The Road Turns White Tonight

Chapter 3

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At night, the streets are bustling with lights, vehicles are coming and going, people are bustling, and the streets are as bright as a rainbow.

After coming out of the coffee shop, Lu Youyan leaned lightly on the lamp railing beside the street and looked at the building opposite the shop with a slight smile on her lips. She has a secret in her heart.

Most of the people in this building like to visit this cafe called "Time". She can always find out a little bit of information about that person from the employees' gossip, and then take it to heart and return home at night. Let’s take our time to reminisce about it in the rental cabin. The news is fragmented, hard to distinguish between true and false, and not enough to cope with thoughts, but it is still good.

A month ago, I left the foreign trade company and entered this coffee shop. This decision was really wise.

It has been three months since I returned to G City. I started working in my old job, working in a foreign trade company. Almost two months have passed, and the order she is responsible for is still standing still, with no progress in sight.

Frankie, the devil, inherited the fine tradition of picking bones from the eggs of the Jews. He just saw dozens of problems in the already perfect sample, but he had to be convinced. After a period of tug-of-war, we finally got stuck on the payment method when it came to placing a large number of orders. The Japanese asked for a letter of credit, but the manager insisted on a wire transfer. I had to talk a lot to persuade the customer to make a wire transfer to settle the bill, but the issue of deposit couldn't be reached. The Japanese are only willing to pay 20%, but the manager refuses to pay 50%. This is good, the negotiations have broken down, and we are stuck there, unable to get up or get out.

But after going back and forth, I became familiar with Frankie.

She said: "I really admire your 'professionalism'."

Frankie knew that she found him critical, so he replied: "I also like your unprofessionalism."

She said: "Get lost."

Frankie was not annoyed and suggested with a smile: "Dear, I heard that you resigned. Do you want to come to my company?"

She said: "Don't you think I'm not professional enough?"

Frankie said very seriously, "Don't you know that Arabs can have four wives? I married one from our country, one from England, and one from France. I am still missing one?"

She glared at him, "No matter how unprofessional I am, I have never forgotten that you are a Jew. Three wives and you can make up a mahjong table just fine. With four wives, you can just wait and serve tea."

Frankie laughed and knocked his head on the table. Youyan was helpless, why did she do this

But it’s not bad to revisit an old place and be able to make friends with someone.