Buyer

Chang Mingluo, the president of Youchang, accidentally recognized a voice from the radio station.

He was driving at that time, and the air conditioner was turned on too hot, and under the double attack of the cold wind outside, the car glass was covered with a layer of white dew, which made people feel uncomfortable.When he was driving the windshield wipers, the company called. He accidentally pressed the wrong switch. After the call, he found that the radio station in the car had been switched to a criminal investigation story program.

There is nothing new in the story, and he easily guessed the prisoner from the halfway point. The reason why he didn’t change the channel was because the host had a clear and clear voice, and the recitation was like Kunshan jade pieces colliding with the music. , suddenly awakened the phoenix sleeping in the morning light.Chang Mingluo stopped the car, bought a cup of coffee and lay down on the steering wheel thinking: This host is not well chosen, the voice is very inconsistent with the atmosphere of the show and the material selection of the story, no matter how good the emotion is, it can't be saved.

In the cold wind, someone knocked on the glass of his car from the outside.The little girl is like a newborn kitten, curled up in a padded jacket one size bigger than herself, and looks at him timidly, "Uncle... Big brother, do you want to raise flowers? Dad won't let me raise Tong Tong, said to throw her away, would you raise her for me?"

She was holding a small clay flower pot with mud in her arms, and the green leaves in the pot were already withered, looking listless and pitiful.

Chang Mingluo was in a good mood today, and he had a little more patience with children that he rarely showed at ordinary times. He handed her the cookies he bought with coffee through the car window, and said, "I didn't bring change, use this to tell you Can you change it?"

On Sunday, the president himself decided not to work overtime. He dismantled the tea set sent by his friend to try the effect. The tea was half brewed and he heard someone ringing the doorbell.The courier had a beautiful voice and said loudly through the door: "Sir, there is your letter."

Chang Mingluo raised his eyebrows, and when he opened the door, his face was calm, and he sized up the person in front of him, "Is it you?"

The courier guy was just helping a friend for two days. He just started working today. He thought he didn't know anyone around here, so he politely replied, "Sir, I think you've got the wrong person."

Chang Mingluo signed, pondered for a while, and then clipped a business card before handing it back, "I don't think I admitted my mistake, let's contact again when we have a chance."

Because of their good looks, many girls handed over love letters with blushing faces. They were speechless in the face of this not-so-advanced approach to strike up a conversation. pocket, and left quickly.

Chang Mingluo leaned against the door, watched his back and thought: This face is younger than expected, I really hope he has passed.

After almost a month, Chang Mingluo was in a state of desperation because of an inexplicable futures forced position. The secretary next door came to him with a phone and pushed the door open, with a somewhat puzzled tone, "Boss is looking for you, saying that he is sending a courier to meet you. of."

Chang Mingluo's fast-running brain slowed down a beat, and he nodded belatedly.

The original courier brother, surnamed Feng Mingzhen, was a senior officer of X, and led a few people to form a small studio. He ran away with the start-up funds halfway through a partner he knew through a reliable friend, and now he lives every day. Desperate.As soon as he returned to school, someone rushed towards him, his tone was a bit dog-legged in excitement, and the tail behind him was wagging quickly as if asking for credit, "Boss, boss! I found a big investor for our company!"

Feng Zhen pulled him off his neck, and asked the others what was going on with puzzled eyes.A primary school girl ran over with a lollipop in her mouth, and the golden retriever was thrown aside as soon as she took it. She clapped her hands, "It is said that the seniors also know someone, and they met when they delivered the courier two days ago."

Then the primary school girl hugged her face with envy, "It's great that successful people can still meet successful people even if they send a courier."

Seeing the blue veins on the old man's forehead, the golden retriever who was still asking for credit just now immediately turned into Yang Bailao selling his daughter, hugging Feng Zhen's thigh and switching to teary-eyed mode for a second, "Boss, I really can't help it! Look at us now , Giving up doesn't mean that I can't get the loan, and I can't bear to see you take the lead in the dilemma, so I have to push you into the arms of others!"

"Can you stop talking like I'm selling myself..." Feng Zhen kicked him away, walked in and asked the only reliable "IQ" in the studio, "What did the other party say?"

Shi Qing pushed down her glasses and pursed her mouth into a straight line, "The other party asked you to come over and talk in person."

She added again with concern. "But I always feel that the visitor is not kind, so nothing will happen?"

"It's okay!" The golden retriever put one hand on his hip, patted his chest, and assured him, "The other party seems to have a good personality."

"At this point, we can only hope so."

Facing the expectant eyes in the studio, Feng Zhen couldn't help but sighed while holding his forehead, "I see, I'll bring the materials to talk to their boss tomorrow."