Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

Xiao Ya turned off the faucet and looked up at herself in the mirror. She had become so haggard and ugly in just a few days.

The eldest lady in the office was still whispering in her ears to give her advice. What she meant was that she felt sorry for her as a young girl, and that she shouldn't bury her talents and ruin her future because of some people's selfish desires.

"You have short working hours, so you don't know how small-minded Director Ma is. If he holds a grudge, just wait. He will never give up until you are convinced. I will say this and you should think about it yourself."

Xiao Ya returned to her work station, still thinking about what her elder sister had said. Director Ma's bitch ran over to her. Seeing her in a daze, he shouted: "Xiao Ya! Why do you stay idle if you don't work hard during working hours? Our company doesn't support idle people. ah."

"Go, make this material and hand it over to the director before five o'clock in the afternoon." He threw the thing away, still tumbling in disdain, "I don't have any eyesight."

The thoughts that were like a ball of twine were about to be thrown into complicated work before they were sorted out. Xiao Ya shook her head and decided to put aside distracting thoughts for the time being and finish the things at hand first.

The first thing Song Zhiyu did when he flew back to New York was the interview.

The three applicants all graduated from prestigious schools, and their majors were basically in the same field. There was nothing wrong with the resumes they submitted, with full list of honorary medals and project achievements.

At a cursory glance, they all seem to be materials that can be made.

The rented office is near the CBD central circle. The building has 18 floors and covers an area of ​​[-] to [-] square meters. For a start-up company, the scale is quite satisfactory.

The first thing applicants look at when they come to the company is the size of the company and whether the organizational structure is complete. If there is nothing, they may not even want to step in.

"BOSS, we are in the reception room. Do you want to meet directly or do you need to take a break?" HR Miss Xu stood up from the computer desk to greet the big boss who had returned from a long journey.

Song Zhiyu stretched out his hand, took the information handed over by Miss Xu, and walked straight to the reception room: "Let's meet directly. Make two cups of coffee and come in."

"Ok!"

Working in New York is all about efficiency, and no nonsense words are acceptable.

The three interviewers took turns to enter the venue, and when the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window turned into a melancholic blue, Song Zhiyu saw off the last one.

Human resources and finance have already gone to get off work, leaving only the big office with light.The entire company was empty, so quiet that no sound could be heard.

Just as he was enjoying this rare moment of silence and closing his eyes to fall asleep, a ringtone from Grande Valse interrupted his contemplation.

"What's up?" Yi Ling called.

"ready to off work."

"With such a tired voice, it's hard to start a business, isn't it?"

Faced with the sudden concern from his friend, Song Zhiyu teased: "What, you want to get involved too?"

"No, I want to live a few more years and don't want to age prematurely."

Listening to the sound on the other side of the phone, Song Zhiyu asked: "Dance hall or club."

"A newly opened private club, you know the owner, his surname is Zhou."

Song Zhiyu pressed down the elevator, thought for a moment and said, "Zhou Xuyao."

"Yes, that's him. He's amazing. He can hit the mark right away."

Song Zhiyu smiled: "Of all the people I know, he likes to do this the most. There are only a handful of people at home who have connections and resources. It's not difficult to guess."

After entering the elevator, the signal was not good and the sound coming from the microphone was intermittent, so Song Zhiyu simply hung up the phone.

When he reached the first floor and got into the car, Yi Ling's phone call came after him again.

"If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go."

Yi Ling touched her nose on the other end and said in a cheerful voice, "Is this the quality of people who go to start a company in the United States?"

"It's okay, I'm going to die." He was so sleepy that he was anxious to go home and catch up on his sleep.

"Hey, don't worry, I said, I said it can't be done yet. You also know that I invested in real estate some time ago, and the funds are a little tight. Now I want to open a bar within the third ring road, but I won't be able to spare much for a while. , can you move over there first and let me revitalize?"

"Where's Zhou Xuyao? He's very wealthy and will just leave you alone after giving you a trick?"

Yi Ling chuckled, "He has his own troubles, so he has no energy to care about me. Besides, my relationship with him is not as strong as yours."

"How much can I borrow?" Song Zhiyu said casually, turning the car key and turning on the accelerator.

"not much……"

Yi Ling reported the number. After Song Zhiyu pondered for a moment, he said: "The money is not a loan, it is my investment. Send me a feasibility analysis report within two days."

Putting down the phone, the accelerator roared, and a puff of exhaust smoke was rolled up and dissipated into the night.

Yi Ling got serious and acted very quickly. She sent a fax the next afternoon with a clear description of the bar's market analysis, site selection, operation positioning, etc. The analysis was in place. The sentence at the end of the report was that she aimed to be the first green, healthy, entertainment company in the country. Popular bar.

Song Zhiyu put down the document and made an international long-distance call. "I've finished reading it... Well, it's not bad. Is there some expert guidance behind it? I won't ask. I'm only responsible for investing in the shares. Well, I'll remit the money later."

"In addition, if you have a bar, just have a bar. Don't introduce any messy invisible services."

Yi Ling: "Understood, absolutely a formal industry."

After drinking the red wine with ice cubes in his mouth, his head suddenly became clear. He asked: "There is a publishing house in Beijing called Hansheng. Please help me find out about their office director. His surname is Ma, and his name is Ma Jianshan."

Yi Ling didn't hesitate and said, "Yes."

After the company's personnel were established, Song Zhiyu started the acceleration mode and won two project contracts at the same time. He was extremely busy.

He didn't have time until Christmas. He didn't miss foreign holidays and flew directly back to China to be with his parents.

Song Mingze is over 50 and will retire in a few years. As a son, he feels very unfilial. He goes home only a handful of times a year and the time he spends with his parents is not as long as the time spent with his nanny.

When he went home this time, he brought many gifts.

Father Song Mingze held the exquisite red wine bottle, his thick eyebrows slightly raised, and said: "The French red wine of 82...smells very fragrant, Xiaocui, bring three goblets."

Lu Chuyao tightened his shawl and said to his son with a smile, "Look how happy your father is when you come back."

Song Mingze is not an alcoholic and has extremely high self-discipline. Unless invited by his old comrades, he can avoid drinking at home.

Faced with his wife's teasing, Song Mingze smiled and said nothing.Xiaocui wanted to pour the wine, so he waved his hand and said, "I'll do it, you go and have a rest."

It was rare for a family of three to get together, and he didn't want outsiders to disturb the wonderful dinner.

"Dad, let me do it." How can a son let me pour wine?

"Okay, pour it for you."

Lu Chuyao held his chin up elegantly, looked at her husband, then at her son, and sighed with a happy expression: "That's great."

"I can stay at home for four or five days this time. Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just staying home to be with you."

"really?"

Song Zhiyu nodded.

With the happy eyes of his parents, he suggested: "If dad is free, we can go fishing at the farmhouse and relax in the fields in the suburbs."