After a flash marriage, rich wives also have to work hard to build a career

We examine two fields in one day, and only find one company for the sample size. Wouldn’t this data be unscientific?

"Mr. Kuang, what should we pay attention to when going to the flower show?"

Kuang Mingxuan was having a headache due to the complicated authorization of the software, so he simply sent a message to Song Wei asking him to book tickets, and gave up completely.

“What does attention mean?”

Ling Wanwan opened the memo on her phone, looking diligent and studious.

"Look, in the movie we just watched, we had to pay attention to whether there were any common sense errors in the plot, whether the actors, especially the surrounding extras, acted out of sync, whether there were inappropriate emotions in the climax, and whether the product placement was too much. Will it trigger rebellious psychology in the audience... These are all factors that will affect the consumer psychology of the audience, so what should we pay attention to when watching the flower show?"

Looking at the confused expression of the person in front of her, she added: "I mean, I can probably guess that Kuangshi may want to invest in making a movie, so it needs to understand the audience's consumption psychology of the movie. But what happened to the flower show? What's the matter? Is Kuesi going to invest in the flower show and sponsor it?"

Now Kuang Mingxuan understood, and he was speechless at Ling Wanwan's serious work attitude.

“Who said Questyle wants to invest in movies and flower shows?”

"Isn't it? So what have we been busy with all morning?"

The two stared at each other, each feeling speechless.

Kuang Mingxuan sighed: "Don't you think...we were working overtime this morning?"

Ling Wanwan: "Ah, what else? I even took notes!"

Kuang Mingxuan: "..."

Forget it, let's be direct. It seems that Ling Wanwan is really not suitable for taking the romantic route.

"Come shopping with me later!"

"Oh, good!"

Ling Wanwan's attitude was very submissive, without even a question or objection, which made Kuang Mingxuan feel a little depressed.

"Aren't you going to ask me why?"

Ling Wanwan was puzzled: "Why should I ask why?"

Is this the first time?

She and Kuang Mingxuan have known each other for more than a month, and he seems to be particularly persistent in hoping that she will ask why, but the question is, why should she ask why?

Wouldn't it be great if the boss gives instructions and the employees carry them out? Does he like people who are naturally rebellious?

But Kuang Mingxin, who is naturally rebellious, doesn't seem to be very popular with him!

"Ling Wanwan! You are Ling Wanwan, right!"

The sharp sound reached the ears, making Ling Wanwan, who was feeling depressed, jump.

On the side, a girl wearing a tight black dress ran over to her with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"It's Ling Wanwan, right? I haven't seen you for so many years. Why haven't you changed at all? You're still the same as when you were in school!"

Ling Wanwan recognized Tang Jing, her classmate in junior high school and high school, who was also her best friend.

When they were in school, the teacher arranged for the two of them to sit at the same table because their entrance examination scores were very close.

Later, her academic performance dropped, and Tang Jing abandoned her and went to play with No. 1 and No. 2 in the class.

She has always been emotionally slow. She greets her innocently every day, warmly invites her to play at her home, and gives her pickles made by her grandma. She never feels anything is wrong.

She sensed something was wrong because one day she heard that Xu Qian and Tang Jing were fighting. She was called by other classmates to break up the fight. She saw Xu Qian angrily pointing at the trash can and asking Tang Jing to apologize.

Only then did she realize that her grandma had worked up to midnight to make the pickles, and the pickles she happily sent out were thrown directly into the trash can without even looking at them.

Her first reaction at the time was sadness. She felt sorry for her grandma's hard work and that the pickles she had worked so hard to make were abandoned like that.

So she went to the trash can and picked up the pickles in front of everyone.

Fortunately, the outer packaging is still there. If the box is washed, the dishes inside will not be affected. I also want to thank her for not even opening the box and sealing it well.

Many students who were watching laughed mockingly.

Tang Jing covered her nose and cried, wiping her tears.

"What are you doing? Those pickles are stinky to begin with. How can a good family like to eat those things? I just said a few polite words to you and you rushed to bring them to you every day. I gave you face and never told the truth. This is to protect your face, but this damn girl actually came to blame me! You two are so ignorant!"

Xu Qian stepped forward and slapped her.

She cried even harder: "You are campus bullies! How can you morally kidnap others!"

The dean came to quell the commotion and the punishment was to ask Xu Qian and Ling Wanwan to invite their parents.

Xu Qian said it doesn't matter. If you can call my mother, I will kowtow for you.

But Ling Wanwan gave up. She didn't want her grandma to know that the pickles she sent out were thrown into the trash can every day. She was afraid that her grandma would be sad.

Her only family is also her only weakness.

So she stayed in the dean's office refusing to leave. She was obviously full of grievances, but she could only reluctantly bow to Tang Jing and apologize.

The final punishment given to her by the dean was to ask her to read a self-reflection letter in front of the whole class. The charge was "encouraging other students to bully on campus."

At that time, Fang Yanbin and several boys wanted to stand up for her, but she stopped them.

It’s not that I don’t blame her, it’s not that I don’t want to beat her back, I’m just afraid that if things get bigger again and the teacher really tells grandma the whole story, that would be terrible.

"I'm sorry. But if you really don't like eating, you can tell me directly."

"It doesn't matter. The teacher said that students should be united and friendly."

This was the last conversation of their high school careers.

It's ridiculous to have a preface without a follow-up.

In fact, she has always had a question in her heart for so many years: They used to be good friends and besties who talked about everything. Why did she suddenly treat her like this?

The only time we met later was at a high school class reunion when I was in college.

Everyone was busy looking for something to eat. Only Tang Jing took the initiative to come up and chat with her.

"I heard that you are now admitted to the nursing major, and you will be a nurse in the future? That's good. Your grandparents are quite old, so you can take care of them at home!"

If this were said to others, it would sound quite heartwarming.

But the problem is that when these words came from Tang Jing's mouth, they sounded so disgusting.

Ling Wanwan said "hehe" twice, unscrewed a bottle of Coke on the table, and poured it all over her body.

Tang Jing, who was like a drowned rat, was about to get angry, but Ling Wanwan already slapped her.

"Fuck off!"