It was a cloudy day when Mu Hanxia went to resign. Gray clouds, like convoluted waves, pressed against the sky. As she walked through the offices of her colleagues, the atmosphere was equally dark and subtle. Someone was looking at her, someone was exchanging glances.
As if she hadn't seen it, her face was calm. When meeting people on the road, he also showed a polite and humble smile as usual.
Until he reached the door of Meng Gang's office. In the resignation procedure, he was just one last sign.
Meng Gang was sitting on the sofa, smoking and reading documents, and when he saw her come in, he put down his work with the same expression.
Mu Hanxia said, "Mr. Meng, this is my resignation application, please sign it."
Meng Gang took it, his eyes were calm, he picked up the pen and signed his name on the last page. But instead of returning it to her immediately, he said, "Sit down, let's talk a little bit."
Facing him, Mu Hanxia's mood was always complicated. She didn't really want to talk to him, but there was some kind of inexplicable impulse that drove her to sit down. She clasped her hands on her thighs and looked at him calmly.
Meng Gang took a sip from the teacup and said, "Do you regret it?"
"Sorry, but no regrets."
Meng Gang smiled slightly and said, "Mu Hanxia, you have to understand that many goals in life cannot be achieved just by hard work. You will need help from others, you need duplicity, you need to bow your head when necessary, and exchange some Stuff. You are very smart. You are the smartest among the salespersons I have seen over the years. But after all, you are a salesperson. Do you know that when you leave Leya, I have protected you well for the past few years. Wo, when you go out, you need to put in more effort than others, and make more compromises, in order to achieve the same success as others.”
Mu Hanxia did not speak.
Meng Gang took a cigarette, and the smoke slowly drifted to her face, I don't know if he was intentional or not, whether he was contempt or reluctance.
"You have to be more selfish, and more willing to give up yourself. You are smart enough, but not snobbish enough. If you don't change, you will be used by others in the future, and you will fall into even bigger troubles."
"Mr. Meng." Mu Hanxia said slowly, "If the conditions for standing out in this society are to live beyond recognition and not know myself, then I would rather continue to be poor, but live like myself. But I don't think that It will be like this, it will not be like this. There will be many people like me. There will be places where you can live well with talent and hard work. On that day, you will envy my life ?"
Meng Gang laughed, at the childishness and indomitableness of her words.
"No," he said. "This principle is the same everywhere."
Mu Hanxia also smiled, picked up the resignation document from the table, got up and walked out the door.
"If..." he suddenly asked behind her, "in the future, someone asks you the same request as me, and the price is even greater, big enough to make you, but also enough to destroy you, would you really refuse?"
Mu Hanxia was silent for a while, then replied, "I will never accept it."
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Mu Hanxia said goodbye to He Jing on the morning of the next day.
He Jing also came to her home in the slum, with red eyes, and helped her pack her things.
"That's all you need?" He Jing patted her backpack.
"Yeah." Mu Hanxia replied, "It's not like I'm not coming back, why do I bring so many things."
He Jing felt sour in her heart, thinking of another one, and said fiercely: "It's all to blame that Lin Mochen! It's too dark, too cruel! You still treat him as a friend, and he stole your lychees in a blink of an eye. It's selling for 5 yuan a pound. Now Yongzheng has won a big victory, and Leya is completely defeated. But I don't think even Meng Gang has anything to do, and continue to be the store manager. Only you, but you're gone, gone!"
Mu Hanxia was stunned for a moment, but said, "Actually, for the first few days, I also resented Lin Mochen in my heart. But after calming down, I felt it was nothing. He stood in his position, what was the point of doing this? Right? If it were me, maybe I would do the same. It's me... I don't care whether it's public or private. Hehe... However, you have nothing to be angry about for me. Originally, no matter if the lychee thing was successful or not, I would leave Leya. I still have to face someone like Meng Gang every day?"
He Jing muttered: "That's true. A-Xia, where are you going to go?"
Mu Hanxia smiled brightly at this moment, put her arms around her shoulders, and said, "Why should I treat myself badly? Meng Gang still gave me a few more months' wages. I plan to go out to play first, and then think about it. The way back. Hey, we haven't had a decent vacation in the past few years, are you envious of me?"
He Jing, as usual, stretched out her hand and flicked her forehead, her face disappeared, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I knew you wanted to go out to play, you envy me to death. Be careful on the road, don't be deceived Walk away."
"Know it."
After a while, He Jing said again: "A-Xia, I actually supported you to go out. You shouldn't live like this, live the same life as me. You should live better."
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All the dust settled, and Lin Mochen also took a plane to leave Jiangcheng on a foggy morning.
Cheng Weiwei has completely recovered, and has also taken over the prosperous Yongzheng from him. She took him to the airport.
"Thank you, brother." Cheng Weiwei smiled and said, "I often go to Beijing, don't you mind if I come to disturb you often?"
Lin Mochen only pulled a small suitcase, wearing sunglasses, and said with a light smile: "How could it be? You will be a big client of Fengchen from now on, welcome to come often."
Cheng Weiwei smiled contentedly. The two stood at the security check entrance, with people coming and going, and the marble floor was smooth and silent. A thought suddenly popped into her mind—Will Lin Mochen give her a polite hug
Unexpectedly, he just nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the security inspection channel without any hesitation.
Cheng Weiwei watched his figure disappear at the end of the field of vision, and outside the window, planes were taking off and landing. She thought that the battle of Yongzheng was probably just a stroke left by a man like Lin Mochen in Jiangcheng. In Beijing, his Fengchen Company, his new career blueprint in China, has just begun.
Lin Mochen slept for a while on the plane and suddenly woke up. He raised his head and looked out the narrow small window, the layers of clouds and the ground buildings as small as ants, suddenly thought of Mu Hanxia in his mind.
After that day, the two have not been in contact with each other. I heard that she has resigned from Leya and left Jiangcheng.
It was a gesture of saying goodbye to everything and breaking up with him.
Thinking of this, a sneer smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
As soon as the plane landed, he took out his mobile phone, held it in his hand for a while, and called up her number.
"Come to Beijing, come to my company, and be the marketing manager."
However, after a long time, until he returned to his home in Beijing, the phone was always silent, and she did not reply.
Lin Mochen suddenly got a little angry, threw his phone on the sofa, and never looked at it again.
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a month later.
Lin Mochen's company is located on a splendid office building in Beijing International Trade Center. His company is not big now, and there are not many people, only about twenty. The office has only rented more than 200 square meters, but the decoration is very delicate and luxurious. The face of the company is very beautiful.
This afternoon, Lin Mochen was drinking coffee in the office. Many of the company's plans are still in the process of advancing, but it has not yet been fully rolled out. So he is still idle.
The secretary knocked on the door and came in with a puzzled expression: "Mr. Lin, someone came to the company for an interview."
Lin Mochen said indifferently: "When am I going to recruit people?"
The secretary's expression became even more confused: "But Mr. Lin, she said that you asked her to come."
Lin Mochen was stunned for a moment, then smiled suddenly, and said, "Let her wait in the reception room."
Mu Hanxia did not expect that Lin Mochen asked her to wait for three hours. It wasn't until sunset on the western hills, when the rays of light dyed the entire reception room, that the beautiful and decent secretary knocked on the door again and came in, saying, "I'm sorry, Miss Mu, Mr. Lin is really busy, and I just had time. Now Please come over."
Although Mu Hanxia waited a little irritably, she also wondered if Lin Mochen was deliberately neglecting her on purpose. But in the end, he endured and followed the secretary to his office.
Some of the staff next to him looked up, and Mu Hanxia's heartbeat actually accelerated a little. In the afterglow of the setting sun, he wore a white shirt and trousers, and his tie was meticulous. Sitting behind the boss's desk, looking down at the documents.
The secretary closed the door and backed out. The room was quiet, and he didn't look up. Mu Hanxia said, "Lin Mochen."
Then he put down the file, leaned back into the chair slowly, and looked up at her.
"Why are you here?" he asked with a half-smile.
Mu Hanxia suddenly understood that he was angry and why. For some reason, she didn't feel angry or embarrassed about it, but felt a warm calm in her heart, just like Twilight beside them. She doesn't hold grudges at all, the knife he stabbed in her back before. After so long, those things seemed to her as far away as the events of a previous life. She can understand him, just as she understands herself.
So, she smiled and said, "I'm here to be your marketing manager."
Lin Mochen looked at her calmly. Her face was darker, obviously from the sun these days. His long black hair was tied up and tucked behind his head, looking neat and clean. Today, she deliberately wore a suit and short skirt, and her slender high heels stepped on the ground, standing firmly, but not relaxed. She stared straight at him with those clear, clear eyes. But deep in the dark pupils, there is a little uncertainty, a little weak timidity and hope.
Like a thin layer of white paper, it seems smooth and straight. But if you touch it, it will break.
Lin Mochen replied lightly, "Okay."
Later, Lin Mochen always remembered this afternoon. He has seen too many poor people, people who beg him. But for the first time in his life, because of this woman's eyes in an instant, his heart was as soft as sand.
-End of first volume-
Volume 2 is so beautiful