Chapter 15 Countdown to layoffs

According to the current social development situation in our country, Song Fenglin can actually be considered middle class.

However, there are so many hidden talents in the city of Ningjiang that he often feels that he is still very poor.

Especially in Starbucks after lunch break.

The table on the left is discussing 1 billion yuan in financing, and the table on the right is studying whether to buy a Porsche or a Ferrari.

The joy of receiving a quarterly bonus of more than 100,000 yuan just yesterday disappeared from Song Fenglin's heart.

He went downstairs to stretch his muscles, and now he only gained a new understanding of the world. He slowly returned to the company with his coffee.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, the front desk tipped me off: "Boss Xu from Blue Venture just left, and his conversation with Boss Zhang wasn't going well."

This round of financing was discussed with BlueChuang, and it seems there have been changes recently.

Song Fenglin could guess how Mr. Zhang felt and decided to leave work on time today.

Unfortunately, he ran too slowly and missed everyone who was supposed to come to him.

Zhang Peng blocked him in the office and talked for a long time, but the main point was still one - let him talk to Mr. He.

Mr. He probably knew that there were still normal people supporting him, so after he regained some power, he only looked at Song Fenglin with a somewhat favorable attitude.

To be honest, Song Fenglin didn't want to get involved with this couple at all.

He made an excuse and wanted to slip away at six o'clock, but was stopped by Mr. He again.

She was at a disadvantage in this situation, and Song Fenglin couldn't refuse, so he had to say, "Mr. He, it's not appropriate for us to have dinner alone. How about going to my wife's restaurant and sitting down?"

When the coffee shop opened, Mr. He sent a flower basket.

She said, "Okay, I don't have much appetite lately anyway."

Song Fenglin is a good man with many kind qualities in his nature, but because he spent almost his entire childhood in the quarrels between his parents, what he hated most when he grew up was getting involved in other people's family disputes.

However, it still remains the same, he is a good man, even if he doesn't want to, he has to put himself in a difficult position sometimes, and hide his feelings.

Perhaps only the person next to you can see the truth.

Chen Yun knew it from his aggrieved look, so she greeted the customer and asked, "I made bagels. Can I put ham and eggs in them for you?"

She still has time for this, it seems business is not good today.

Song Fenglin nodded: "Have you eaten?"

Chen Yun: "Eat at five o'clock. I've gained weight recently, so I have to eat dinner earlier. Don't drag me to eat midnight snacks in the future."

Song Fenglin couldn't remember the last time he had dragged her out to eat, so he said, "She must be very hungry that night."

I can hardly fit into last year’s clothes, so I’ll just go hungry.

Chen Yun: "I believe my fat can hold up."

With her physique, how much fat can she have?

Song Fenglin looked him up and down, and considering that Mr. He was still there, he didn't say anything else.

Mr. He tactfully gave the couple some space to talk, and he sat in the corner in a daze.

She fiddled with the cup of water, and her back looked infinitely lonely.

Song Fenglin sat opposite her: "There is bread in the store, have a bite later."

Mr. He: "You're welcome. I'll leave after a few words."

Mr. Zhang also wanted to chat in the afternoon, and it ended up taking two hours.

Song Fenglin was ready for a protracted war, but he didn't expect the other party to come straight to the point: "If I want to bring down Zhang Peng, can you help me?"

If this happened in ancient times, it would probably be equivalent to the queen conspiring with the general to rebel.

Even though Mr. Zhang handled relationships between men and women improperly, he was still a good leader to Song Fenglin.

He said, "I can't help it."

The answer was already expected, and Mr. He planned to take it step by step.

She took a sip of the coffee she had just served: "You know my abilities and character. If..."

The rest of the words were probably about how money can make people happy, and Song Fenglin knew it without even having to hear it.

He took a piece of the apple that his wife had specially cut for him and ate it. The juice slowly overflowed from his mouth. His movements were so slow that it seemed as if he was thinking.

Mr. He thought there was hope, and continued, "Don't worry about financing, I have friends..."

Song Fenglin interrupted: "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I really can't do it."

He wanted to get out of this mess as soon as possible, so he chose what he thought was the most sincere way: "To me, you are all friends."

My friend, is there anything indestructible?

Mr. He no longer believes that the relationship between husband and wife of more than ten years will come to nothing.

She was scheming and smiled and said, "Okay, let's not talk about this."

Song Fenglin breathed a sigh of relief, chatted with her about work for a few more minutes, and politely saw her to the door.

Chen Yun stood behind the bar to avoid suspicion, and waited until everyone left before saying, "Clear the table."

Song Fenglin was eating a "special meal" and didn't pay for it, so he couldn't act like he was the boss.

He washed the used cup and said, "I always feel like the company is going to be in chaos."

Chen Yun: "You are more exhausted by the couple than working overtime until the early morning for half a month."

Song Fenglin is good at work, but recently he has encountered unexpected things that are beyond his ability.

He didn't really want to face it, so he closed his eyes tightly and opened them again: "Take it one step at a time."

Chen Yun was very considerate: "The bow of the bridge is naturally straight, if it is not straight, then just break the jar."

Song Fenglin's life was once full of tension and anxiety. If I had to describe it specifically, it was like a broken ship without a dock.

He hammered the nails in one by one, but he was still worried every minute whether it would sink.

Getting married cured his wandering to a great extent, but it also brought him pressure and motivation because he had someone he cared about more.

Thinking of the uncertainty of work, he regretted: "The last time a headhunter called, I rejected it too quickly."

Given his personality, leaving the workplace that is as familiar as home is a torture.

Chen Yun tapped a few times on her phone and handed it to him. "Our biggest expenses right now are the mortgage and the children's tuition fees. Together with the living expenses, our fixed monthly expenses are around 60,000 yuan."

Song Fenglin took a look at the balance in his deposit and figured out how long the two million would last without having to think.

He subconsciously said, "So there are so many saved."

The salary is just a formality in his hands. Even the annual personal tax declaration is done by Chen Yun. What could he know?

She said, "I am very frugal and manage my household well, okay."

Song Fenglin: "We'll buy whatever we can afford."

He never boasted that he could buy the whole world for you. Pragmatism was one of his greatest virtues.

Chen Yun: "You are lucky. My parents raised me so that I don't need anything. I don't like to buy things."

According to this logic, Song Fenglin feels that he should be keen on consumption now.

But he really didn't have much idea about shopping, so he scratched his face and said, "Go shopping?"

Shopping alone was boring enough for Chen Yun, and with him joining in, she was at a loss.

But she changed her mind and said, "It's just right. I'll buy you a birthday present."

Song Fenglin: "I don't want anything."

Chen Yun: "Then let's go eat grilled fish?"

Wait a minute, who just said not to have midnight snack?

Song Fenglin teased: "Not losing weight anymore?"

Chen Yun said confidently: "I ate it to celebrate your birthday in advance."

All right, Song Fenglin raised his hand to look at his watch: "I'll go order first and reserve a seat. You'll be closing so I can eat there."

He planned it well, but it just didn't go as planned.

Chen Yun was about to shut down the machine, but then a large order of thirty cups came up. After that, she cleaned up the bar. When she arrived, she didn't know what time it was.

Song Fenglin sat facing the door, looking at his phone and then looking outside.

He looked up and down frequently enough not to miss anyone, and saw her approach and unpack the dishes.

Chen Yun: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Song Fenglin: “No.”

He rinsed the dishes and chopsticks: "You've waited for me longer than this before."

Chen Yun: "It's because you're always late that I like to eat here."

The fish in this restaurant are caught and killed right after they are cooked. It is normal to wait an hour or two for the dishes to be served during peak hours, plus it takes another hour or so to wait for the fish to be cooked.

Waiting for someone who is never coming is frustrating, and the only way to find peace is in the anticipation of delicious food.

Although he had apologized every time, Song Fenglin said it again: "I'm sorry."

Chen Yun: "You are busy with work."

At that time, the company had just released a hit game, and everyone wanted to strike while the iron was hot, so they had to brainstorm from time to time.

Song Fenglin: "You always say you won't be busy in the future, but I didn't expect that I am still busy now."

There is always a price to pay for every gain; sugarcane cannot be sweet at both ends.

Chen Yun counted on her fingers: "The number of times we've eaten alone recently is the total of the past six months."

When you think about it this way, the troubles brought by work become a blessing in disguise.

Song Fenglin had a treasonous thought: I might as well let the company go bankrupt.

The next second he withdrew this ominous thought, not knowing that good things in the world always work but bad things work.