Mu Hanxia was slightly stunned.
Although I stayed with him for a while that day, the night light was dim, and looking at him seemed to be separated by a thin layer of dark veil. It was different now. He stood under the bright lights of the supermarket, his short hair was not messy, and his suit was neat. Inside was a black shirt with no tie.
His hands were in his suit pants, his chin was slightly raised, and those eyes, like that night, looked at her coldly and deeply.
And Mu Hanxia's second impression of him was the same as the first time: this man had the word "proud" written all over his body. The ink may be light, but it's written down to the core.
"Miss Mu." He said slowly.
Mu Hanxia showed a puzzled expression: "You are..."
His face changed slightly.
For some reason, Mu Hanxia felt a little cool. It was only then that he suddenly realized and smiled: "Yeah, it's you, I remembered, the injury is all healed?"
He just hummed softly.
Mu Hanxia smiled sincerely, looked into his eyes and said, "Congratulations."
He glanced at her, looked at his surroundings again, and said, "Find a place, sit down and talk."
"I can't leave." Mu Hanxia said, "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"
He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Salesperson?"
"Well, I said I didn't lie to you." Mu Hanxia looked at him with his hands behind his back, "Don't forget to add the prefix - beautiful and smart salesperson."
He glanced at her, and instead of laughing at her sense of humor and cheekiness, he lowered his head and looked condescendingly at the cookies she made on the counter. It was as if she was judging her craftsmanship.
Mu Hanxia generously took out a few pieces and handed them to him: "Tast it, it's mine."
He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. Mu Hanxia couldn't help noticing his hand, because it was so different from the male colleagues around her. His fingers were long and fair, with thin knuckles and little flesh.
"How does it taste?" she asked.
He didn't answer directly, but answered lightly, "It's all covered."
Mu Hanxia was stunned, she was really rich and young, and she contracted for a basket of 5 yuan and 5 kilograms of biscuits! She smiled and said, "That's not good, how can I let you pack alone, and give you half a catty at most."
She quickly weighed the bag for him, and he stood outside the counter, watching her movements silently.
Mu Hanxia handed him the biscuits.
The two didn't speak for a while, and Mu Hanxia didn't know what to say to him. A thought popped into his mind—he wouldn't write her a check to thank her for her kindness
It's embarrassing, but a little nervous...
It turned out that he actually put his hands in his pockets. Mu Hanxia glanced at his movements from the corner of his eyes, and his face actually became hot.
Then he pulled out... a card? handed to her.
Mu Hanxia was slightly startled, it was a business card.
Thin and hard pale gold paper, without fragrance and without any pattern. Two lines of characters are printed in black and concise new Song Dynasty: Fengchen Trading Co., Ltd.
General Manager, Lin Mochen.
She had never heard of the company's name. As for the name Lin Mochen, the three characters are thin, long, and faintly powerful, but it makes people feel that it should be his name.
The light above the head is still shining bright and white, and the aroma of the pastry is hot in the air. Mu Hanxia's hands lightly wiped the apron, wiping off the greasy, before taking his business card.
"Come to my company and be an administrative assistant," he said.
Mu Hanxia was stunned.
She never imagined that what he was going to give her was a job.
"You..." For a moment, he was speechless, and a warm current of emotion surged in his heart.
As if expecting such a reaction from her, he smiled lightly: "Take your time."
"No..." Mu Hanxia interrupted him, with an uncontrollable sweet smile on his face, but shook his head, "Thank you Lin Mochen, look down on me. But no, I still want to stay in Lele Ya here, thank you."
Lin Mochen didn't speak.
Mu Hanxia was still happy by himself and wanted to send him some more biscuits, but suddenly realized that his state seemed a little wrong.
He looked at her with those cold and calm eyes again, and the aura of the whole person seemed to be getting colder again.
"You said you would rather stay in the supermarket and be a salesman?" he asked.
Mu Hanxia smiled, thinking that I was going to be transferred to the management department soon, but she answered solemnly, "Well, I like being a salesman the most."
He didn't speak again. But Mu Hanxia could clearly feel it, and the atmosphere seemed to become a little stiff. She thought to herself that this man's temper was really rude, wasn't he here to express his gratitude? It's okay for her to turn him down, what a shame he is.
But she has always had a lot of adults, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, but she saw him take out his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on, as if he was about to leave.
Mu Hanxia couldn't help but take a few more glances.
He was wearing sunglasses, only showing the bridge of his nose and chin, and there was no smile on his face. A person who is obviously so stern, but immediately has a kind of cold taste.
However, what Mu Hanxia didn't expect was that he said a few more words.
"In three months, I will bring down this shop. Until then, you can come to me. This is my repayment for the favor I owe you."
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Not long after Lin Mochen left, someone came to call Mu Hanxia: "Mr. Meng called the marketing department for a meeting and told you to go too."
Mu Hanxia hurried to the toilet, changed out of the creamy uniform, and put on a T-shirt and trousers. Looking at the plain, nervous girl in the mirror, she carefully tied her hair again, and tidied up her cheap but clean clothes before walking out.
Afraid of being late, she trotted all the way upstairs. When he reached the door of the conference room, he stopped and slowed down, pretending to be very calm, but his throat was already running dry. The door was open, and it was already full of people, and Meng Gang was sitting in the main seat. As if aware, he raised his head and looked towards the door. Mu Hanxia nodded respectfully and slightly, then walked in with her head lowered, and found a corner seat to sit down.
Meng Gang looked away. Like in him, she is not a special existence.
Someone was smoking, someone was talking in a low voice. Mu Hanxia held a notebook and a pen in his hand, and stared down at the blank notebook, feeling a bit like he was dreaming.
People arrived quickly.
Meng Gang reached out and tapped the table: "Meeting."
The meeting room fell silent in an instant. Mu Hanxia held her breath and stared at Meng Gang's calm and arrogant face just like everyone else.
Meng Gang said in a deep voice: "Yongzheng's new store will open next month. Let's discuss the countermeasures."
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After Lin Mochen left the Leya supermarket, he drove directly to the hospital.
Cheng Weiwei lived in the VIP ward and was served by two servants from the Cheng family. When Lin Mochen walked in, she waved her hand and told them to leave first.
Lin Mochen sat down on the sofa, and Cheng Weiwei grinned at him. It's just that she was still wearing a bandage on her head and her right leg was in a plaster cast, which made her smile very difficult.
"Have you seen the girl who helped us?" Cheng Weiwei asked.
Lin Mochen crossed his long legs, put his hands on his knees lightly, and looked at her: "Yes."
"Given the check, it's not bad for her." Cheng Weiwei said.
Lin Mochen was noncommittal.
Cheng Weiwei saw that he was dressed in a straight suit, although his face was still pale after being seriously injured, he still looked heroic. She couldn't help but sigh: "God is so unfair. We obviously had a car accident together, you can go everywhere, and I have to be hospitalized for a month."
Lin Mochen unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and said lightly: "Vivian, we are in a partnership, not a bond. You mean that the partner was involved in a car accident by you, and he has to Is it fair to be hurt as badly as you? Ha... Do you have the sincerity to cooperate?"
Cheng Weiwei was actually being naughty on purpose, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay, Jason, I'm joking with you. Seriously, I originally asked you to help me with advice. Now I have to be discharged from the hospital in a month, you I know that the old men of the group, their boys, and my brothers-in-law are all staring at me very closely. This store has a lot of investment, and I must not let other people interfere. So, brother, I can only rely on you now."
Lin Mochen didn't speak.
Cheng Weiwei looked directly at him with sincerity: "Can you put aside the new company you are preparing, your Feng Chen, and take over the management of the new store in my place?"
Lin Mochen smiled and glanced at her leg that was still hanging in the air. Cheng Weiwei immediately gave a soft "ouch", pretending to be pitiful to show that her injury still hurts.
Lin Mochen said, "When did I look like a man who would go through fire and water for women? Besides, you are not my woman."
Cheng Weiwei only felt a gust of air stuck in her chest, circling a few times before pressing it down. She smiled nonchalantly and said, "I see, brother. Tell me about your conditions."
Lin Mochen looked at her: "After the start, my product will enter the Yongzheng system, and you will give another five percent of the profit."
Cheng Weiwei felt a pain, gritted her teeth and said, "Deal."
Lin Mochen smiled slightly.
It was evening, and the sun filtered in through the window and enveloped him and her. His brows and expressions were very light. It seems that since Cheng Weiwei asked someone to introduce him to him in college, no matter where he is, no matter how much wealth he has scavenged behind him, he is always so arrogant and resolute.
Cheng Weiwei's eyes slid from his deep double eyelids, to the corners of his slightly raised mouth, to his broad and thin shoulders, and finally moved away.
"Raise your hand." Cheng Weiwei said sarcastically, "Leya's sales data report for the past few months is on the table next to you."
Lin Mochen brought it over and looked down.
Cheng Weiwei said: "Master, I know it's not easy to do this. You are targeting newer and more free industries abroad. But in our supermarket industry, the business model is fixed and the profits are meager. And I only have one business. If the store is for you, we can only fight the price war. But I can assure you that I have applied to the headquarters for the maximum financial and policy support, and the new store uses trustworthy people. I hope you can do it as much as possible, and don’t have any Difficult place."
She said these words with heart and lungs and understanding the overall situation, thinking that Lin Mochen would be somewhat applauded and grateful. Unexpectedly, he didn't even raise his head, and said with a light smile: "What can I have trouble with? I can fight a price war with my eyes closed."