Laid-off and re-employment

Playing games with Yan Zhuoying all afternoon was like going to jail, at first Zhang Bieyu still had a few passionate words, but in the end both of them were silent, as if they were practicing closed-mouthed meditation.

In the end, they had a nine-game losing streak. A game almost shattered the relationship between the two of them. On the way to dinner, Zhang Bieyu didn't say a word.

The two were sitting in the private room, Yan Zhuoying saw that he had been silent, and finally asked tentatively, "How was my afternoon fight?"

Zhang Bieyu glanced at him, and said calmly, "You played pretty well."

Just don't fight next time.

"Not telling the truth." Yan Zhuoying looked at him, "You are not angry, your account has dropped so many points."

Zhang Bieyu finally laughed, and winked at him: "It's okay, you are playing Zhang Feifan's account, and I am playing his nephew's account, and I am not losing my points."

Yan Zhuoying: ...

The crabs and dishes were on the table, and the waiter quietly opened the door and left. No one would bother the two of them until the meal was over.Yan Zhuoying took the initiative to clamp the largest pincer to Zhang Bieyu.

"Well... I drank a little too much yesterday, and I caused you trouble." Yan Zhuoying looked at him a little embarrassedly, "Actually, I drank a lot before and was very quiet, I don't know what happened yesterday, so then many."

"Maybe it's because I didn't have anyone suitable to talk to before." Zhang Bieyu put gold on his face calmly, removed the crab in front of him and said with a smile: "Actually, it's okay, you haven't messed around, but you've been entangled that I'm not your fan besides……"

It was inconvenient to say the word "eating", so Zhang Bieyu only gave him a look.

Yan Zhuoying laughed dryly, picked up another dish with chopsticks, and persuaded him: "Don't talk, don't talk, you can eat first."

You have to eat, you have to ask questions, Zhang Bieyu asked: "So you really always thought I was your fan?"

The two looked at each other, and finally Yan Zhuoying was defeated and responded: "At first I thought you were so kind to me because you were my fan, but later I found out that you were so kind to me, it's just..."

"Just what?" Zhang Bieyu looked at him.

"It's just because you are good." Yan Zhuoying explained, "I didn't send you a good person card, I really think you are good, or it may be because the termination of the contract between me and Chuanxin reminded you of the past, so you helped me, but I feel that Hello."

Zhang Bieyu looked at him with a smile, and said softly, "I think you are good too."

There will no longer be a second person who will think about singing a song with himself at his concert, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Zhang Bieyu coughed, quickly changed the subject and asked Yan Zhuoying where he was going to travel and play for a few days, and finally told him to play less games when traveling.

"Why?" Yan Zhuoying asked.

Zhang Bieyu looked at him: "Being friendly to strangers is also a virtue. After all, they have done nothing wrong. They are just here to play a game. There is no need to be tortured."

Yan Zhuokong choked, quickly changed the subject, and began to ask him what tourist souvenirs he wanted.

This time, Yan Zhuoying took his parents on a trip, and by the way, he also brought his assistant team to relax. The new team needs to adjust, and the people he brought before also need to rest, so we just took advantage of this time to be together.

For half a month, although the two of them couldn't meet each other, their WeChat contact has not been broken, and the WeChat with AAA will always be the first one that Yan Zhuoying chats with on WeChat.

He also posted a few travel photos on Weibo, but compared with the ones in Zhang Bieyu's WeChat chat history, it's not worth mentioning at all.

Sometimes Yan Zhuoying would reflect on whether he was a bit of a chatterbox, and he would share with Zhang Bieyu about anything serious, but his reply was always fast, and even if he didn't reply in time, he would tell himself what he was doing later.

Yan Zhuoying also tried to share these messages with others, not wanting to annoy Zhang Bieyu alone, but he looked at his WeChat address book and unfortunately found that he had no desire to share with others at all.

And he looked back at the chat records between himself and Zhang Bieyu, only to find that he also talked no less than himself, especially after Yan Zhuoying left, he was exhausted physically and mentally from the renovation of the new store.

Zhang Bieyu doesn’t know if it’s because of Mercury retrograde, all the weird things come together, the designer who always has his own ideas, the decoration company that tries to cut corners, and his father who bought a 999 mattress after spending 9999 on a trip mom.

"What are you doing? Did I interrupt your rest?" Zhang Bieyu realized it was a little late the moment the WeChat call was connected.

"No, I've been thinking about when you sent a message today, but I didn't expect you to call directly." Yan Zhuoying asked with a smile, "Did something happen?"

"My father and mother were deceived on a trip and bought a [-]-yuan mattress and came back, saying that lying on it can detoxify." Zhang Bieyu cursed, "It's so annoying, this kind of cheating money is not afraid of being hit by a car when you go out, You also have to remind your uncles and aunts not to be deceived while traveling."

Yan Zhuoying paused, stroked his hair and said, "It's a bit late, they have already bought a jade mat at the scenic spot, saying it will help you sleep."

Zhang Bieyu: ...

Okay, you and I are meant to be friends.

Zhang Bieyu smiled because of his sympathy, then sighed and said: "I think I may be ten years older recently, I hate decoration."

"The big suit that the brand sent last time, I'll bring it to you when I go back." Yan Zhuoying asked about his new store again.

Mentioning this matter, Zhang Bieyu sneered: "It can be said that I have been at the limit with them recently."

In the past few days, he went home to see his parents because of the mattress.It can't be said that it's the troubles of work that I talked to my father, but it can be said that I was scolded by my mother about life.

As a result, he didn't come to the store to stare at the decoration for several days, and only asked Zhang Feifan to come over every day to take two photos of himself.

The decoration company also seemed to realize that, taking advantage of the fact that he was not around, basically working overtime, he wanted to basically finish it before Zhang Bieyu came back.

Zhang Bieyu looked at Zhang Feifan’s photo, it can be said that it looks different every day, and the photo feels good, and the name Arc de Triomphe can be said to have achieved a combination of Chinese and Western. Several famous works of art in the Louvre can be found in his shop Taobao same style.

Moreover, Zhang Bieyu also built a must-have check-in wall for online celebrity shops that Zhang Bieyu had always wanted, plus high-end and atmospheric large chandeliers, each of which was taken out individually was very in line with his wishes.

But when Zhang Bieyu stood in the store and saw all these things put together, everything became miraculous. It felt like Napoleon standing on the grassland looking at Beijing, with patches of green grass grazing horses behind him.

It can only be said that time and space are misplaced.

Zhang Bieyu stood in the store and looked at Xiao Jiang who came from the decoration company. He was in a very complicated mood. He could only say that he did a good job, but not completely well.

"What do you think?" Xiao Jiang led him to the door, "Actually, I think this wall can be used as a small waterfall, which will be more in line with our French decoration atmosphere."

Zhang Bieyu touched his braids and couldn't help but glanced at him and asked, "Why? Napoleon's house also has a waterfall?"

Xiao Jiang choked, reacted quickly, and said with a smile: "Look at what you said, Napoleon's house doesn't have the internet celebrity check-in wall you want."

After confirming his eyes, he is a well-matched person.

The two walked around the store. Zhang Bieyu checked the water and electricity to make sure that there was no problem with the infrastructure. Finally, he took a closer look at the decoration and ceiling of the store. He stood in front of the wall with light bulb tubes and said: " This wall has to be demolished, or it has to be modified." "How do you want to change it?" Xiao Jiang asked.

Zhang Bieyu glanced around and saw the statue of Venus with a Broken Arm in the corner, and said, "Anyway, you already have a Venus with a Broken Arm, so if you make two Mona Lisa, it must have an artistic atmosphere."

Xiao Jiang nodded, but then said: "Mr. Zhang, if you want to modify this wall, it will be a different price." He stretched out his hands and compared the number, "This is the amount."

Zhang Bieyu frowned when he saw it, and immediately stretched out his hand to compare a number and said, "It's too expensive, is this number okay?"

Xiao Jiang's face changed when he saw it, and he immediately made another comparison: "It can't be lower."

The two punched for a while, Zhang Bieyu pressed every inch, and Xiao Jiang refused to give an inch. In the end, there was no agreement and they broke up. Zhang Bieyu asked him to prepare the accounts and prepare the payment.

As for his check-in wall with light tubes and flexible light tubes on it, it is better to meet you than meet you in ten miles of spring breeze, he decided to solve it by himself.

It’s just that he printed several famous oil paintings in a row and hung them there, especially when the Last Supper was hung up, it felt like we were on our way after drinking this cup.

"So the most troublesome thing now is that this check-in wall can't be done well." Zhang Bieyu sighed.

Yan Zhuoying nodded, and asked tentatively, "Then why don't you use this wall? It's a decorative wall anyway, if you smash it, you can smash it, or put your signboard on it."

"But I really want the check-in wall." Zhang Bieyu murmured, "The check-in walls in many stores are very good-looking, and it feels like there is something missing without this thing."

Yan Zhuoying thought about it for a while and said: "Since there is no suitable oil painting to hang, just hang the picture frame and forget about it. You can punch a few holes in the wall so that guests can stand in the picture frame to check in, or hollow out the picture frame. What do you think of a few oil-painted faces where people can stick their faces out and take pictures?"

Zhang Bieyu listened for a while, and immediately had a picture in his mind. He thought about the feasibility again, and said directly: "I think it will work in Shenzhou, and I will ask someone to see how to do it tomorrow."

Originally, he just wanted to complain to Yan Zhuoying, but he didn't expect that he would actually help him find a way. Zhang Bieyu was a little embarrassed and said, "I talked too much today, and I disturbed you to rest."

"What's the matter? I don't think there's anything wrong with it." Yan Zhuoying glanced at the time, "But you really should go to bed now, and tomorrow you will go to the store to look at the decoration."

The two hung up the phone after saying a few more words. From this day on, text messages seemed to be insufficient. The two of them sent messages outside during the day, and made voice calls at night, or played two mobile games that were not so jail-bound.

Half a month passed quickly, and it seemed like a night of wind, which faded the green leaves on the trees. When I woke up early in the morning and opened the curtains, I could see the thick fallen leaves. opened.