My boss betrayed me

Just like a car race, you have to be fast and react quickly.

If you are slow to react, you will lose at the starting line."

Xia Muchu's eyes were sharp, as if he was giving the final crucial instructions to a racing driver who was about to take the field.

He waited nervously for the result.

4. “After the property rights are handed over, we will immediately hire experts to demolish all the buildings in the leather factory except the main office building and clean them up.

Do not arrange jobs for the former leather factory employees who have been taken in for the time being, but continue to train them.

We can't lose our composure and must act strictly according to the plan.

It’s like tidying up a room, it has to be organized and not messy.”

Xia Muchu folded his hands over his chest, thinking about something.

He went over each step in his mind.

5. "Before the list of the board of directors of the joint-stock company is finalized, Wang Long and Zhang San are not allowed to come to the door to seal the door with any excuse.

After the joint-stock company is officially registered, the two of them will come together to seal the deal.

It's like playing a card, you have to choose the best time.

If the timing is wrong, then everything will be lost, all will be lost."

Xia Muchu narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about an extremely complicated chess game.

He planned every step carefully.

6. "Liuli will focus on doing four things well in the next step.

The first is to interview Li Yichen’s poetry friends and collect materials.

The second is to mobilize social relations to plan, publish and promote Li Yichen's poetry collection.

Third, in the name of Roman Culture Company, we donated 500,000 Longteng coins to Mafang Village to build a primary school.

Fourth, on behalf of Xia Muchu, he went to Songjiang to meet Li Jun, repay the loan of 300,000 Longteng coins and interest, and retrieve the promissory note.

At the same time, he went to visit Qiu Letian and left him five thousand Longteng coins.

None of these four things can be neglected and we must do our best.

It was like a mission that had to be completed perfectly without any flaws.”

Xia Muchu's eyes were firm and full of expectation.

He looked forward with hope that everything would be completed successfully.

"As for yourself,"

Xia Muchu looked at her face, his eyes full of concern.

“You need to calm down, calm down, finish writing The Path of Cultivation, then take a break for a while and prepare to write about Li Yichen.

It takes real effort to write about Li Yichen. One inch more will expose him, and one inch less will make him meaningless. This job belongs to you.

You are the chosen one.

Just like the protagonist in the game, he shoulders an important mission and must move forward courageously. "

"I can tell you're starting to put a full stop now."

Nangong Yue said with a smile.

But her smile was too fake, too distorted. She tried to pretend to be indifferent and heroic, but it made people feel sad and miserable.

She smiled stiffly, but the tears in her eyes had already revealed her inner feelings.

Her heart was filled with helplessness and sadness: the road ahead was really difficult.

Xia Muchu looked at the starry sky very seriously, smiled and said with longing: "I wonder if I can turn into a butterfly, like Liang Shanbo.

Wow, this is so romantic.

It’s like a dream scene.”

Nangong Yue never thought that Xia Muchu would speak such poetic words and have such a rich imagination.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, and this time she really laughed.

I don't know if it was Xia Muchu's carefreeness that infected her, or if she suddenly realized something from the laughter, her expression gradually became serious. She wiped her tears with her sleeve, completely forgetting whether this action was incompatible with her usual manners and grace. She suppressed her voice and said in a low voice: "Fuck, what's wrong with me? I'm so sad.

I have to cheer up and act like Xia Muchu's wife.

We can't be so cowardly.

You must stand up straight and show your dominance."

In Xia Muchu's memory, this was the first swear word he heard from Nangong Yue.

Xia Muchu returned to the door and the quiet little world of only 60 square meters. He continued to read, watch TV and play chess every day, which was boring and regular.

He pays attention to current affairs almost every moment, studying politics, economy and culture.

Judging from the time, he estimated that Fang Baiyun should be here.

He cherishes this friend very much and has high expectations for Fang Baiyun.

At noon that day, Xia Muchu went to a small restaurant not far downstairs to have lunch as usual. He ordered a bowl of Sichuan-style spicy noodles, sat on a small bench under the makeshift shed at the door, and was eating with relish with his head down when he suddenly felt someone patted his shoulder.

He was instinctively startled and stopped picking up the noodles. Then he smiled and said without looking up: "Are the fake foreigners here?"

The person who came was indeed Fang Baiyun, dressed in a suit and carrying an exquisite black leather suitcase. He put the suitcase on the ground, pulled over a bench and sat down opposite Xia Muchu, smiling and saying, "Dare you not to come?"

"Just got off the plane?"

Xia Muchu asked.

Fang Baiyun nodded, then shouted to the restaurant: "Boss, order a big bowl of noodles."

Xia Muchu quickly added, "Put it on my account. It's my treat. We can't be stingy. We have to be more generous."

The two people's clothes, the two people's language, and especially Xia Muchu's very serious voice, did seem a bit funny to the people around them, and the guests sitting next to them couldn't help but laugh secretly.

For Fang Baiyun, after all, he betrayed Xia Muchu, so there will always be some psychological barriers.

However, after a few words together, his concerns disappeared in an instant. He felt that the past events had not affected their friendship, but made it deeper and purer.

After dinner, the two walked slowly on the road.

Fang Baiyun smiled and asked, "Guess what those people were laughing at us for?"

"Old fashioned."

Xia Muchu replied, and then said, "You should have called in advance."

"That wouldn't fit your design."

Fang Baiyun said, "You go to the airport to pick me up, who knows if there are eyes watching you from behind? It's better to be cautious.

You withheld my food and wages, and I come to seek justice from you. You and I are in an opposing relationship.

We have to act this play more realistically. We can’t let it get away with anything.”

Xia Muchu laughed at himself, sighed and said, "Life is difficult nowadays.

If I stop here, the loss will be too great, and Wang Long and Zhang San will not let me go.

If I am caught by the police, the government will not let me go.

If I offend the British, the Romans will not let me go.

Right now, we are really surrounded by enemies.

This is too difficult for me, it’s simply Hard mode. It’s like I’m stuck in a huge whirlpool and can’t get out. ”

"Do you think it's worth it?"

Fang Baiyun asked.

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it."

Xia Muchu answered and asked, "How did the British talk to you?"

Fang Baiyun said: "The conversation took place at night in a bar.

When I heard that you were going to deduct half of my salary, my eyes widened and I said angrily, "I came here to find him by his last name."

I thought the performance was okay, and I also broke a glass in the bar and had to pay some money for it.

My acting skills are also very good. I can definitely win an Oscar.”

After returning home, Xia Muchu went to the kitchen to boil water to make tea. Fang Baiyun found a pair of slippers to change into and sat comfortably at the square table in the living room.

There were several books on political economy and some manuscript paper on the table. A pen was pressed on the manuscript paper, and a few paragraphs were written on the manuscript paper.

Fang Baiyun picked up the manuscript and started reading. It was probably an essay or something like that.

The central government is talking about politics again. It’s not that it didn’t talk about it in the past, but now the issue has become more prominent and it concerns the political power.

The central government talks about politics, and A Yue has to talk about politics too. She has no choice but to do so. Otherwise, there will be no way out, because her readers are in Longteng Country and her survival foundation is in Longteng Country.

When talking about politics, we have to talk about outlook on life, moral norms and life values, and spiritual realm.

A Yue is not good at talking about politics, because she is not in that power class and cannot appreciate the interests and feelings of that class, but she can talk about the outlook on life, the positive outlook on life, and the spiritual realm that good cannot prevail over evil.

So this is also about politics.