Back in 1984, he woke up with four stunning sisters, but also unpleasant people whom they were with, which lead to downfall in the tides of the times. Determined to make up for his past mistakes, J...
Jiang Sheng looked up and glanced at the two smartly dressed girls beside him, then nodded.
"Then let them handle it. I happen to have some other things to take care of."
Masayoshi Son nodded upon hearing this, and then glanced at the two girls who had just been interviewed next to him.
"These young men are here to collect commissions. You two can help them calculate and keep the books. They'll officially start work tomorrow."
The two girls nodded and sat down on the chairs that had been prepared for them. They took papers in their hands and began to write and draw on them, while collecting money and calculating their wages.
Zhao Defu didn't have much to do at the factory, so when he saw Jiang Sheng was about to leave, he quickly followed him.
"By the way, let's go together."
Zhao Defu came over, and Jiang Sheng didn't think much of it. He nodded as he pushed his bicycle outside.
“Okay, we’re going the same way anyway.”
The two chatted as they rode their bicycles. Zhao Defu glanced at Jiang Sheng beside him, his face showing some hesitation and confusion, but he couldn't help but speak up in the end.
"Um, Sheng-ge, I have something to do..."
“Just say what’s on your mind,” Jiang Sheng interrupted Zhao Defu, pursing his lips. “I knew you had something to tell me just now because you looked so conflicted. We’re not strangers, there’s no need to be so conflicted.”
"Um..." Zhao Defu smiled sheepishly, "You still saw right through me. It's like this, my uncle isn't home today, and the cook took the day off, so I'm home alone. That's why I was thinking..."
"Are you thinking of coming to my house for dinner?"
Before Zhao Defu could finish speaking, Jiang Sheng had already guessed what he meant.
“Yes, yes,” Zhao Defu nodded hurriedly, “Could I have a meal at your house? I’m really a little hungry…”
Seeing Zhao Defu's pitiful appearance, Jiang Sheng rolled his eyes.
"Alright, alright, I didn't say I wouldn't let you go. Since no one's home, you can eat at my place."
The two chatted as they rode their bikes, and soon they were home.
When they got home, Zhao Xuehui, the second sister, had already prepared the meal. She greeted Zhao Defu warmly when she saw him return with Jiang Sheng.
"Defu came too! Come on, the food is ready, come and eat!"
Zhao Defu quickly tried to flatter him.
"After all this time, I can finally eat your cooking, Second Sister!"
Seeing Zhao Defu's happy face, Zhao Xuehui's self-esteem was greatly satisfied, and she personally ladled a bowl of soup for Zhao Defu.
"My second sister is still the best to me, hehehe..."
Zhao Xuehui shook her head and chuckled: "Alright, alright, even if you don't praise me, I'll still let you eat."
The group chatted and laughed, and soon finished their meal.
After dinner, the group was chatting in the living room when Jiang Sheng glanced at Zhao Defu sitting next to him and spoke up.
"Second sister, I wrote a poem myself, but I don't know if there are any parts that are not well written. Could you take a look at it for me?"
Zhao Xuehui was somewhat surprised to hear this: "You wrote your own poems? Why wouldn't you let me see them last time? What's going on this time?"
Jiang Sheng grinned, then said sheepishly, "I was just a little insecure."
"So why have you suddenly come to this realization?"
Jiang Sheng feigned embarrassment and said with a smile, "Please help me correct this, Second Sister!"
Zhao Xuehui, with a hint of smugness on her face, stretched out her hand: "Then what are you waiting for?"
Seeing that his second sister had taken the bait, Jiang Sheng nodded and turned to go to his room.
As for Zhao Nianmeng and Zhao Defu, they were quite surprised as well.
"It's amazing that Brother Sheng can write poetry!"
Zhao Nianmeng was also quite surprised: "This child always manages to surprise people. I'm also broadening my horizons today."
As the group waited expectantly, Jiang Sheng took out the poem he had only written halfway.
This poem is Hai Zi's "Facing the Sea, with Spring Blossoms".
In my previous life, this poem became an instant hit across the country as soon as it was published.