A proper Chinese meal is suitable for company team building activities.
I arrived at an ordinary Sichuan restaurant in Shanghai.
The four new employees from Chu Fang casually found a place to sit down, while Zhong Tingyue sat with several talented colleagues from the design department. All of them had earned their place in the company through their own abilities.
Ma Junjie glanced around and sat down next to Zhong Tingyue, whose brows furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of annoyance on her delicate face.
Zhong Tingyue stood up and told her colleagues that she was going to the restroom.
After using the restroom, he sat down with Chu Fang and the other three newcomers.
Chu Fang narrowed his eyes and slightly raised the corners of his mouth. He could sense the embarrassment in his rival's heart.
At the dinner table, everyone was toasting and drinking.
The atmosphere among colleagues at Yaten Yige Company is quite good. There isn't much backstabbing or infighting. Everyone is doing their own thing, and apart from that oddball Han Li, there's very little bullying.
I heard that Han Li is related to the company's boss, which is why he's a bit arrogant.
But it wasn't so bad. After a couple of drinks, Han Li was so happy he was practically out of his mind.
Chu Fang patted him on the shoulder and called him Brother Han, but the smiling tiger called him Brother Chu instead.
In just a few minutes, he won over Han Li, who assured him that he would be able to do whatever he wanted at the company, like a crab walking sideways.
Little Fatty Cai Guan looked up at Chu Fang with envy.
In terms of work, he considered himself superior to this Brother Chu. His university grades were not bad, and he had ideas for design and composition. However, the workplace does not only look at technical skills and experience, but also interpersonal skills. In this aspect, Chu Fang was far ahead of him.
Within half a month, Chu had built good relationships with his colleagues, chatting with everyone and having pleasant conversations.
A moment later, Ma Junjie walked over to the table with a glass of wine, patted the chubby Cai Guan on the shoulder, picked up his glass, and said with a smile, "Welcome to the company. I hope you all have a good time here. If you need anything in the future, just come to me. You can also contact Tingyue; she's very capable and happy to help others."
paralysis!
Neither I nor you have ever called me Tingyue, yet you're calling me that.
Chu Fang suppressed his emotions, smiled and raised his glass, toasting Ma Junjie several times. While toasting, he said all sorts of admiring things, such as, "Minister, you are so amazing. You are the person I admire the most. You are simply my dream god."
They continued toasting Ma Junjie until he waved his hand, indicating he could no longer drink and left.
As a senior manager, Ma Junjie's alcohol tolerance is not bad, but Chu Fang's alcohol tolerance is very high, and he has a glorious record of 'sweeping through the bar street'.
In addition, Ma Junjie had already drunk a lot of alcohol, so he was naturally at a disadvantage.
Watching Ma Junjie leave, he shook his head, feeling somewhat dazed, and headed out of the hotel.
He leaned against the hotel entrance, gazing at the sky.
The summer sky is like a black curtain adorned with countless diamonds, dotted with countless stars.
Every now and then a salty sea breeze would blow by, carrying some of the body heat, and he would feel slightly more energetic.
To be honest, he didn't drink much tonight, just a few glasses of baijiu, which wasn't enough to get him drunk, but for some reason, after a few drinks, he felt a little dizzy.
"Are you drunk?"
Just then, a clear voice came from beside him. He remained gazing up at the night sky and stubbornly replied, "No."
"milk."
"I'm not drunk, so I won't drink."
"Alright."
Zhong Tingyue tore open the packaging and took a small sip.
Chu Fang withdrew his gaze, his eyes filled with disbelief as he stared intently at the other person.
Under the stars and moon, Zhong Tingyue was like a beautiful, ethereal sight. Dressed in a white dress, she was as pure as snow, like a fairy under the moonlight. The hem of her dress fluttered gently in the breeze, creating layers of white waves.
Her face was delicate and beautiful, with elegant features and a straight nose, giving her a perfect combination of fortitude and elegance.
Noticing Chu Fang's gaze, a hint of mischief appeared in those clear eyes.
"No, you really want to drink it?" Chu Fang's voice rose eight octaves.
"It would be a waste not to drink it."
“... ..."
Chu Fang rolled his eyes at the other person, while Zhong Tingyue walked into the hotel, came out with a carton of milk, tore open the packaging, and handed it to him.
He didn't refuse, accepted it, and started drinking.
Under the cover of night, the two remained silent, drinking their milk.
After finishing his drink, Chu Fang looked around. There was a trash can about ten meters away. He raised his hand, and the milk carton went directly into the trash can, without any mishaps.
The three-pointer missed.
Awkward!
"hehe."
A mocking laugh came from the side, and Chu Fang twitched the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, Zhong Tingyue had also finished drinking, and with a flick of her wrist, she tossed the milk carton out of her hand.
It didn't go in.
"whee."
Two terrible chess players bumped into each other.
The waiter at the door couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he went over, picked up the two milk cartons, and put them in the trash can.
"Zhong Tingyue, you're no good either."
“I’m a girl, how can you compare to me?” Zhong Tingyue raised an eyebrow.
“Gender equality is the rule,” Chu Fang said. “Why should boys be the ones to score? That’s unreasonable.”
Zhong Tingyue didn't argue with him. She stretched, revealing her graceful figure: "Want to take a walk with me for a while?"
"Are there any benefits?"
"Go if you want, don't go if you don't."
After saying that, Zhong Tingyue left the hotel and walked towards the sidewalk. Chu Fang stood there for a moment, thought about it, and then followed her.
As Ma Junjie walked out of the hotel, he watched the two people strolling one after the other, and his brows furrowed, his face filled with disappointment and dejection.
... ...
A river flows outside the hotel, and many people gather in twos and threes to chat, or take a quiet stroll, enjoying the coolness of the summer night.
The two walked side by side.
Chu Fang tilted his head and stared at Zhong Tingyue, who remained calm: "Is it pretty?"
"Then you'd have to ask what the definition of 'good-looking' is..."
Zhong Tingyue's lips twitched slightly. Recalling Chu Fang's answer, she interrupted, "Never mind, don't say anymore."
"Aren't you going to listen?" Chu Fang asked. "What if there's a different answer?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue stopped and turned to look at Chu Fang: "Tell me."
"Beautiful, literally meaning pleasing to the eye at first glance..."
Before he could finish repeating, Zhong Tingyue strode forward.
What is she thinking?
They actually thought they could hear a different answer from Chu Fang.
"Hey, hey, just kidding." Chu Fang caught up with him and walked side by side. "I never thought that you, Zhong Tingyue, would get angry because of other people's comments. If those people who regard you as an ice queen knew, wouldn't they be shocked and lose their cold filter towards you?"
“What they think is none of my business,” Zhong Tingyue replied.
“That makes sense.” Chu Fang thought for a moment. Zhong Tingyue seemed to really not care what others thought. He shrugged, then suddenly craned his neck and asked, “By the way, do you want to know what image you have in my mind?”
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