Dear girl

"Nationally, from this evening to tomorrow..."

Xiao Ming pushed his glasses, and looked helplessly at his father next to him.

When I came home from school, my mother's first sentence was always "finish your homework quickly".After finishing the homework and closing the exercise book, it is always such a coincidence that my mother cooks the last dish.While Mom is doing the dishes, Dad should be watching the news.

"There will be heavy rainstorms in some areas, and we have to beware of strong convective weather such as thunderstorms, strong winds, hail and short-term heavy rainfall. The day after tomorrow, there will be a lot of rain..."

Xiao Ming withdrew his gaze, looked at the weather forecast host on the TV screen, and sighed in his heart.

After the weather report is over, it's time for Dad to put him to bed.

A few years ago, a county road was opened to Miaowang Village.Xiao Ming's parents re-applied to the village for a homestead near the road to do some small businesses such as daily necessities and snacks on the grounds that there was a small hill 50 meters away from home and they were afraid of mudslides due to rain.

There was a thunder outside the window, and the raindrops hit the red tiles.

Xiao Ming's mother came out of the kitchen and patted her head, feeling like she had forgotten something.

"ah."

Xiao Ming's father was taken aback: "What, what a fuss."

"Morrow's father, hurry up, the sheets washed today have not been confiscated."

"Are you stupid?" Xiao Ming's father stood up from the stool, went to the door, took off the lock, and pushed the door open, "It's raining heavily." He plunged into the courtyard dam.

The iron wire for drying clothes was hanging on the banyan tree beside the road, and Xiao Ming's father just stretched out his hand.

A car drove by, splashing mud all over him.

"Hurry up to reincarnate." Xiao Ming's father cursed, and pulled the quilt on the wire, and one corner couldn't be pulled, as if it was stuck.Then he walked to the hanging end.

Just then another car sped past him.It's even scarier than the one just now, like a bullfight just released.The loud sound of the engine shocked his back, and he fell into the ditch next to him, covered in mud.

"Fucking crazy, don't kill me, right? As soon as I hold the steering wheel, I feel like a Transformer, made of iron. I really think that everything is a highway..." Xiao Ming's father got up while scolding.

"I won't tell you, my son won't be called Xiao Ming."

Put away the sheets, didn't change the clothes, found the phone, called 110, and sued the person for racing.

**

Xia Yao drove a second-hand Chevrolet Cruze bought for 6 yuan on a certain county road under the jurisdiction of Yangchuan City.

It was raining heavily, and the wipers kept sweeping the windshield. Even if the fog lights were turned on, the rain would greatly affect the visibility.

Xia Yao held the steering wheel with both hands, her eyes were fixed on the front, her lips were pursed into a thin line, and the sound of rain could be heard in her ears.

Because of the high level of concentration, I temporarily forgot the pain on my body.

I just noticed someone in front of me, so I slowed down the speed a little, and the car behind caught up.

Xia Yao stepped on the accelerator and accelerated again.

As long as you leave the county road and go to Binjiang Avenue, it will be less than an hour at the fastest.

What kind of entanglement and struggle did she go through? The child who took the initiative to expose the darkness to her finally betrayed her.

**

Song Xinci sat in a very stylish teahouse, a small teahouse surrounded by green bamboos.Looking out, the rain beat the bamboo leaves, and the cold wind stirred the wind chimes.

It doesn't look so peaceful.

What used to be a clear and clear voice gave her a headache at this moment.Song Xinci was restless, and said in a muffled voice, "Can you take that wind chime away?" Song Xinci looked up at the tea master who was pouring the teapot and said, "Thank you."

The tea artisan nodded.

It was the first time for Li Sisi to drink tea in such a high-end place, and there was a beautiful woman playing the guzheng outside the house.I don't know what tune to play, it rings once, stops for a while, the transition is very slow.It may be that she is too superficial and ignorant of art, and she almost died of hearing it, so she simply ignored the music.

Li Sisi carefully glanced at Song Xinci, saw that the latter was staring out the window in a daze, sighed in his heart how beautiful the boss was, then tilted his head and asked the tea artisan next to him in a low voice: "How much is such a pot of tea? "She was so curious that she couldn't help herself. If she hasn't been here, she hasn't been here.

The tea artisan smiled politely: "Hi, this pot of tea is super-grade Bitan Piaoxue, 590 yuan." Song Xinci is a frequent customer here, and the waiters know her, so they order this every time they come. Don't ask.

Li Sisi almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood. Sure enough, the happiness of a rich man was unimaginable. A pot of tea cost her less than half a month's salary.

Tomorrow is the tenth, and it's time to pay wages again.The company's capital turnover has been low for a long time, and it all depends on the boss to fill in the holes.As the vice president, Li Sisi felt that the company's losses were directly related to her leadership. Fortunately, the company was just established, but half a year later, it was still losing money, which made her ashamed to ask the boss for money.Today Song Xinci took the initiative to call Li Sisi to come here to find her.

To be honest, Song Xinci is a 120-point boss in Li Sisi's eyes.No matter how bad the business report submitted was, Song Xinci never scolded them.So much so that Li Sisi wondered if the boss didn't read the email she sent at all.

Of all the businessmen in the world, who doesn't want to make money?

Like the boss, since the establishment of the company, the number of times he has been there can be counted on one hand, and he never asks about the company's operating conditions and does not ask for any requests. What exactly is he planning?

The tea master brewed the tea, gently closed the door, and backed out.

Li Sisi picked up the teacup and sniffed the scent of jasmine.The tea soup is green and clear, with pieces of white petals floating on it, as crystal clear as snowflakes.

Li Sisi took a sip with a tentative mind, and it was really refreshing.After swallowing, there is a slight aftertaste.

Song Xinci looked sideways at the rain for a while.After seeing an iron rod similar to a clothes fork taking the wind chime away, he looked back.Li Sisi on the opposite side was immersed in her own world, holding tea, she didn't know what she was giggling at.

No matter how you look at it, you look like a fool, no wonder the company has been losing money.After nearly half a year of practice testing, Song Xinci was sure that this guy had no business acumen, at least he was not a leader.I have no time to take care of it because of the studio.She didn't want to do business in the first place, but she didn't care if she could pay Lao Song a little labor fee a month.

But Liu Wei seems to be a little unhappy these two days, do I have to use another way to fool around?

Song Xinci lowered his head, pressed the light on the phone and turned it off, pressed the light on the phone and turned it off again.This cycle was repeated several times, and finally the concern prevailed.Unlock the lock screen and open the address book.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off. Sorry, the subscriber..."

Sister Yao, you are going too far.

Song Xinci threw the phone on the table, and with a bang, Li Sisi walked out of his own world with a puzzled expression: "Mr. Song?"

Song Xinci took out a card from his bag and handed it over: "Sisi, this is considered a loan from me to the company. You can ask the accountant to record it. When the company makes a profit, you have to return it to me."

Li Sisi really wanted to say that in order to save money, she was in charge of the company's finances.Although she may not be good at business, she is generally a reliable person.

Of course, what Li Sisi didn't know was that Song Xinci kept her because of her character - peace of mind.

But Li Sisi was more curious about another question, so she asked, "Mr. Song, isn't the company yours? Why do you need to borrow it?" As far as she knew, the company had no other shareholders.

For the sake of you being a Pisces, Song Xinci took a sip of tea and explained: "Business is not charity, so the budget is limited. My investment is to make money, not to fill a bottomless pit."

"But doing something requires persistence, doesn't it?" After finishing speaking, Li Sisi suddenly remembered a success story that she didn't know where to read, and added: "I don't persist because I have hope, but hope because I persist."

Song Xinci: "..." I don't want to talk.

Quotes don't apply to everything.

The latter stared at her so intently.This guy, do you know that it’s impolite to keep staring at people like this? Song Xinci coughed and said: "The newly established company definitely needs a cycle to make profits. But after so long, let’s not talk about paying back the capital or maintaining the company. It is operating normally, and even the emergency funds have been used up. This shows that the company’s operating system is not healthy, or if it is a market choice, then there is no need for it to exist, and you must know how to stop losses in time when doing business.”

Li Sisi: For the first time, I feel that the boss is a businessman.

Song Xinci shook his legs, and added: "If the first choice is wrong, it's useless to persist."

What does this mean, is it closing down?Or are you blaming her for her lack of leadership?Li Sisi felt guilty, couldn't sit still, and whispered: "Mr. Song, I..."

Song Xinci saw Li Sisi's apologetic face and hesitant look, raised his left wrist, glanced at his watch, Xu Lang should be arriving soon, "I don't blame you, you go back first."

Li Sisi stood up abruptly, the sudden sound of a chair brushing against the floor made her flustered even more, as if she didn't know where to put her hands and feet, she bowed to Song Xinci, "Then I'll go first."

Song Xinci: "..." I'm just making nonsense, it's not considered criticism, why do I feel that the other party is very scared...

This kid's heart is too fragile.

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