The Pentium Era - South to North

Ding waited hard, but the call he was waiting for did not come.

He changed from the Hyatt Regency Hotel by the West Lake to another hotel by the West Lake, the Sofitel Hotel.

After putting his luggage in the room, Ding Mianli walked to Hefang Street without driving. The sun had set, but the sky was still bright. Ding Mianli walked to Hefang Street and was covered in stinky sweat. At this time, Hefang Street There weren't many people in the square street yet. Ding Mianli took a stroll and suddenly lost interest.

Nowadays, there are too many antique streets like this all over the country. They all seem to be designed by a designer. From the layout to the architectural style, they are all the same. Ding Mianli feels that this Hefang Street is similar to Shantang Street and Suzhou Street. There is not much difference between Wuzhen and Zhouzhuang. If you put all these scenic spots together, there will be no sense of inconsistency at all.

The difference is that in those places, at least there are rivers. The name of Hefang Street has the word "river" in its name, but there is no river in sight.

Ding reluctantly walked to Gaoyin Street next door. There were rows of rows on both sides of the street here, and there were restaurants one after another. Ding reluctantly chose the one with the smallest family, went up to the second floor, and chose a table by the window to sit down. I ordered a pot of tea and ordered the food. I also specifically asked the waiter to tell her that the food would be served slowly.

"Sir, are you still waiting for your friend?" The waiter felt a little strange. He didn't ask him just now, and he said he was alone.

"I won't wait for my friend." Ding said with all his strength, "I'm not hungry. Let's wait for half an hour."

The waiter agreed and left.

It's not that Ding Mianli isn't hungry, but he doesn't want to sweat profusely and eat in a hurry like a loader. He wants to blow on the air conditioner, drink tea, and wait until the sweat on his body is gone, then he can enjoy wine and delicious food. discretionary.

Ding Mianli forgot how many years ago he was sweating profusely and eating ravenously. He also felt from the bottom of his heart that now should be the most relaxed time for him. In fact, he had already left "Zhaixianxian", but he He did not go to "Daily Fresh" and is now an unemployed young man.

Ding Mian tried to think of this and laughed, smiling a little proudly. He knew that this kind of life would not last for a few days. No one would allow him, Mr. Ding, to do nothing like this. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest, he would have to go to "every day." "Japanese Fresh" reports for duty, and then begins the day of being interrupted by phone calls from his subordinates at any time of the year, 24 hours a day.

He should cherish and enjoy this gap.

Ding Mianli picked up the phone and looked at it. There was not a single missed call. The headhunter didn't call him. Ding Mianli was not in a hurry. They only talked on the phone in the afternoon, when he was driving from Shanghai to Hangzhou. Wait a minute and say Maybe just when he starts to have a drink, their call will come and ask about his communication with Zhang Xiangbei.

At that time, he could tell them that he had already thought up the rhetoric. Ding Mianli had never called the headhunting company. He was always waiting for them to call. Whether he called or not was a gesture. That one has a low posture, and the one who answers the phone has a high posture. Ding Mianli has always been the one who answers the phone, and he doesn't want to change.

Changing a lot of times means that I have a lot to say, which is inconvenient to say, and I can't mention many conditions. In a word, I can't take it. Ding Mianli feels that the word taking it is very vivid, isn't it? You have to do it. Only when you become the leader in a certain industry can you be qualified to take the lead.

Zhang Xiangbei and Wu Huan didn't call him either. Ding Miuli felt a little strange, but he thought it was normal. The news that he was going to "Daily Fresh" must have shocked them. They were probably busy dealing with his dumping now. The mess he had caused them could not be taken care of for the time being.

There are no calls from those subordinates in the Shanghai company, which just means that his position has been taken over and a containment and investigation is underway. Now everyone in the company is in danger, not to mention that no one will call him. Even if he calls, the person on the other end of the phone will be startled and then press the phone.

Thinking of this, Ding managed to smile again.

He put down his phone and pointed the screen down, meaning that he didn't care about it anymore and wanted to have a good drink.

Ding reluctantly picked up the teacup, sipped the tea one mouthful at a time, and turned his attention to the window.

The sky outside has darkened, and the neon light boxes of the restaurants on both sides of Gaoyin Street have also lit up. There are more red lanterns, making the whole street red. It seems that like these antique streets, all the delicious food in the country. A street is also very similar. Standing at the intersection and looking in, people will always mistakenly think that this is a red light district.

Ding Mianli looked at the men and women walking into the hotel opposite. Under the colorful lights, their faces became blurred.

There are more and more guests on the second floor here. People are coming up the stairs shouting and screaming, and they disperse to tables one after another.

Ding Mianli's food also started to be served. Compared with the surrounding tables filled with friends, he was the only one at his table, which looked a bit deserted and special.

Ding reluctantly reached out and picked up the mobile phone on the table, turned it over and looked, but there was still no call. Although the mobile phone was right in front of him and he would hear it when a call came, he would still go and check it subconsciously.

Ding reluctantly put his phone upside down on the table, asked the waiter to open a bottle of rice wine, and started eating and drinking.

Ding tried his best to eat and drink, but basically kept his eyes outside the window. He didn't want to look at the people at the tables in front of him and behind him, which would make people feel a little lonely. He would rather look at the little girl selling roses on the street below, chasing a group of people. A little girl saw two men walking together and went to sell roses to them.

The two men were stunned for a moment, and then started laughing. You pushed me, I pushed you, and they were talking to the little girl. They must be encouraging the little girl to buy it for them, and the little girl also talked to the little girl. This one was chatting, and the other one was chatting. In the end, neither of them bought anything and left with a smile. The little girl stood there, looking at their backs with some disappointment.

Ding reluctantly looked at it and shook his head.

While eating and drinking, Ding Mianli would subconsciously pick up his phone to look at it from time to time, and then put it down again. No one was looking for him. Ding Mianli looked at his phone more and more frequently. With this subconscious action, his leisurely demeanor The mood in Zaizai seemed to be draining away little by little, and people became a little irritable. The dishes chewed in the mouth became tasteless.

He reached out and pushed, pushing the half-full bottle of wine away from him, as if there was someone sitting across from him. He was using this action to express to the other person that he wouldn't drink anymore, he wouldn't drink anymore.

Ding Mianli raised his hand to the waiter, who came over. Ding Mianli told her to pay the bill, and at the same time picked up his phone and looked at it again.

Ding Mianli walked to the end of Gaoyin Street, and a "Cao Cao Travel" online car-hailing car parked in front of him. Two girls got out of the car. Ding Mianli got into the car. The driver looked at him and said:

"Sir, you made the wrong order. I haven't taken the order yet."

"Go to Sofitel, I'll give you one hundred." Ding said reluctantly.

"The Sofitel on West Lake Avenue?" the other party asked, thinking to himself, what a lunatic. It only takes ten minutes to walk there, and the taxi fare is only the same.

Ding tried his best to say it was right, but the other party stopped making any noise, started the car and left.

Ding reluctantly entered the room, took off his clothes and walked to the bed. He picked up the phone and looked at it. There was no phone. He put the phone on the bedside table and turned around and entered the bathroom.

After taking a bath, Ding Mianli wiped his body and hair with a bath towel, walked to the cabinet at the door, opened the cabinet door, took out the hanging nightgown, threw the bath towel on the carpet, put on the bathrobe, and walked to In front of the bedside table, I picked up my phone and looked at it, but there was still no call.

He fell down on the bed, leaned against the bedside, picked up his phone again, and opened WeChat. No one contacted him on WeChat.

Ding reluctantly threw his phone on the bed, took the TV remote control from the bedside table, and checked all the Chinese and English channels, but there was no program he wanted to watch.

"It's so fucking closed!" Ding reluctantly cursed.

Ding Mianli picked up the phone, looked at it and put it down. Then he took the service manual on the bedside table and flipped through the pages. He saw the phone number of the sauna center. Ding Mianli leaned back, sat up a little, and then reached out. He took the phone on the bedside table and dialed.

"Hello, Sofitel Sauna Center, how can I serve you?" A boy's voice came from the phone.

"Is there a little girl who can come into the room and serve?" Ding asked reluctantly.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then understood, and Ding managed to say: "I'm sorry, sir, we don't have this service here..."

Before the other party could finish what he said, Ding reluctantly hung up the phone and cursed:

"What a shabby hotel, it's a five-star hotel, and there's not even a lady in it."

Ding Mianli fell down on the bed again, picked up his phone and looked at it. The screen was still silent. Ding Mianli couldn't help it anymore and called Han Song.

Han Song answered his call immediately. Han Song said with a tearful voice: "Mr. Ding, I'm sorry, I can't go to Daily Fresh with you."

"What? The man named Wu came to talk to you and kept you?" Ding asked reluctantly.

"No, I want to go to that idiot." Han Song said.

"Fuck, why did you go to his place?"

"I'll go, I'll go... He asked me to work as a loader at his place." Han Song almost cried as he said this.

"Fuck!" Ding Mianli cursed, "He is your father, you will do whatever he asks you to do?"

"He is not my father, but if I don't go, my father will come to Shanghai and break my legs. The people in our village will also break my father's legs. There is nothing I can do, Mr. Ding. "Han Song said.

Ding Mian pressed hard and hung up the phone. He tossed the phone onto the carpet beside the bed.

At almost eleven o'clock in the evening, the phone rang on the carpet. Ding managed to stand up from the bed, rushed over to pick up the phone, and looked at it. It was not a headhunter, Zhang Xiangbei or Wu Huan, but his daughter. friend.

Ding Mianli didn't answer it. He threw the phone back on the carpet and kicked it with his foot. Ding Mianli was in a terrible mood. He didn't want to hear anyone nagging him anymore, especially his girlfriend.

This night, Ding Mianli tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well. Finally, he saw that it was getting bright outside. Ding Mianli went downstairs wearing the hotel's nightgown and slippers, walked out of the hotel door, crossed the Nanshan Road in front of him, and arrived at the West Lake opposite.

The West Lake was full of people who got up in the morning to do morning exercises, and no one even sat on the chairs that needed to be grabbed at night. Ding reluctantly sat down and stared blankly at the foggy West Lake in front of him.

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