Jiangxin Poplar

The original ten-minute journey took twice as long due to the heavy rain, and there was a big traffic jam when I was only 2 minutes away from getting off the bus. Rainy days are prone to congestion, and there is no way, all the cars are on the road.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Jiang Cheng didn't want to delay Yang Yulang: "Director Yang, I'll get off from here. It's not a few steps away. Anyway, I have to take a shower when I go back. You can turn right here and turn around."

Yang Yulang didn't seem to hear his suggestion, and asked instead: "Are you going home?"

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant, and replied honestly, "It's nothing."

"I have to go through this road to get home, and it seems that I won't be able to go back in a short time, so do you mind going to have a meal with me?"

Jiang Cheng scratched his hair, a little at a loss, and said after a long while: "Well... that's fine... okay."

Yang Yulang pursed his lips slightly and smiled, "Do you need a change of clothes? There are clean clothes in the back seat."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the back seat and saw that there were two bags in the back seat, which probably didn't suit his clothes, so he immediately replied, "No, I don't care."

Yang Yulang turned the steering wheel and turned out from the small road on the right.Arriving at a restaurant, he walked into the private room familiarly, and the waiter followed him in with the menu in his hands.

Yang Yulang called Jiang Cheng to sit down and asked him, "Are there any taboos?"

Jiang Cheng was a little apprehensive. He had never been to such a place. With his wealth, he couldn't afford the food here. When Yang Yulang asked him, he quickly shook his head: "No."

Yang Yulang ordered a few dishes to the waiters called by Mr. Yang one by one, glanced at Jiangcheng, and then asked, "Do you want to drink?"

"Don't drink."

In this way, Yang Yulang only ordered a pot of tea, and the waiter went out happily after ordering.

Jiang Cheng looked at the waiter who was full of spring and twisted his buttocks. Sure enough, most of the people in this world are Yangou.

While waiting for the food, the private room fell silent. Jiang Cheng never talked much, and when he was thinking about something to talk about, Yang Yulang spoke first: "I'm not the director of that company."

Jiang Cheng: "??"

Yang Yulang went on to explain: "I just borrowed his office for a few days."

"Oh, what about others? Are you the owner of this company?"

"The original director has resigned, and I'm not considered the boss, I only hold part of the shares." Yang Yulang said while pouring a cup of tea and pushing it in front of him, and then asked, "Are you still a student?"

Jiang Cheng wanted to shake his head subconsciously, but he didn't want to lie to him, so he nodded reluctantly.

"How tall?"

"Sophomore year."

"You do decoration every day, don't you have to go to class?"

"I usually go in the morning. I'm too lazy to go. Anyway, if I don't understand, I won't pass the exam."

Yang Yulang seemed to think about his words for a while before saying: "I have a company that needs a young and strong man like you. The salary should be higher than the job you are doing now. Are you interested?"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

His mood suddenly became complicated and bad, and he felt as if he was being pitied by a rich man, and the other party was giving him alms casually.

He shook his fists under the table, thinking of throwing himself away.

Yang Yulang seemed to see through his thoughts, and said in a calm tone, "I'm not the kind of person you think. The company really needs manpower, and you've helped me too. You can only be friends if you have contacts, right?"

Jiang Cheng looked directly at him, and all he saw in his eyes was clarity, like a clear spring in a mountain.

He silently released his clenched fists, and said after a long time, "I'll think about it."

Yang Yulang took a business card and handed it to him: "This is my phone number, call me when you think about it."

For a meal, Yang Yulang ate his meals in a leisurely manner. He was probably a patient with a poor appetite. He was full after a few mouthfuls. After eating, he accompanied Jiang Cheng to drink tea without a sip.After Jiang Cheng was manipulated by him like this, a table of dishes was completely tasteless, and even his movements gradually became stiff.

After thinking for a long time, I asked him, "What's wrong with you? What does it mean that you can't be cured?"

Yang Yulang's face remained unchanged, he only lowered his eyes, obviously he didn't want to say more about it.

Jiang Cheng looked at his expression and said uncomfortably, "Pretend I never asked."

He returned home and hid in his room, staring at Yang Yulang's charcoal black and gold business card on the table for a long time.

His business card is very concise, only the company name Anran Photography and name phone number, probably he will not distribute business cards to ordinary people, so there is no need to write down the detailed contact information, address and position like others.

Are you going or not?

When I was still struggling, I heard the sound of my family members coming back from outside. It didn't take long before I heard them arguing, and then they started throwing things, and the ping-pong-pong was so lively!

Mother Yan Ying: "You know how to play cards, and you lost all the money. That's my dad's medical expenses. What do you want me to do now?"

Dad Jiang Qingli: "I took my own money. The old thing is half dead anyway. If he dies early, what medical expenses do he need?"

Yan: "What about your own money, I earned it by working part-time?"

Jiang: "The money you earn in this family is mine."

Yan: "Aren't you giving my dad a life?"

Jiang: "What do I want to give him to survive? Is it not good to get rid of it too early?"

"..."

Jiang Cheng put on his earphones and turned up the music very loudly, but the sound of quarreling kept pouring into his ears, and the irritability in his heart became more and more unbearable.

In the sound of quarreling and beating, I heard my younger brother Jiang Chi yelling at the door: "You two are arguing every day, are you annoying? Then why don't you go for a divorce if you can't make it through?"

"What did you say to your dad, you bastard?" As he said, a cup was thrown over, and there was a sound of shattering, and then Yan Ying started to cry again in a corner, and every time a quarrel ended, she had to cry.

Damn, enough is enough these days, just save some money and go somewhere far away, anywhere, as long as you stay away from this so-called home.

Jiang Cheng stood up, put his business card in his pocket, opened the window and jumped out.

They live on the second floor!

He landed steadily, and saw that he had done a lot of work. After taking out his mobile phone from his pocket, he called Yang Yulang: "It's me, Jiang Cheng, when can I go to work in your company?"

"tomorrow."

Early the next morning, Yang Yulang drove a silver-gray car to pick him up, and when he got out of the car, he saw the dark circles under Jiang Cheng's eyes that couldn't be concealed.

"Didn't rest well?"

Jiang Cheng was a little helpless: "Yes."

Yang Yulang didn't seem to care much, just asked: "Is the condition okay, there are many things to be familiar with on the first day of work."

Jiang Cheng patted his chest: "Okay, Mr. Yang, don't worry." He sat in the passenger seat and looked at the person beside him who he knew not long ago, who has now become his boss.

Yang Yulang drove steadily, and when he waited for the red light, he said, "I'm not used to being called Mr. Yang, so I should be called Brother Lang like those colleagues in the company."

"Yes, Lango."

The photography company was not far away, in a building in the city center. Yang Yulang pressed floor 20, and Jiang Cheng looked up at the rising numbers.

When he got out of the elevator, he saw the huge four characters of Anran Photography at a glance. Yang Yulang walked in with his arms around his shoulders, and said to a buddy with long hair and shawl, "Brother Luo, I brought you my assistant."

The buddy called Brother Luo turned his head and said with a pleasant face: "Welcome new colleagues to join."

Yang Yulang patted him on the shoulder: "Go, follow Brother Luo from now on, he is the top leader of the company, learn more from him."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked in another direction. A female secretary followed and said, "Brother Lang, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Just pour a glass of boiling water."

Jiang Cheng looked sideways at Yang Yulang's shoulder, which seemed to have a different kind of warmth.

His work is not complicated, the main thing he does is to carry the equipment, and it really needs a young man who can endure hardships to be competent.

After working here for a few days, he found that Yang Yulang seldom came to the company, and when he came, he just said hello to Brother Luo, and then asked his assistant to make a cup of tea or boiled water and bring it to his office.

His office is not big, and the furnishings inside are extremely simple, with desks, computer files, and a few pots of green plants.

On the contrary, those colleagues in the company are very motivated as soon as he comes, and they glance at his office from time to time, pretending to meet him in the tea room and bathroom... They took great pains to have a few words with him, but his reaction to this was very cold , Smiling and rejecting others for thousands of miles.

Occasionally, I heard my colleagues chatting privately, and I realized that Yang Yulang hardly came to this company at ordinary times, and his appearance rate during this period was considered very high.

They tried their best and failed to have a few words with Yang Yulang, but there is an exception here, that is Long-haired Brother Luo, who holds half of Enron's shares and is on an equal footing with Yang Yulang, and the actual management of the company is operated by him alone.Unlike other people who are full of curiosity and longing for Yang Yulang, when he has something to do, he directly pushes away from his office to discuss with him, and occasionally sits with him, chats and drinks tea, and sometimes makes an appointment to have a meal together. And only he can do that.

To be honest, Jiang Cheng envied him very much.

He has been here for so many days, except for Yang Yulang saying hello when he sees him occasionally, the two have almost no other interaction.

On this day, Brother Luo entered his office, and the two discussed the company's future development plan for almost half a day. The secretary delivered coffee and tea several times, and came out with a shy smile on his face every time.

Jiangcheng is speechless, I'll go, such a serious person, is he also molesting female subordinates, otherwise why is she smiling so shyly?

The female subordinate is quite attractive and has a particularly good figure. Does he like plump and sexy ones?

After finally waiting for Luo Ge to come out of Yang Yulang's office, several people who had something to discuss with him rushed over, but they saw Luo Ge beckoning to Jiangcheng.

Jiang Cheng put down the instrument in his hand, stepped forward and heard him say, "Yu Lang asked you to go to his office."

When everyone heard it, they looked at him in unison.

Jiang Cheng gave an uneasy "hmm", avoiding everyone's curious eyes, turned to look at Yang Yulang's office, and saw that he was looking down at the documents with a focused expression.

He walked over and knocked on the door, Yang Yulang raised his head and said with a smile, "Come in."

Jiang Cheng pulled out the chair and sat down in front of him, clasped his hands, and kept circling the thumb of his right hand in the palm of his left hand, wondering what he wanted to do with him.

Yang Yulang didn't turn the corner either: "Brother Luo thinks you have a good figure and a good image, and I've wronged you by carrying equipment and doing sundries, so I suggest you to be a company model, what do you think of this suggestion?"

Jiang Cheng's circling thumbs froze. A few days ago, Luo Ge saw him carrying something showing part of his abdominal muscles. At that time, he jokingly mentioned letting him be a company model or something. He didn't take it seriously at all, but he didn't Thought he was serious.