A life of financial freedom

In the next few days, Zhong Tingyue attended the exhibition, sorted out excellent materials to make new customers, hoping to bring projects to the studio. It must be said that this kind of exhibition method is beneficial. As long as you have the ability, you can really meet new customers.

She also met several new customers and gained a lot.

Chu Fang did nothing these days, and was busy with "fighting" with Zhong Rou. The two sides went back and forth, which was very lively.

After extreme tug-of-war, Chu Fang and Zhong Rou finally made peace, and both sides regarded each other as confidants.

The sun sets and the sky is full of red clouds.

The design exhibition came to an end. Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue followed the crowd out of the exhibition. They happened to meet Ma Junjie, who looked exhausted. Seeing them, he forced a smile on his face: "The exhibition is over. Have you found a client?"

"Not bad." Zhong Tingyue nodded, "How about you?"

Ma Junjie shook his head: "No one."

The three of them left the exhibition together. Chu Fang knocked and asked: "Where is Mr. Ming?"

"He went back to the hotel to meet a client."

Just at this moment, a soft ring came from Ma Junjie's pocket. He took out his mobile phone and someone sent a message. He looked at the message on it: "Junjie, I'm leaving. There is no hope."

Seeing the message, Ma Junjie's face suddenly changed, and he hurried to the hotel. Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue followed him.

Unfortunately... ...It was too late.

When they arrived at the hotel, Mr. Ming had passed away.

... ...

Under the gray sky, raindrops fell gently, with a bone-chilling chill, as if penetrating the heart and lungs.

The Magic City Cemetery was quiet, with the occasional sound of birds chirping, which seemed particularly distant and empty. The world seemed to be still at this moment, and clear voices echoed around:

"One bow, two bows, three bows..."

Relatives, friends, employees and subordinates related to Mr. Ming... all came, looking at the photo on the tombstone with solemn faces. Mr. Ming's wife, daughter, father and mother stared blankly, their eyes had long been dry, and they fell into a world of sadness.

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue walked forward, bowed deeply three times, and then slowly retreated.

The back of the memorial ceremony was noisy, all colleagues from Yateng Yige Company:

"Why did Mr. Ming commit suicide out of nowhere? I can't understand."

"There are unexpected events in life, and people are subject to misfortunes at any time."

"Now that Mr. Ming is gone, where should our company go?"

"Mr. Ming's departure is definitely related to the company's situation. The company will only be unable to support itself when it faces a huge crisis. If he commits suicide, there is no need to think about it. The company will soon be gone."

"That makes sense. Let's prepare our resumes for the job application."

"Oh! It's the end of December, and the New Year is coming soon. Where can I find a job? I'm so worried."

"..."

The company's worries about positions and futures diluted the feelings of Mr. Ming's passing.

It was obvious that Yateng Yige could no longer operate, so they had to find another job. A colleague looked at Zhong Tingyue and asked, "Sister Zhong, are you still hiring in your studio?"

Zhong Tingyue shook her head and said, "No recruitment plan for the time being, sorry."

After the funeral, everyone quietly dispersed, only Mr. Ming's family members remained there, as if dazed.

Ma Junjie stayed there and gently said to Mr. Ming's wife, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of Mr. Ming."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed to pull several people out of the virtual world and return to reality. The shrill and miserable voice resounded throughout the cemetery.

... ...

To be honest, Jiang Wenzhen didn't like Mr. Ming, and even hated him. He fired so many employees for money, and so many families suffered. But Mr. Ming left after all, and she couldn't help feeling sad: "Why did he commit suicide? He wanted to be a ghost instead of being a good CEO."

The fat man Cai Guan held an umbrella and said slowly: "People will die, early or late, no one can escape. As long as death is the person's own choice, we have nothing to comment on."

"What about his wife and daughter? What about his parents? He abandoned them all. He is not a human being at all."

"Well... ...” The little fat man pondered for a moment, "Maybe he thinks death is the best way."

Jiang Wenzhen glanced at the little fat man: "How can you be so ruthless? A life has left the world alive, but you are here talking about great principles as if you have seen through the world. Believe it or not, little fat man, I will beat you up."

Cai Guan said: "I am comforting you."

"How can you comfort people like you?"

"Then how to comfort?"

"Take me out for dinner."

"Okay."

"..."

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue walked home, and all the wayIt was quiet, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella.

The two were silent.

I don't know how long they walked, how much time has passed, Zhong Tingyue said softly: "Chu Fang."

"Yeah."

"Let's live together."

"Is it because of Mr. Ming?" Chu Fang said, "If it is, I hope you will think about it more."

"Half and half."

"What is the other half?"

"Ten thousand years is too long, I only fight for the day." Zhong Tingyue's voice was clear, "We don't know what tomorrow will be like, maybe it will be as usual, ordinary; maybe earthquakes, wildfires, meteorites fell on the earth, and the whole world will change drastically; maybe... a small accident, and we will be separated..."

Zhong Tingyue hugged Chu Fang's arm and said what she really thought in her heart. When she said "separated by each other", she couldn't help but hold his arm tightly, as if she was immersed in that world.

After Zhong Tingyue finished speaking, Chu Fang said softly: "Okay."

Hearing this, Zhong Tingyue's mouth drew a shallow arc.

In the next few days, Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue, and even the colleagues in the entire studio were in a bad mood. They spoke weakly and worked lazily.

Chu Fang lay on the table, one eye "standing guard" and the other eye "watching".

Suddenly, the screen of his mobile phone lit up. It was Ma Junjie who sent him a message, asking him to have dinner tonight. He replied with an OK gesture.

After get off work, everyone sorted out the documents and left immediately. Chu Fang said to Zhong Tingyue: "Ma Junjie asked me to have dinner, do you want to go?"

Zhong Tingyue shook his head: "You go, I'll go home to clean up the room and move to your house in a few days."

Chu Fang nodded and left.

Zhong Tingyue exhaled deeply: "Huh..."