The lightness of the world of mortals

"Why so suddenly?" Ming Yu turned around, "You got promoted before you left?"

Jiang Ruojing took a cigarette from her, took a puff, and slowly exhaled, "You know, in domestic companies, everyone can have the title of 'manager'. It's not unusual for managers to run around the streets, and directors. They want When sending me back to China, I also considered this situation, so I was given a title before sending me back, and I was regarded as a member of a domestic company."

Ming Yue bent his lips and looked at the woman in front of him, she had grown too much.Five years ago, Jiang Ruojing was dispatched from China to City C not long after she started working. Her teeth were not straight. She said "Benz" for "Mercedes", and she answered Metoo when others said Nicetomeetyou.

Now she has her teeth straightened, and instead of Benz, she speaks Mercedes, and she knows how to answer Youtoo.

Ming Yu raised his hand and stroked her waterfall-like black hair behind her ears, revealing a delicate face.Jiang Ruojing closed his eyes.

"Chick." Ming Yu woke her up.

Jiang Ruojing opened his eyes, the tide receded, leaving a glance of loss.

"you are awesome."

"What do you mean? My outfit today? Does it match your ladder?"

Ming Yu gasped, "I told you, from head to toe, there should be no more than two brands that can be recognized at a glance."

"You still despise me~" Jiang Ruojing pouted, "Yu, I'm leaving."

"I know, half of my time is in China, and we will meet again."

"But that's not what I want."

"This is what you can get," Ming Yue brushed his long hair, "I'm going in, will you stay here?"

Jiang Ruojing bit her lip on the dim balcony, not answering the question.

Ming Yu took off his coat and put it on her shoulders, "I'll go in first."

At this time of the reception, there are often two groups of people, those who were just going through the motions have already left, and those who enjoyed the night all drank a bit too high, feeling unsatisfied.

Only Chen Xilin who was sitting in the corner, Mingyu couldn't tell which type she belonged to.

"Miss Chen, how are you? Are you happy tonight?" Ming Yu handed over a bottle of water with a price tag of $[-].

Chen Xilin turned his head and smiled at her, "Thank you, Miss Ming," she took the water, "I enjoyed it a lot, the reception was a success, congratulations."

Ming Yue expected that she did not work in China. People in China like to call a certain boss, and there can be ten "heads" in a company.

But she still couldn't figure out Chen Xilin's identity. Michelle introduced her vaguely, and her business card was blank. These should be intentional, and Ming Yue naturally wouldn't ask.

"Miss Chen stayed in City C for a few days? Are you still used to it?"

"I've been to C City a few times too." Chen Xilin flicked his finger, and the bottle cap opened, "I really can't tell how long I stayed."

Ming Yue sat down next to her, and breathed a faint scent, which was not distracting like a commercial scent, but more like...a blend of body scent and soap scent.She tilted her head to brush her hair, and looked at Chen Xilin from the corner of her eye. Although her attire looked out of place tonight, she looked like a staff member of the club, but the body wrapped in the suit was undoubtedly slender and straight. At this moment, Chen Xilin looked slightly He raised his head to drink water, and his two long legs were stretched out in the straight trouser legs. At the end of the long legs was a pair of elegant silver-gray stiletto heels, with a diamond inlaid on the heel, looming.

Chen Xilin put the bottle cap on, turned his head and smiled at Ming Yue.She has a kind of beauty that makes people feel comfortable. Her head, face, and facial features are all small and exquisite, but they are not Xiaojiabiyu's style when they are put together. Instead, she has a natural atmosphere, a non-aggressive atmosphere.

Mingyu sat with her on this row of low sofas without feet. This was the only corner of the banquet hall that made people feel relaxed. It was a bit strange, as if it was the first time that she didn't feel the pressure to find something to talk about in front of strangers, she just sat there lazily, with Chen Xilin, neither of them spoke, but it wasn't embarrassing.

At 09:30, all the guests left, Ming Yu thanked Roger and his team, and walked towards the parking lot alone.From the elevator to the fifth floor, Ming Yu took out his phone and tapped it, and the car started.

Standing at the rear of the car, Jiang Ruojing was startled, and bumped into Ming Yue who was walking over.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Ming Yu asked.

"...wait for you... see if you can still drive."

"I'm fine. In fact, I only drank a glass of cocktail and a glass of red wine. I'm afraid I can't do it in China."

"Yu...I'll accompany you back..."

Ming Yue's face turned cold, "I don't want tonight," he opened the car door, "I'll take you home."

Jiang Ruojing didn't ask anymore, just got into the car, bowed his head and didn't make a sound.

"When are you leaving?" Ming Yu asked.

"November is tentatively set."

"Have you left it to us?"

"Not yet."

"Hurry up, it's been two months in a hurry."

Jiang Ruojing raised his head, something was about to overflow from his eyes, "Are you so anxious to let me go?"

Ming Yue was stunned, he was just talking about business, and didn't mean to urge her, so she turned off the engine.

"Ruojing, do you have a grudge against me?"

"No." Jiang Ruojing lowered her head. She crossed the line tonight, and she agreed from the beginning that she is not responsible for each other and has no obligation.

Ming Yue was silent. She knew that there might be resentment, but the other party couldn't say it.

After a while, "Did you ask to go back?"

"Half and half, my visa is about to expire. In the current situation, it is very difficult to renew my visa, and the green card is nowhere in sight."

"Hmm..." Ming Yu frowned and thought for a while, "The country is pretty good now. With your qualifications overseas and your own ability, returning to China may be more promising than staying here."

"More... I go back... my family will force me to marry him."

Ming Yue went to touch the cigarette, and suddenly remembered that smoking was prohibited in the parking lot, and felt a little empty in his hand, feeling agitated.She didn't know how to help Jiang Ruojing solve this problem, her position was very awkward.

"Yu, I only want you."

"I shouldn't be involved in your deliberations."

"But you like me, don't you? Why do you have to refuse further development?"

There was a cold light in Ming Yue's eyes, "I want to drink a glass of milk, do I have to raise a cow?"

Fickle words are the easiest to say, and she is used to it.Too many explanations are just circles around the nature of fickleness: I don’t have time and energy to talk about love, everyone’s memory space is limited, mine is all occupied by work, I’m a part-time job, and I need to spend hours every hour The daily salary needs every commission to maintain my current life and status, and there can be no mistakes.

The other party will not agree with the heart and soul.

Jiang Ruojing felt her heart being scratched. It was obviously not the first time she expressed this tone, but after several years, she remained steadfast in the face of the reality that she was about to leave.

"Didn't you just be..."

"It doesn't matter." Ming Yu quickly interrupted her.

The second half of Jiang Ruojing's words dissipated just like that, the light in his eyes went out and brightened again, he lowered his head and smiled, yes, this is not the way Ming Yu likes, what does Ming Yu want?Just a heartless pleasure.

She stretched her waist and squinted her eyes, "Let's talk about it later. Mr. Ming will send me off?"

"Where will I take you?" Ming Yu started the car.

Jiang Ruojing tilted his head, didn't he just agree to send him home?She stroked Ming Yue's neck, and her voice softened, "Send me to heaven...?"

Ming Yue turned his face to look at her, with beautiful eyebrows and wet lips, he instinctively leaned over to peck lightly, but the other party couldn't hold back any longer, opened his white teeth lightly, and the small part slipped into Ming Yue's teeth, Find her tongue.

The breathing was also heavy, and a few words escaped from his throat with difficulty: "More...Only you can set me on fire..."

Ming Yue's kiss also became serious, something shone in through her closed eyelids, then disappeared in a flash, she opened her eyes, and a car was driving away on the opposite side, the woman in the driver's seat was Chen Xilin, the corners of her lips still With a smile.

In October, City C becomes colder.

The workplace is far from being so glamorous. For Ming Yue, work is more of a daily tedious matter, and events like receptions are just heavy work amidst the tedious work.

She just flew back from the Netherlands, carrying two boxes of chocolate candies and went up to the ninth floor with the elevator. The best gift she can bring to her colleagues after a business trip is candy. Americans are addicted to sweets, and their demand for sweetness is twice that of Europeans. , appears less tasteful in this respect.

Mingyu once tried to think about why Americans prefer sweet, greasy and deep-fried foods, which are undoubtedly the easiest to fill their stomachs. She guessed that the source of taste of a nation or country should be traced back to their ancestors who immigrated to the United States from Europe Most of them are middle and lower class people. In that era when the material was not abundant, the middle and lower class, especially the bottom class people, must prefer the food that is the easiest to satisfy their hunger.

But they also know that European chocolate is good.The ninth floor is the department dealing with the relocation of dispatched personnel's household items. Ming Yue moved a high chair and sat in the aisle to chat with them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you taking good care of my clients?"

"Of course, Ming's customers are our priority targets!" Pete said flatteringly, and he realized it himself. He took the lead in laughing to cover up his embarrassment, and the others followed suit.

Ming's client?Ming Yu narrowed his eyes and thought, isn't Ming's client the company's biggest boss?

"How are the VIPs? Have you been treated politely?" she asked again.

FATES customers are divided into two types: ordinary and VIP. Like Beluga, nearly [-] cross-border transfers of personnel per year are VIP customers, and there are very few high-level confidentiality managers in VIP. Their transfers are commercial secrets, and FATES personnel do not It can be disclosed, even internally cannot be discussed, and all their personal information, including names, cannot be entered into the company system.

Each department has a few skilled hands who specialize in dealing with VIP customers. They are like the sales of a small number of top luxury brand stores. They not only need to be proficient in business, but also have excellent personal qualities. They know how to communicate with these VIP executives.

Interestingly, you will find that each business has its own unique character. The customers of company A are more talkative, and the customers of company B are more demanding... When recruiting, companies will choose candidates who are highly compatible with the corporate culture. After entering, continue to pickle, and the taste will be similar.

"I'm fine this week," Louella grumbled. "Hey, John, what was your guest doing last week? Would you like to share with Ming?"

In America, if you see a long, French-sounding, beautiful girl's name, you can almost be sure it's an African-American woman, and their parents are particularly fond of this type of name.

"Oh, you can't believe it, last week a guest insisted on bringing 52 bottles of cellar wine."

"From where to where?" Ming Yu asked.

"SanJose to the UAE."

"Hiss~" Ming Yu frowned, "That's a red-labeled country...how did you solve it?"

"Explain to him that this batch of wine has to be shipped separately. His company is not responsible for the freight and customs taxes, and he has to pay for it himself. He is still considering it."

"Hmm..." Mingyu thought, "Make sure he knows this is our extra help."

"Okay, Ming."

52 bottles of red wine, Ming Yu thought, might be half his life's collection, but to FATES it was just a small trouble in a certain order on a certain day.

In fact, these details are not for her to worry about. She just comes to the grassroots from time to time to express her concern and learn about the situation by the way—their supervisors will not report the situation upwards.

"Ming, is the Netherlands fun? I heard that marijuana is legal there?" the beauty Wendy asked.

"That's right, we can order a shot of marijuana while sitting at the bar." Ming Yue said seriously.

"Really?" Wendy's blue eyes widened.

"Maybe." Ming Yu looked at her and smiled.

Wendy blushed, and everyone laughed. Zhong Mingyu caught a glimpse of Cindy talking on the phone in the cubicle, with a rather serious expression.

She stood up, "Okay, everyone, keep up the good work!"

Amid everyone's thanks, Ming Yue walked towards the cubicle, and the closer he got, the more clearly he could hear the phrase "your plane" constantly popping out of Cindy's mouth.

When he got closer, Cindy just hung up the phone, "Hi, Ming!"

"Hey Cindy, what's the matter, any trouble?"

"No, but it's quite interesting." Cindy lowered her voice, mysteriously, "The executive of the white whale intends to send a private jet to China."

"Luck? Just fly away!" Ming Yue heard the word "Moby Dick", and he paid special attention to it, unconsciously leaning forward.

Cindy turned the computer screen towards her and said, "It's a helicopter. It can't fly that far. She uses it for transportation in Silicon Valley. I heard that the traffic in Haicheng, China is also very congested. She is considering whether to transport it there."

Ming Yue looked at the screen, and there was a British passport with the name LynnSiChin on it.

Looking at the photo again, Ming Yu completely recognized her as the unidentified Chen Xilin.

"She's moving to China?" Ming Yu asked.

"Yes, the plan is to go there first at the end of the year."

"In such a hurry... the plane... is she serious?"

"Just to understand, I told her about the tariffs, it's better to buy a new one."

"It's not just tariffs. China's control over private jets is not as loose as the United States. Where are they parked? How much is it for a day? If you want to fly, can you apply for a route... It's unrealistic to take all these into consideration."

"Yes, so she just inquired to see if that's what she thought. It sounded like she had given up."

Just as Ming Yu was about to say something, the internal broadcast rang, and the receptionist told her to go to meeting room 1603 on the top floor.

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the elevator.