Luo Xingchuan and Ye Tang were holding cellphones, with a faint smile on their faces. They all realized that although the other party was a stranger, it was the first time they chatted and communicated tonight, but they were surprisingly smooth, comfortable, and tacit. There was no courtesy, no misunderstandings, and it was like they had known friends for a long time.
Ye Tang did not tell Hlcisy that the UYX US head office is likely to investigate or punish the UYX counter of Yuchu Department Store. Firstly, she was not sure when Kevin could give her feedback; secondly, she was still a little wary and wary of Hlcisy.
She originally only wanted to use video to seek justice. She never thought about making money from video. This was an unexpected collaboration. She didn't want to link it with Kevin. What if UYX was caught in a whirlpool of public opinion? She and Kevin get along well, not a scumbag ex-girlfriend who crosses the river for demolition.
So she typed, "The UYX company itself is not wrong. The dealers and department stores have problems."
Luo Xingchuan saw what she meant and raised his eyebrows slightly. This person is quite principled. Could it be that he has something to do with UYX? "I know that my goal is Yuchu Department Store. It has nothing to do with other companies. I don't have the energy and ability to deal with several companies at the same time."
Ye Tang relaxed and didn't ask any other questions. Anyway, she just waited to collect the money, and then stood still to see what Hlcisy planned to do.
Hlcisy sent another message: "OK, you remember to send me the payment method tomorrow, it's late, rest early (good night)."
He sent (Goodnight) a dynamic expression of a little bear pulling a lantern. Ye Tang thought of Luo Xingchuan inexplicably. Luo Xingchuan often used the same expression. She shook her head and smiled. The little bear pulling a lantern is just an expression that comes with the system. Used by thousands of people, it is not Luo Xingchuan's exclusive expression.
Ye Tang opened the emoticon box, and subconsciously chose his usual (good night) emoticon—a cute little cat closed his eyes and covered the quilt, what
Seeing this expression, Luo Xingchuan was stunned, and muttered softly, "Sugar..."
In less than half a second, he recovered himself, shook his head, and laughed at himself. He didn't take drugs, and unexpectedly gave birth to unrealistic illusions about a systemic expression.
Ye Tang is dead,
It took him ten years to accept this cruel reality and live it again. He didn't want to be immersed in this useless grief and live his life again.
The next day was Thursday, and Ye Tang's seven days of sick leave ended. When she took a bath the night before, she took off the gauze from her head. The youth’s growth was vigorous and the wound healed quickly. The wound on her brain was almost completely healed. As long as she didn’t deliberately touch the wound and surrounding parts, she felt It doesn't hurt.
She simply washed her hair, and she was so hygienic that she didn't want to go to school with her greasy hair. When washing her hair, Zhao Zhenfang wanted to come in and help. She said no, she moved more carefully and did not let the wound get water.
Before suturing the wound, the doctor shaved off a piece of hair on the back of her head, but it didn’t matter. Xiao Yetang’s hair was thick and thick. Ye Tang combed the hair on both sides and tied a ponytail. Seen from the back, it was black and shiny long hair. She couldn't tell that she was bald and there was no sign of injury.
Ye Tang looked at the collagen in the mirror on the table. It was broken, and she had a tender face. She didn't think how old she was at 27 years old. Compared with this face, she only understood that she was 8 years old. Where is the difference, she can look like an 18-year-old with makeup and makeup, and her pure plain makeup is the most elegant and magnificent appearance.
Ye Tang put the mirror in the drawer and walked out of the room. Zhao Zhenfang had already cooked breakfast. On the table were steamed buns, gruel and pickles. After a day of psychological construction, Zhao Zhenfang finally accepted the fact that she was fired, showing a smile that was indistinguishable from the usual. She plans to go to the sanitation company today to settle her salary, and then bid farewell to her previous leaders and colleagues.
She feels that losing her job is also good. She can take care of her granddaughter wholeheartedly. Xiao Yetang has never had such a rich breakfast before. At this point in time, Zhao Zhenfang has already set off for work. The children are all in the breakfast shop outside to settle their breakfast. , The things outside are always not reassuring.
After eating, Ye Tang put on a clean school uniform coat—the clothes smelled of cheap laundry soap and the smell of being exposed to the sun, which she thought was very good.
After getting dressed and carrying her schoolbag, she set off for school.
It’s less than 10 minutes’ walking distance from Fuxing Alley to No. 87 Middle School. It takes about 10 minutes to get from here to No. 1 Middle School. It’s just that the two schools are one north and one south, and the two schools are in opposite directions. A world of difference, representing a gap in identity.
Ye Tang was walking and looking at her phone. She received another email from Kevin in her mailbox. The email was pushed over at 3 o'clock in the morning today.
Kevin said that he has called UYX’s vice president of sales and the head of marketing in China to hold a short video conference. They attach great importance to her complaint. The general manager in charge of sales in China is now in Hong Kong. A few days later He will make a special trip to City A to deal with her. Kevin asked her to leave a mobile phone number, and then the general manager would take the initiative to contact her.
Kevin really is a passionate person with a passion!
Kevin’s efficiency is higher than Ye Tang imagined, and she unexpectedly sent a high-level manager—the general manager of sales in China has a very high level within UYX, and his power is second only to the vice president of sales. The dealer boss has no access to this person.
Ye Tang lowered her head and pressed the phone button, and sent the phone number she had just created to Kevin via email. As soon as she pressed the send button, she heard someone calling her behind him.
"Ye Tang," it was Cen Yannan's voice.
She looked back and saw that the young man was holding a bag of dumplings in one hand and a cup of soy milk in the other, wearing a blue and white school uniform like her.
Cen Yannan's current appearance is the image of a high school student, rather than the feeling that Ye Tang had in the previous meetings-he was obviously just a little hairy boy, always showing precocious loneliness.
Cen Yannan walked over in a few strides, and Ye Tang asked him, "You just bought breakfast?" Cen Jin's mahjong room work is equivalent to a night shift. In the morning, when she is asleep, how can she have the energy to prepare breakfast for her son.
"Well, I got up late, I bought breakfast and brought it to school."
"I knew I called you to come to my house for breakfast. Grandma's pasta is better than outside. Today she made more and there is still a lot of leftovers. We both have an appetite for snacks, so we just need your help!"
"Then I'll go to your house tomorrow morning for a meal," Cen Yannan was not polite to her at all, probably because the morning light was warmer, and his eyebrows were soft, not as unruly as when fighting fiercely.