Jiangbeiyuan expressed his gratitude and tied his cufflinks.
Then, he looked at Zhao Quan and Song Yikai, "You should do whatever you want. Lin Jingye knows that you are my subordinates. He doesn't have the guts to do anything to you at the moment."
"It's easy for us to talk, and it's easy to talk to the twenty employees. The key is you -"
Zhao Quan looked at Jiangbeiyuan worriedly.
Jiang Beiyuan looked as normal, "Don't worry, I hold 40% of Jiang's shares, but I don't have the decision-making power of the company. The overall situation of Jiang's will not change in a short time. The next profits and losses will be up to them. If you lose to a certain extent, it’s all your fault.”
After saying that, he left, taking nothing with him except a pot of lucky bamboo on the table.
This is the potted plant that Yan Nian placed on his desk before. He has been raising it for a while and has developed feelings for it.
"Hey Lao Jiang—"
Zhao Quan chased Jiang Beiyuan downstairs, where the latter had already started his car and was about to leave.
The sun was setting. The sun was shining brightly today. Zhao Quan put an arm on the car glass and looked at the person in the driver's seat with slightly squinted eyes. "Why don't you let Fatty or Xu Kuangjie find a job for you?"
"Thank you for your kindness."
Jiang Beiyuan said, lightly brushing away Zhao Quan's hand that was on his car window.
"I go home to spend the New Year with my wife and have no time to work."
Forehead.
Zhao Quan watched helplessly as he rode away with Juechen.
…
Yan Nian was cleaning the windows at home.
When she went to the flower shop today, she remembered that Xu Tongtong said that she would go to work on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year holiday.
Then he came back disappointed.
Once a year, on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, she would clean the house and wipe the windows, and then put up window grilles and curtains tomorrow, New Year's Eve.
She has to go back to her parents' home every Chinese New Year. Last year, Wen Yu accompanied her back.
Things have changed and people have changed. One year later, my boyfriend at that time was in jail, my mother is no longer my real mother, and my natal family is no longer my natal family.
She felt that she would probably have no contact with Ma Xueyan for the rest of her life.
There was movement at the entrance, Yuli barked twice, and Yan Nian came back to his senses and turned to look over.
The man holding a pot of lucky bamboo in his hand changed his shoes and walked in.
Yan Nian: "Why did you come back so early today?"
"The company is fine, I'm on annual leave."
"Oh, big companies also have annual holidays?"
"otherwise?"
Jiang Beiyuan placed the lucky bamboo on the coffee table, took off his outer coat, and wore a white turtleneck sweater underneath. The slim-fitting sweater outlined the lines and texture of his upper body.
Yan Nian didn't take it seriously. He was already willful and she knew, "You came back just in time. Help me clean the glass above. I can't reach it!"
The disadvantage of being short is immediately apparent.
Jiang Beiyuan rolled up his sleeves and walked over, stood behind her, took the rag in her hand and wiped the window lattice above.
"I'll just wipe it. You go back to your room and stay there."
"Hey, aren't you tired of working together as a couple? Besides, glass cleaning is not a heavy job."
Yan Nian turned around and raised her head as she spoke. Her face was very close to Jiang Beiyuan's, her clear eyes were curved, and the sweet breath sprayed between her lips and teeth as she spoke.
Jiang Beiyuan frowned, his Adam's apple moved, and then he quietly handed the rag back to her hand.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mrs. Jiang. Your husband will go cook."
After saying that, he hurriedly turned around and went to the kitchen.
Yuli followed Jiangbeiyuan's feet, clinging to Jiangbeiyuan much more often than to Yannian.
Yan Nian narrowed his eyes and stared at someone's back, puckering his lips.
Is it her imagination? She always feels that Jiangbeiyuan is avoiding her these days.
(End of chapter)