“Sushi ah sushi, fragrant and smooth sushi…”
Mu Hanxia hummed an out-of-tune ditty, and put the sushi that had just been squeezed into the plate one by one.
The sun is bright and the shelves are plentiful. It was still early, and there were not many customers in the supermarket, which seemed empty and silent. Mu Hanxia, wearing that sleazy red salesperson uniform, stood behind the counter, having nothing to do, and picked out a few sushis that she thought were the most beautiful and satisfying, and placed them on an empty plate for a photo.
When it comes to photography skills, although the quality of her mobile phone camera is average, the photos she takes are always praised.
In the background of blurred light and shadow, every grain of rice appears crystal clear and full, green seaweed, red fish meat, clear and beautiful colors. She posted the photo to Weibo, and added a literary word: "Salmon sushi and tuna hand rolls, a day soaked in the fragrance of food - by Mu Hanxia."
Soon a bunch of people commented and liked it.
High school classmate A: "It's so beautiful!"
High school classmate B: "Is it really good to have hatred in the morning? I'm still rushing to the company on the subway, and I haven't eaten breakfast!"
High school classmate C: "Mu Hanxia is pretending to be literary again, sweat."
Cosmetics salesperson girl: "Xia Xia's shooting is really good!"
The meat salesman boy: "Hehe, pork is king!"
High school classmate D: "A-Xia has a good time in the supermarket. Come to Hainan to play when you have time. Our lychees are almost ripe."
…
Mu Hanxia was leaning on the counter, watching Zheng Le, but He Jing suddenly passed by carrying two large durians. She is a salesperson in the fruit department. She took a deep breath and threw the durian on the shelf. Then he leaned over to Mu Hanxia, glanced at it, and muttered, "You know that you are poor and happy!"
Mu Hanxia put down the phone: "Can't I be happy if I'm poor?"
He Jing chuckled, glanced at the decent sushi she made, and couldn't help sighing: "Why do you always apply for changing departments, and change them back and forth."
Mu Hanxia looked serious: "Don't you know? My career goal is to master the seventy-two stunts in the supermarket..."
"Fuck you!" He Jing interrupted her, restrained her smile, and said in a low voice, "Don't think I don't know, you want to climb up. Your undergraduate diploma has already come down, it's still from Jiangcheng University. Hmph. , you are beautiful. In the future, if you climb up, don't forget me..."
Mu Hanxia was embarrassed: "But, as the saying goes, the wife of a scumbag has to go down..."
He Jing put a chestnut on her head.
—
The general manager of Leya Supermarket Jiangcheng Second Ring Road is Meng Gang, thirty-five years old, single and divorced.
He always arrives at the office early every day and begins to control the operation of the supermarket throughout the day. I also often work late and get off work with those salespersons and cashiers. Although the salespersons did not dare to speak to him, everyone knew that it was only under his leadership that the supermarket had been able to rank first in terms of operating income in central China for many consecutive years.
On this day, Meng Gang, as usual, convened a weekly meeting of management cadres from various departments. The morning sun was still warm, and in the large conference room, everyone sat around the table. Meng Gang sat in the main seat, with a cloud of smoke between his fingers, smoking unhurriedly. The sun fell on his square eyebrows, and his stature was tall, which made him look a little rough and majestic.
The atmosphere was calm and serious. But when it was the marketing manager's turn to speak, someone faintly smiled.
Because the marketing manager brought a piece of news: Cheng Weiwei, the chairman and marketing director of rival Yongzheng Supermarket, had a car accident last night. Although not life-threatening, the injuries are serious.
"Yongzheng just announced that they would open a new store 1.5 kilometers across from us, and they took all the land on the Second Ring Road, but the marketing director in charge of the new store's preparations had a car accident." The office director said indifferently, "I see Their new store is going to be delayed."
The manager of the purchasing department had a hotter personality and sneered: "To be honest, I don't sympathize with them. We have done a good job here. Yongzheng sees our good performance and insists on opening a store across the street, fighting with us, and grabbing business. Say something you shouldn't say, you deserve it!"
Everyone was talking about it, and they were a little gloating. Meng Gang sat in the main seat. Although he did not speak, he was never a kind person, and the corners of his mouth occasionally showed a smile.
"Mr. Meng." The marketing manager said thoughtfully, "I heard that Cheng Weiwei was in a car accident this time, and one of her friends was a helper she invited back from the United States to help her run the new store."
"America?" someone asked. "Who is that?"
"It seems to be Cheng Weiwei's college classmate, a young man in his twenties."
"Heh..." Someone laughed and said to Meng Gang, "Mr. Meng, Miss Qianjin brought her college classmates back to battle together. Yongzheng really had a bad hand this time."
Everyone laughed, and Meng Gang also smiled slightly and said: "Don't take it lightly, Yongzheng's operation has always been stable, and several new stores opened in other cities recently, and their performance is also good. When they open stores, they still have to do a good job. Prepare to beat them down. By the way, what's the name of the helper Cheng Weiwei invited back?"
The marketing manager thought for a while and replied, "It seems to be called... Lin Mochen."
—
Near noon, Mu Hanxia saw off a customer and sat down behind the counter to take a nap.
She slept so badly last night that it was only natural for her to be sleepy. Taking advantage of no one, she yawned a lot and closed her eyes full of tears.
After a while, her head jerked down and she woke up. He opened his eyes and looked around, just about to go back to sleep, but after a few rows of freezers, Meng Gang and his assistant were standing there.
Mu Hanxia woke up suddenly, and immediately sat up straight, with a serious face, and reached out to sort out the sushi on the counter. It was as if it was someone else who was taking a nap just now.
She didn't look up, but felt that Meng Gang's eyes still seemed to fall in this direction. Burning, like him, deep and deep. After a while, she looked up and saw that they were gone.
Mu Hanxia breathed a sigh of relief. I thought to myself that Meng Gang patrolled the store every day, seeing so many counters and so many waiters, maybe he didn't even look at her at all.
It didn't take long for Meng Gang's assistant Xiao Chen to leave and return, standing behind the counter, smiling amiably and dripping: "Mu Hanxia, Mr. Meng asked you to go to his office."
—
The offices of leaders and cadres are just above the supermarket. Meng Gang's office is at the end of the fourth floor on the top floor.
It was not the first time that Mu Hanxia came here.
The last time, three years ago, she was recruited into this supermarket as a salesperson. Among the more than 20 people in the same period, Meng Gang only summoned her.
At that time, Meng Gang's appearance was almost the same as now. He's tall and short, with a short short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and a good watch. His eyebrows were dark and hard, and he often held a cigarette between his fingers. When Mu Hanxia met for the first time, he noticed his fingers. The knuckles of his fingers were full, hard, dark, and had thick calluses.
And Mu Hanxia still remembers the brief words he said to her that day: "Little girl, I have read your resume. Although you only have a high school diploma, you graduated from the best sixth middle school in the city. Work hard here, and there will be opportunities in the future.”
…
Meng Gang, who graduated from technical secondary school, has no background. All by myself, I went all the way, from the supermarket salesperson, to the regular staff, supervisor, manager... and finally became the leader of this supermarket.
He is the goal of many people in this supermarket.
It is also Mu Hanxia's.
Gently pushing open the hidden door, Mu Hanxia raised his head and saw Meng Gang sitting behind his desk, with the water pump gurgling in the goldfish tank next to him. He held a teacup in his hand, and there was a light scent of tea and smoke in the room. Seeing Mu Hanxia knocking on the door to come in, he only smiled slightly: "Sit down."
Mu Hanxia sat down a little embarrassedly, thinking that the big boss wouldn't pick her up just because she was dozing off. This kind of thing, just notify the supervisor to reprimand her.
Her heart was racing a little faster.
As a result, Meng Gang asked in the first sentence: "Did you sleep well last night?"
His voice was low and gentle, and he didn't sound reproachful. Mu Hanxia's face turned a little red, but she heard the sound of water splashing in the fish tank very clearly in her ears. She lowered her head and replied softly, "Well, Mr. Meng, I won't do it next time."
She was still wearing a red uniform, just to go upstairs to see Meng Gang, taking off her hat, revealing a supple ponytail. Xu was in a hurry, or because she was nervous, a thin layer of sweat dripped from her forehead. And because of the fair complexion, his face and neck were covered in ivory-like delicate color, slightly soaked, revealing a little moist red. She lowered her head, her normally dark eyes drooped, but her eyelashes seemed dense and long. The same white hands fell to the side, lightly clenched into fists.
After a while, she heard Meng Gang say: "Don't be nervous, Mr. Meng didn't want to blame you for this today. Just pay attention in the future."
"Thank you, Mr. Meng." The corners of Mu Hanxia's mouth secretly curled up, then put it down again, looking up at him with a serious face, "Then Mr. Meng is looking for me..."
Meng Gang stared at her: "your self-taught undergraduate diploma has come down?"
Mu Hanxia smiled embarrassedly: "Well, I got it a few days ago."
Meng Gang also smiled, took a sip of tea and said, "What are your plans in the future?"
Looking at his expression, Mu Hanxia answered tentatively, "I applied to the Human Resources Department before and wanted to work in the Marketing Department..."
"I've already approved."
Mu Hanxia was stunned for a moment, the huge joy, but a mixture of joy and bitterness, suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart.
"Mr. Meng, I..." She paused and bowed to him deeply, "Thank you, thank you."
"Usually, you can tell by your mouth, but you stuttered today?" Meng Gang also had a little smile in his deep eyes, and nodded at her: "Little girl, work hard."
Mu Hanxia was still in a happy mood, but she replied, "Mr. Meng, I'm already twenty-two years old, and I'm not a little girl anymore."
"So young, not a little girl in front of me?" he said.
—
a month later.
Because the work at hand needs to be handed over, and the fresh food department has been busy recently, Mu Hanxia has to stand in the supermarket for a few more days before going to the marketing department.
It was a sunny and quiet morning. These past few days, Mu Hanxia has been working at the pastry counter, very leisurely. However, she is a restless person, and soon began to learn how to make biscuits from the master.
At this time, there are very few customers in the supermarket. The loudspeaker above the head is playing Eason Chan's "Ten Years". Mu Hanxia followed and hummed softly. Her singing was very unpleasant. In He Jing's words, "I can't find the tune like a child."
The glass of the counter reflects the soft light, and the rich and warm aroma drills into the nose. Mu Hanxia bent down and put a plate of freshly baked biscuits into it. Just as he sang "Ten years ago, I didn't know you, you didn't belong to me...", when I saw a pair of long straight legs appearing in front of the counter.
The man was wearing a suit and leather shoes and stood there motionless.
Mu Hanxia's biscuits hadn't been put away yet, so he didn't get up in a hurry, and said cheerfully, "Sir, what do you want to buy? These are newly baked biscuits, would you like to try them?"
She just learned to make biscuits. Although they look a little simple and square, they taste good.
"Will such ugly cookies poison me?" the man said.
Mu Hanxia was slightly startled, raised his head, and met a pair of dark and gloomy eyes.