lifted and flung onto the arm of a middle-aged man sitting at the door of the shop.
"I'm sorry, brother, are you not hurt?" The driver immediately apologized.
Wu Qian waved his hand: "It's okay."
Then, bent down to pick up the check that had been thrown to the ground.
The driver said sorry again before going into the shop.
Wu Qian continued to talk to Jiang Fuyue.
Just at this moment, in the Bentley across the street, Xie Dingyuan lowered the window, intending to take a breath...