sleepy tiger

Career is a marathon. From the moment you lift your foot and take the first step, you can't stop. You keep running, panting, sweating profusely, and running without oxygen in your head.

Career is a marathon. From the moment you lift your foot and take the first step, you can't stop. You keep running, panting, sweating profusely, and running without oxygen in your head.It was very difficult at the beginning, 1000 meters, 2000 meters, 3000 meters... Gradually, I found skills, labor-saving rhythm, way and length of steps, how often I need to drink water, and how to drink while running without being choked.

At this moment, Mu Xu and Chi Juntao were obviously at the beginning stage of the competition schedule. They sat on both sides of the same desk, facing each other, staring intently at their respective computer screens, catching up with different materials.

Mu Xu wrote about Spencer's plans and ideals for the next three years in China, and Chi Juntao wrote about Joaquin's growth flywheel.The hour hand of the wall clock on the wall points to eleven o'clock. It seems that this race must pass through the darkness to reach the first destination.

"I'm thirsty." Chi Juntao moved his stiff neck, and he stood up, "I'm going to boil water, do you want tea?"

"Drink." Mu Xu's materials were slipped step by step. He frowned and checked the meeting minutes sent by Kan Mengran repeatedly. It wasn't that he was clueless, but that there were too many details, which interfered with his main axis of thinking.

Chi Juntao walked out of the study, Mu Xu stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, the cold wind poured down, forcing Mu Xu to wake up.

"I'm in so much pain." Chi Juntao walked in with a teapot in hand, "What I write is empty talk."

Mu Xu turned around and looked at Chi Juntao with his eyes straight: "Tell me carefully."

"I know Joaquin's business model and its significance and value, but just knowing it is not enough." Chi Juntao said, "I have checked the interview records and research data from previous years, but it is still not enough. I don't have real feelings."

"Just like you are now, why can't you continue writing?" Chi Juntao asked, "Because you don't know much about the clothing industry and fashion, and you haven't sold clothes in a serious way, so you don't know."

Mu Xu thought for a while, nodded and admitted: "Yes."

"Why don't you let Ming Yuefeng write the three-year plan?" Chi Juntao asked.

"He's also writing." Mu Xu said, "He and I are responsible for different modules, and I'm writing about finance."

"Okay." Chi Juntao turned on the computer and said dejectedly, "I need help."

Mu Xu walked up to Young Master Chi, clasped his palms on the back of his neck, and asked, "Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Here." Chi Juntao leaned back on the back of the chair, leaning his head to the right against Mu Xu's arm, and yawned long.

Mu Xu flipped through the materials written by Chi Juntao, and took out a piece of paper from the drawer to draw a logical structure. Time seemed to turn back to the day when Chi Juntao wrote his graduation thesis, and Mu Xu patiently explained the problem step by step.

Chi Juntao listened carefully, he opened Chi Yan's notebook, and started discussing with Mu Xu seriously.

The hour hand pointed to two o'clock in the morning, and Chi Juntao and Mu Xu had been discussing Huajin's growth model for three hours. They wrote five blank sheets of paper, listed thirteen questions, and drank three pots of tea.It's not all Mu Xu's unilateral explanation. Chi Juntao's sensitivity to politics is surprising. Mu Xu took a pen to tick out five of the questions and said, "Here we need to ask Minister Zhou for his opinion. I'll go and make an appointment with Minister Zhou." , have a meal together."

"Okay." Chi Juntao pointed to the three questions with the five-pointed star drawn on the paper, "I'll ask Mr. Chen what he thinks about these few questions, and I'll think about the remaining five questions."

"Yes." Mu Xu said, he rubbed his temples, stood up, "let's go, go to sleep."

"You don't write anymore?" Chi Juntao asked.

"The boss is my mother." Mu Xu said, "Is there a problem with my delivery two days late?" He raised his chin slightly, showing a rare demeanor of a chaebol young master, different from Chi Juntao's violent and arrogant dandy style, Mu Xu has more of a dignified and elegant temperament, as if everything he does is taken for granted.

Chi Juntao cheered with a smile: "No problem." He closed the computer, followed Mu Xu into the master bedroom, washed up, and stretched his arms and legs on Mu Xu like a tiger-skin blanket.

Mu Xu pushed him away impatiently: "It's so hot, go and sleep on the side."

"Don't cover yourself with the quilt, cover me." Chi Juntao rubbed against Mu Xu.

"You are too heavy." Mu Xu couldn't bear the disturbance, closed his eyes and threatened, "If you bother me again, I will kick you off."

"..." Chi Juntao stopped, carefully put his arms around Mu Xu's waist, and closed his eyes.

The sky turned white, Mu Xu opened his eyes, and glanced at the phone screen, it was five forty in the morning.

Chi Juntao next to him was in a deep sleep. Mu Xu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, took a deep breath to calm down the heart that was pumping blood rapidly in his chest, and once again dreamed of a man whose face could not be seen clearly, building blocks, corridors, and never knocking. open door.

At eight o'clock, Chi Juntao was woken up by his own alarm clock. He turned off the alarm while muttering, the bed around him was cold, Young Master Chi woke up instantly, and walked all over the room looking for Mu Xu in his slippers.

Mu Xu was sitting in the study rushing to work, the electric kettle on the right was beeping, Chi Juntao breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "What time did you wake up?"

"Seven o'clock." Mu Xu said, "I have something on my mind, so I can't sleep."

Chi Juntao thought that the "thing" Mu Xu mentioned referred to Spencer's three-year plan for China, and he asked, "When will you hand in this material?"

"I will review the final version with my mother next Thursday." Mu Xu said, "Mingyue and I will touch on the first draft tomorrow."

"Oh...the time was pretty tight." Chi Juntao said, "I'm going to brush my teeth." He left the study.

Mu Xu didn't take the recurring nightmare seriously. He grew up with this dream. As he grew older, he noticed more and more details in the dream. An expression of grasping.

The wheel of life is moving forward, planning, planning, meetings, revisions, and a new version of the plan, the projects of both parties are advancing step by step.Time soon entered March, and the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming. Chi Juntao stood at the entrance of the interview room with a slightly dazed expression. Only then did he realize that his current identity was only a student.

"I'll wait for you at the door." Mu Xu said.

Chi Juntao straightened the collar of his shirt, tried to put on a mature expression, but pinched Mu Xu's sleeve with his fingers, and said, "I'm going to take the exam."

Mu Xu looked down at his sleeve, he took off a cuff button and handed it to Chi Juntao: "Go."

Chi Juntao pursed his lips, held the cuff buttons into his palms, and waved to Mu Xu. He could see that he was a little nervous, and turned to walk towards the examination room.

Mu Xu looked at Chi Juntao's back. For some reason, he also felt anxious, like a parent waiting outside the college entrance examination room. Although he believed in Chi Juntao's ability, he still couldn't control his emotions.He lowered the back of the seat, leaned against the car window to doze off, and unconsciously fell into a deep sleep.

It should be due to lack of sleep at night, Mu Xu didn't have a dream, when he woke up, Young Master Chi was sitting in the co-pilot playing with his mobile phone.

"When did you finish the exam?" Mu Xu asked.

"Ten minutes ago." Chi Juntao said, "The examiner is a student of my grandfather's student." He put down his phone and asked, "Where shall we go for dinner?"

"So confident." Mu Xu said, putting on his seat belt, he started the car, "Let's go eat coconut chicken."

"Success." Chi Juntao said, "I was quite nervous when I went in, but I'm not nervous when I face the examiner."

"Because the examiner is a student of your grandfather's student?" Mu Xu asked.

"...No, it's because of the experience during this period." Chi Juntao said, "My plan has been changed twenty times, eight versions, what could be more difficult than this?"

"Yes, my plan hasn't been completed yet." Mu Xu said annoyedly.

Chi Juntao rolled his eyes and teased, "Who said the boss is the mother?"

"My mother can tolerate me submitting the plan late, but it doesn't mean she doesn't look at my plan." Mu Xu said, his arrogance did not allow him to give in to Mu Baiying, and if Mu Baiying was not satisfied, he kept going without complaint. But in private, he had already complained to Chi Juntao for several rounds.

"This weekend, I don't want to work." Chi Juntao buttoned the delicate cufflinks on the fabric on his left wrist, "Let's go shopping after dinner."

"Okay." The plan was delayed, and Mu Xu held back his anger and looked for an opportunity to vent it. Mu Baiying's level of logic and details far surpassed his imagination, which gave him the illusion that he would be entangled with this broken plan for a lifetime.

"My mother has to figure out every cent with me." Mu Xu said, "It's really troublesome."

"Can't you use your living expenses to fill in the company's expenses temporarily?" Chi Juntao asked.

"I can't do this, firstly, my mother doesn't allow it, and secondly, it's far from enough, it's a drop in the bucket." Mu Xu said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Go ahead, she's not in a hurry and I'm not in a hurry, anyway, it's her company. "

"Master Mu, it's not like what you said." Chi Juntao patted Mu Xu's shoulder with a smile.

Mu Xu squinted at him, but didn't answer.