The lightness of the world of mortals

A week later, Mingyu flew from Yancheng to Haicheng. This time, he will stay in Haicheng for more than a month. The branch of FATES in Haicheng is not small. One of the important plans for her to come to Haicheng this time is to talk about the next one. A company specializing in medical insurance for high-end people. In this case, FATES will have an additional business module in China, which is medical insurance.

Kent, the general manager of Haicheng, is already waiting for her at the airport. Kent is 35 years old, a native of Haicheng, divorced and childless, with outstanding ability and good appearance.The appearance depends on who is matched, and it is more than enough to match the average woman. When it comes to Mingyue, Kent has no confidence.

Two years ago, Kent used what he thought was a very tactful way to ask Ming Yue for a relationship, but Ming Yue pretended not to understand, so he went down the steps.

Two years ago, Kent invited her to have dinner together and chose a table on the terrace by the river. As soon as Mingyu entered the venue, he sensed that the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous. She raised a side eyebrow, but Kent would not know. Jiang Ruojing's woman rolled down.

Kent’s way of asking for contacts is very characteristic of the primary stage of socialism. Let me first say that I am a native of Haicheng. I have two houses in my family. My parents live in District A with a house of 140 square meters. I live in District B with a house of 120 square meters. After he gets married, the big house can be exchanged for him.If the other party is dissatisfied, it is not a bad idea to sell the set and borrow to buy a bigger and more high-end one.

Ming Yu wanted to applaud him, a model of digital language in the data age.She calculated in her heart that these two suites were incredible. Based on the prices of the first one hundred thousand and one square meter in Districts A and B, the combined value was more than her property in City C.

But she couldn't see the vision and temperament fermented by assets from Kent.They are not one type of people.If you are with someone like Kent, you will never be poor in this life, but every day you will count what you have at home in your heart, and find satisfaction from abstract data.What would happen to a man like him?I will think about what brand of car will be respected when I drive it out, and I will tell you that a car number plate with the word "Hai" has defeated millions of out-of-towners. Does middle school have foreign teachers to take care of your children...

But Mingyu didn't care about these things.

What kind of woman should a man like him match?The kind who said to a LM's crocodile bag, what the hell is this, spend so much money to carry it out and don't know it, why not buy two C's 2.55 and Miss D with this money... Such a woman is worldly enough. They are also smart enough to know how to maximize the cost output, can you say they are not decent?Come out absolutely decent.Their circles also recognize C and D more.

Kents have their own set of values, and there is no right or wrong value, as long as it can bring them a sense of satisfaction, even if they have forgotten the value of something itself.

That day, Mingyu followed his words and chatted with him about real estate. After a long chat, Kent suddenly realized that this was not the topic of tonight, but he realized again that this was probably Mingyu's answer.

Fortunately, Ming Yue refused quietly, so he would save face. From then on, every time Ming Yu came to Haicheng, he would pick him up at the airport as usual. If Ming Yue stayed longer, like this time, he would rent a car in advance , Send Mingyu to the hotel and then leave the car for her.Mingyu protested several times, saying that he could just pick up the car at the airport after booking the car in advance, but Kent said that's okay, a girl's family can't work so hard.

When Ming Yue traveled to Europe or other parts of the Americas, no one would pick him up at the airport.East Asians have a lot of etiquette, and the machismo of East Asian men is not only reflected in the fact that women should be obedient and cute, but also in that men should take care of women. Many things complement each other.Mingyu resisted his attentive care from the bottom of his heart, because she couldn't be obedient or cute, at least not to Kent.

"Mr. Ming has worked hard, and I will take you to the hotel to rest first." Kent drove the car like a spring breeze.

"No need, let's go directly to the company and just put our luggage in the car." Ming Yu looked at the car subconsciously, "Huh? This seems to be your own car?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ming, the car rental company has made a mistake, and the car can only be picked up tomorrow, so let me drive it for you today." Kent smiled "hehe".

"That's too much trouble for you," Ming Yu thought for a while, "Then, let's go to the hotel to put our luggage first, and then go back to the company. I will take a taxi by myself later, so you don't have to worry about me."

"Then how can I do it? It's my incompetence, so it should be my service," Kent called up the sound of the stereo, "Mr. Ming, if you don't mind, listen to music?"

The song that sounded in the car was obviously unfamiliar, and she turned her head to look out the window at the land and gold in Haicheng.

"The people of Moby Dick are very concerned about you," Kent said.

"Moby Dick? Who?"

"Jessica, is Mr. Ming familiar?"

Probably couldn't be more familiar.

"Well... I met you in City C."

"Oh, she asked you when you will come to Haicheng two days ago."

Ming Yue was a little confused, "Is she... familiar with you?"

"Oh," Kent laughed, "I know, I know. And Mr. Chen, I also asked about you."

"Chen Xilin?" Ming Yue blurted out.

"Yes. Just two days ago we had dinner together. Mr. Chen invited me and the following managers. She was very polite and said that she thanked us for helping her deliver the items in good condition. Isn't that what it should be? But speaking of which, her order was indeed Trouble, how can I expect her to be taxed on everything? Let’s talk about her set of golf clubs. You know that our Chinese customs does not collect taxes on these things, but tax on rods. Oh, her set of golf clubs is empty. I paid more than 2 yuan to pay taxes, and I didn’t mention other things.”

Ming Yue was stunned. She only checked the status of Chen Xilin's bill in a big way, showing arrival at Hong Kong, entry into customs, exit from customs, exit from warehouse... She didn't bother to ask the details when she saw that there was no problem. Who knew the process was so uneconomical.

"Who paid the money? The white whale or herself?"

"She did it privately. I wanted to ask you to see if it was possible to pay for the HR of Beluga Whale. She stopped her and said that she should pay it herself. Don't ask me. Then I asked the people in the relocation department , They said that her clubs are all custom-made, and they seem to have signatures on them, so they don't want to buy new ones in China. Anyway, I don't understand the world of the rich." Kent laughed "hehe".

Just as he was talking, Mingyu's phone rang, and the number was hidden, so Mingyu pinched it off.Looking through the mobile phone, there was a message from the chat software, which was sent by Jiang Ruojing an hour ago: Where are you?

Just as she was about to reply, another call came in, and it was Chen Xilin, and it was her American number.

Ming Yu quickly picked it up, "Hello? Mr. Chen?"

"Miss Ming, I heard from Kent that you are going to Haicheng today."

Ming Yu glanced at Kent with his eyes, and the other party listened with pricked ears.

"Yes, I'm sitting in his car." Ming Yue smiled, shifted the phone to his left hand, and touched the edge of the seat inadvertently with his right hand, and she didn't care what she touched.

"Say hello to him for me. I had dinner with them two days ago, but it's a pity that you're not here. If I can show you face, let me treat you alone?"

"What an embarrassment. I should have invited Mr. Chen. Just now Kent said that we have caused you a lot of trouble."

"On the contrary, you helped me solve the problem efficiently, and customs cleared the goods very quickly."

Mingyu felt that she was being too polite, so he was a little embarrassed. He played with the thing in his hand, only to realize that it was a lipstick. Kent must have found a woman who was in tune with him. She couldn't help turning her face to look at him, who was smiling. While driving, Ming Yu turned his face from the corner of the eye and knew that Chen Xilin could hear him from the other side, so he said loudly, "Boss Chen has taken good care of us, and he has another big order for us soon."

Mingyu smiled "hehe", "It's too late now, I'll visit Mr. Chen tomorrow, and I'll be the host tonight."

The other party pondered for a moment, "Take a good rest first, I will be working in the city tomorrow afternoon, so I can make an appointment."

Beluga has a large factory in Haicheng New District, and its headquarters is in the famous CBD in the southwest corner of Haicheng, not far from FATES.

"Okay, what about four o'clock in the afternoon? I'll pick you up."

After one or two rounds of finalization, Kent gave her a thumbs up when he hung up the phone.

"What?" Ming Yu didn't know what to do.

"You're still amazing. Chen Xilin has been in Haicheng for more than a month and refused all my appointments. I can only see her HR director."

"Didn't she invite you to dinner two days ago?"

"It was quite sudden, and I said I would invite you. I explained that it would take two days to arrive, and I thought she would say that I would wait for you to come together, but she didn't wait."

"Hmm..." Ming Yu frowned, and then relaxed, "You also see that she is the boss of Moby Whale?"

"It's obvious, and it looks like she's in charge of a big project. I heard that she spends most of her time in the factory in the new area."

"Okay, I'll talk to her tomorrow and see what useful information I can get."

Ming Yu was a little bit worried. It is reasonable to say that Chinese people are the most enthusiastic about eating. They invite dinner first when they are not anywhere, and they always pick evenings. The business is discussed at the wine table. It seems that Chen Xilin was infected when he arrived in China. This is roughly called PR localization.

"Mr. Ming," Kent interrupted her thoughts, "shall I book a table for you?"

"Well... that's fine, but I'll do it privately, don't use public funds."

"No, no, no, FATES Haicheng should be the host."

"No need," Ming Yu thought for a while, "Don't look for that kind of gloomy private club. There are only two people in the [-]-square-meter hall, and I don't have enough budget."

Kent laughed. People from the United States don't want to lose face very much. People in Haicheng are more affordable, but they don't say "I don't have enough budget".

Mingyu knew what he was laughing at. After all, she grew up in Pingcheng next door. She had a rough idea of ​​what these people were thinking. Over the years, the local tyrants in China wanted to bring all the things from the upper class in Europe. ah.

"How about the terrace by the river?" Kent asked, "It has a view and a certain amount of private space."

"Very well, I'll trouble you then."

It was already dark when we arrived at the hotel. Ming Yu had just packed his things when his phone vibrated. When he opened it, it was Jiang Ruojing's call. After another look, she had already sent a few messages. In a daze, he missed the call.

Just as he was hesitating whether to call back, someone knocked on the door outside.

"Which one?"

"Me." Jiang Ruojing's voice.

Opening the door, she stood there mournfully, her hair turned into wavy curls.

"You became a detective?" Ming Yu let her in.

"I can't even find you."

"I am very busy."

"I can answer Chen Xilin's call."

"She's working."

"How do you know that it's not a job for me to find you?"

"Oh?" Ming Yu turned to look at her, "Tell me."

Jiang Ruojing hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, "It's not important."

Ming Yue raised his eyebrows sideways, and continued to check the drinks in the refrigerator.

"Yu, it's been three months, don't you miss me at all?"

Ming Yu turned around and handed her an ice blue bottle, "Here is Jones."

Jiang Ruojing refused.Ming Yu put the bottle back and closed the refrigerator, "I'm going to make a salad and eat it together?"

"You do it, I will accompany you."

Ming Yu poured some farfalle and cooked it, then took out grapes, olives, feta cheese, and small tomatoes from the refrigerator... "You haven't told me, how do you know my room number?"

"Ask Kent." Jiang Ruojing watched her cut small tomatoes into two, the juice flowed from her fingers, she hugged Mingyu from behind, "But I miss you so much."

"Kent? How do you know him well?" Ming Yue paused for a moment with the hand holding the knife, and then continued to cut.

"I approached him on purpose so that I could find out your whereabouts." Jiang Ruojing dishonestly moved his hand to the softness of Mingyu's chest.

"I'm very tired tonight, you go back after eating." There was no ripple in Ming Yue's voice.

Jiang Ruojing jumped two steps away, "Ming Yue, don't bully me too much because I like you! I can't be this cheap all the time!"

"You want to turn your back on me, right? It's okay, you can turn your back on whatever you want. You're not the first to turn against me. Also, I don't rely on you. I agreed from the beginning, not to talk about liking."

"How long will Hong Xinran's shadow last for you??"

"She is nothing to me, not a shadow. What I'm talking about now is between you and me. I don't like it."

"Sleeping with someone you don't like, doesn't it feel disgusting?"

"It turns out it's okay."

"You..." Jiang Ruojing was speechless for a moment, his eyes were red, and he turned and walked out the door.

The door was slammed shut.

Ming Yu lowered his head and sighed softly, "Little girl, it's okay, don't be emotional."