When Chu Fang woke up in the early morning, he stretched in front of the sun.
Another day of both frustration and beauty.
What's frustrating is that it's Monday, the time when working people are at work. Everyone has murderous thoughts in their minds, and even a dog passing by would get kicked.
The good thing is that we can see Zhong Tingyue again today.
He didn't cook, but simply washed up and left the house.
I didn't drive; I took the elevator to the first floor and slowly walked out of the community.
After half a month of practice, Chu Fang discovered something: taking the subway to work was much faster than driving.
Traffic in Shanghai during working hours is always very congested, sometimes even worse than that of an electric scooter.
Therefore, he chose to take the subway.
"Still not off work?" Chu Fang nodded when he saw security guard Liu at the entrance of the residential area.
"Sigh, just started work." Brother Liu looked dejected.
That's true, which worker enjoys going to work?
"Brother Liu, can you stand up straight? Attention! Left face, right face, forward face, at ease, attention!" Chu Fang straightened his back slightly and gave Brother Liu a serious 'military training', while Brother Liu followed his commands and sat in various military postures.
The movements of retired soldiers are so graceful, unlike the military posture of students.
Chu Fang was overjoyed to have obtained the position of "military training instructor" at the school from Brother Liu: "I'll stand at attention for three hours and then come back to check on you."
After saying that, he strode away from the residential area.
Then, Brother Liu, who was standing behind him, relaxed his tense body and smiled slightly.
Compared to other residents in the community, Chu Fang was always happy to chat and play with them. Despite the vast difference in their social status, Chu Fang's gentle and egalitarian attitude made the security guards very happy.
Everyone longs for equality.
As Chu Fang boarded the subway, he experienced the feeling of being crammed into a sardine can, as described in the novel. The subway was so crowded that he could hardly breathe, and he felt as if he would lose consciousness at any moment.
Fortunately, his strong body managed to carve out a space, thus averting a life-threatening crisis.
Stepping out of the subway, he took a deep breath of the air and instantly felt how wonderful the world was.
Chu Fang walked to the bottom of the company building, but instead of going in, he ran to a breakfast stall next to it and said, "Auntie, two meat buns, one vegetable bun, and one soy milk."
When he was at home, Chu Fang had plenty of free time and was happy to cook to pass the time. But after he started working, he had to juggle work and thinking about how to win over Zhong Tingyue, so he became too lazy to cook during work hours.
It's quite convenient to buy breakfast downstairs at the company.
"Here's yours, young man, fifteen."
It must be admitted that Shanghai has its own currency system.
This breakfast would cost a maximum of seven yuan in his hometown, but in Shanghai, the price is double.
Prices in Shanghai can sometimes seem quite outrageous.
However, this only applies to the price of finished food. If you go to the market to buy vegetables and cook a meal, the cost is not much higher than in his hometown.
At its core, the reason is that labor costs in Shanghai are much higher than in other places, while material costs are not as prohibitively high as one might imagine.
"Handsome, treat me to dinner, please?" Just then, a voice rang in his ear.
"I only make two thousand yuan a month, how dare you ask me to treat you?" Chu Fang stared wide-eyed at Jiang Wenzhen in disbelief.
Although Jiang Wenzhen was a receptionist, her salary was seven or eight thousand.
How can she have the nerve to do this?
"No, no, no, you're no longer that lazy Chu Fang. You're the handsome Chu who won over General Manager Huang and secured a big order for the company. Your salary this month will definitely be no less than 20,000." Jiang Wenzhen shook her index finger, her eyebrows twitching, and asked Chu Fang with a mischievous grin:
"Handsome, how was Mr. Huang's experience? It must have been a wonderful night, one you'll never forget."
Clearly, Jiang Wenzhen already knew that Chu Fang had won over the wealthy woman, Sister Huang.
Furthermore, Zhong Tingyue kept his word; he deserves credit for securing that project.
"Ugh! You're disgusting." Chu Fang's face showed disgust. "I won Mr. Huang's project based on my personal professional skills, you know?"
"I don't understand!" Jiang Wenzhen shook her head. "That CEO Huang is notoriously difficult to deal with, and also notoriously obsessed with good looks. No one else managed to win him over, but you did. There must be some hidden reason behind this."
Chu Fang looked past Jiang Wenzhen and said to Zhong Tingyue in front of him, "Zhong Tingyue, Jiang Wenzhen is slandering me."
Zhong Tingyue carried a simple backpack, wore a simple white dress, and her long, straight black hair swayed with her steps, making her look elegant and beautiful.
After the incident with Sister Huang last week, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue have grown closer. During their conversation, he discovered that Zhong Tingyue was not as cold and aloof as she appeared, nor did she seem detached from worldly affairs.
The way Zhong Tingyue is addressed has also changed.
He used to follow the crowd and call her Sister Zhong, but he believed that he was going to be Zhong Tingyue's man, so how could he call her Sister Fang? That would make him seem inferior.
Tingyue? That's too intimate.
"Yueyue?" sounds like a child's name.
Tingting? Give me a break.
With Ren Feiping's guidance, he decided to address Zhong Tingyue directly.
Zhong Tingyue seemed somewhat surprised by his address, looking at him with both eyes. He did not back down either, staring back at the other, and their gazes met.
"Don't forget, you owe me." Chu Fang's voice was firm and resolute.
"Call me whatever you want." Zhong Tingyue looked away and ordered breakfast from the breakfast vendor.
When it was time to pay, Chu Fang said, "My phone is dead, pay for me."
Zhong Tingyue glanced at the game screen on his phone, which was set to full brightness.
The unusual surprise on her delicate face wasn't because Chu Fang had asked her to pay the bill. During their casual conversation, she had already learned about Chu Fang's personality; he liked to make fun of people and was quite interesting.
But she didn't expect that Chu Fang's reason for asking her to pay the bill was so thoughtless: "Can't I just turn the phone screen black?"
Do you think she's blind?
However, she didn't say much, scanned the owner's QR code, and paid for Chu Fang's breakfast.
Carrying her breakfast, she headed to the company, leaving with the words, "This is a one-time thing, and I won't do it again."
Jiang Wenzhen watched the entire process with her eyes wide open until Zhong Tingyue disappeared from sight.
He then slowly turned his head and looked Chu Fang up and down.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
Everything this morning was so strange.
Chu Fang pointed out his name and condescendingly ordered Zhong Tingyue to pay the money. The two seemed to have a special understanding, like a married couple.
She couldn't understand it.
No, anyone who knows Zhong Tingyue's personality even slightly wouldn't understand.
Why are you looking at me?
Jiang Wenzhen rubbed her eyes: "Why did Sister Zhong pay for you?"
Chu Fang replied seriously, "She likes me."
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