Warm and lustrous

For the next week, Jiang Run took a taxi to and from get off work every day. The wheelchair was too conspicuous, so he changed to crutches.The effect of applying the medicine is remarkable, and the pain in the kneecap will soon be less. When sitting still, it is no different from a good leg.

During Pei Zeyang's trip to Spain, he came back in two days without accomplishing any major tasks. His colleagues all noticed him, and those who knew about Jiang Run's unexpected situation expressed their understanding.However, there are always some meddlers and gossips, and the scariest thing is that someone told his dad about it.

On Saturday morning, when everyone was working overtime, Pei Zeyang was called to his father's office on the top floor.

"A worthless thing!"

His father's face was dark, with anger written in every wrinkle. The moment Pei Zeyang entered the office, he was already on the verge of getting angry.

Pei Zeyang has long been used to it, so he didn't react much. He just stood aside, folded his hands, and lowered his head slightly.Put on an uninhibited attitude of "whatever you say, I just don't listen anyway".

The old man gritted his teeth tightly: "If Yuan Teng is handed over to you, heh, within three years, it won't be enough for you to lose!"

Pei Zeyang smiled indifferently, if he had the ability, he would really give it to him, but if he didn't, it would be a fart.

"On Monday, the board of directors will re-elect the head of the production department. You are so filthy, I want to nominate you! Do you see if anyone can choose you? There is no performance, no appeal, and I don't know where to read after studying for so many years. Go, how much money did you make in stocks, do you really think you are awesome? If it weren’t for me and Yuan Teng to give you the capital, do you think you would be where you are today?”

If you dislike it, you should try your best to dislike it.

Anyway, he, Pei Zeyang, is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

"say!"

His father suddenly slapped the table, stood up, and shouted with a mouthful of phlegm until his face trembled: "Say something to me!"

Pei Zeyang asked calmly, "What do you want me to say?"

"What on earth are you thinking? Have you thought about developing Yuanteng well?!"

Yes, of course.

Yuan Teng is the family business of his mother's Laotian family. If he doesn't want to develop, who else wants to develop?Those hyenas who only want to get money?

But Pei Zeyang didn't want to describe his lofty ambitions in front of his father.He was afraid of scaring him.

His father is over 70, and his time is limited.Every day he lived, his chances of pulling him down increased by one point.In the great fruit of Yuan Teng that everyone is watching, everyone only knows that Pei Zeyang is a rich second-generation son who can't make a talent, but no one sees his wolf ambition.

What Pei Zeyang hates the most is exchanging quotas with his father for something. He completed the big deal back then and successfully sat on the position of section chief. Speaking of outside, it was also given by his father.

He feels sick.This Yuan Teng originally belonged to him.Whether it works well or poorly is all his.There is never a need to give alms through the hand of the father.

"Do you still remember my mother's will? When I reach the age of 30, the shares of Yuan Teng that you kept for me will be transferred to my hands according to law." Pei Zeyang emphasized the word "law".

He didn't mean to threaten, but the old man felt threatened.

"Why, you want to learn to run before learning to walk? You can become the chairman of the board if you want this share?"

Pei Zeyang couldn't deny it.Over the years, he has spent a lot of money buying shares in Yuan Teng, and if he inherits his mother's shares, he may really become the largest shareholder of Yuan Teng.

"I'll let you retire voluntarily." Pei Zeyang said with confidence.

"Hey, you!"

Hearing his son's disobedient words, the old man's lungs were about to explode. He covered his chest and called the secretary's office: "Quick... quickly bring my medicine..."

Pei Zeyang witnessed a "life-and-death rescue" in which his outraged father came back to life after inhaling a few mouthfuls of asthma spray.

His peace of mind lasted the whole time.He even imagined what would happen if his father really died, and after thinking about it, he suddenly felt that that was not bad...

After receiving an inexplicable criticism, Pei Zeyang returned to the office.Colleagues in the office gave him sympathetic looks, and Qian Xiwen sent him a text message asking him to meet on the rooftop at noon.

Pei Zeyang deleted the text message and went to the tea room with his coffee.

During the lunch break, Jiang Run stayed in the office alone again. It was too far to go to the cafeteria, and it was easy to cause trouble on the way. Although there is not much work today, it is better to settle lunch in the office.He thought for a while and took out the bread in the drawer.

"Please drink milk tea."

Claire went upstairs and put a cup of fragrant hot milk coffee on Jiang Run's table.

Jiang Run smiled politely: "Thank you. You...still working overtime this afternoon? I think they all left..."

Claire was a little frustrated: "I had an appointment this afternoon, but I haven't finished the customs declaration form yet, so I have to work overtime."

"It's normal." As someone who has been here, Jiang Run can only comfort her, "You have only been here for a month. After a while, when you get started with all kinds of work, you will be able to do it quickly. You don't need to work overtime on Saturdays, you can work with me. Friends have fun."

"Alas," Claire sighed, her exquisite facial features were covered with the word "tired" in capital letters: "It is said that it is difficult for women to do foreign trade. I was not good at the beginning, but now I am fine. My workload in a week is less than that of my boyfriend. There are many, and there is no chance to meet."

"Is that so..."

Jiang Run's heart is slightly cold, it turns out that Claire has a boyfriend.

"College classmate?"

"Well, one class."

When talking about her boyfriend, Claire finally had some radiance on her face. She pulled up a chair and sat in Teresa's seat opposite Jiang Run, and asked, "Does Yuan Teng encourage office romance?"

"what?"

Jiang Run paused, and the child asked what he was doing.

"If it works, I will ask my boyfriend to come to Yuanteng to submit his resume. He has a level [-] English and is more capable than me."

It turned out that I was thinking too much.

Jiang Run took a sip of milk coffee and said with a smile, "Just now I thought I was tired from work, but now I want to mobilize my boyfriend to come?"

Claire is also helpless: "He, although the internship he is looking for is on weekends, [-] to [-], but the salary is not even half of what I am here, life is good..."

Jiang Run understands that it is all forced by life.He came to Yuanteng a year ago, and he also has the same mentality.

"You mean, do you plan to work here after graduation? Have you suffered so much?"

Claire didn't seem to like Jiang Run's questioning tone, and immediately argued: "Don't look at me as a small person, I also grew up through hardships! I just... well... I can't go back to my hometown, and my four years of college will be wasted if I go back to my hometown." Read it."

Jiang Run nodded.He thinks that Claire is very similar to him, whether it is character, family background, or life standpoint.

"It's not easy to do anything these days, it depends on what you are willing to sacrifice. You have also seen that these female seniors in the office are still unmarried at the age of 27 or [-]."

Marriage means marriage leave and maternity leave, which affects promotion, and even in some harsh companies, they will be dismissed in disguise.

Claire frowned again: "Life is so confusing."

"Confused, everyone is confused."

Ordinary people like Jiang Run are confused, and the golden spoons like Pei Zeyang are also confused.

After working until the afternoon, only Jiang Run, Claire and Pei Zeyang were left in the office.The Gu family of other people, who have an appointment, have an appointment. Compared with working overtime to earn a little overtime pay, other things seem to be more important.

To refresh himself, Pei Zeyang played a passionate European and American song with the volume turned up to the maximum.

Jiang Run couldn't help but beat the rhythm, but unfortunately he couldn't move his feet.

"Boom, boom, boom-"

There was a knock on the door, but no one heard it.A familiar figure stood in front of the frosted door, but no one saw it.

"You guys are so lively here!"

The manager of the business department pushed the door open with a sarcastic tone.

"Hey," Pei Zeyang hurriedly respected upon seeing this, "Why are you here, Minister Sun?"

Minister Sun glanced at Pei Zeyang like his father: "Why, can't I come?"

"Where is there, is there any new task? Let's go to the meeting room next door..."

Minister Sun waved his hand, seeing that there were only three people left in the office, he said, "It's also Saturday, and the other offices are full, why is your department so disorganized!"

He spoke straight and harsh, and he didn't care about Pei Zeyang's face.

Pei Zeyang is still flattering: "Our office is small and there are not many people. No, some of them have gone home to take care of their children, and some of them have gone out on business. Now there are only three of us left. It makes sense to play some music. , it’s spring, and people tend to get sleepy.”

At critical times, he still had to intercede for his staff.

"Just don't get sleepy!" Minister Sun glared at him. "Develop new customers right away. Let me tell you. I'll send you the list by email. The three departments will fight for it together. The result depends on how hard you work."

He patted Pei Zeyang on the shoulder, and then left, completely ignoring Pei Zeyang.That's right, even if his biological father doesn't take him seriously, can he be expected to be beaten by others to see his master?

Pei Zeyang saw off the guests with a smile, and his face changed drastically when he came back. A report became the object of his anger, and the folder was smashed to pieces on the ground.

"Old bald donkey!" he cursed.

Jiang Run watched all this with bitterness in his heart.

Claire sent a private message to Jiang Run, asking: "Are other departments forced to work overtime on Saturday?"

Kang Yoon-hui: "I don't know. But taking the initiative to work overtime will help improve performance."

For the sake of performance and promotion, many people do so voluntarily.

Claire sent a string of ellipses.Jiang Run probably could understand her mood.

Times have changed.The era of working against the clock, competing against the clock, and not necessarily keeping a job, is covering everyone.