After a bit of playful fighting, Zhong Tingyue finally accepted the fact that she was a simp.
Thinking about it, I feel a little regretful. I should have held on a little longer back then, and then Chu Fang would have become the sycophant.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She had thought that Chu Fang was a poor college graduate and had tried every means to help him find business. Now she realized how stupid she had been.
Utterly foolish!
Even during meals, Zhong Tingyue glared at Chu Fang, who wore a smug expression.
After having breakfast, the two took advantage of the bright sunshine and clear blue sky to go on a date like any other couple: buying milk tea, watching a movie, and shopping...
The winter sun is always so gentle, and on Saturdays, the streets and alleys of Shanghai are full of people, either strolling, strolling, or shopping.
Shopping seems to be a woman's nature, and Zhong Tingyue is no exception.
Wandering through various fashion stores, she selects suitable clothes, trying them on and comparing them one by one. However, there is one difference: while others want to buy after trying them on, she eliminates the desire to buy after trying them on.
"Is it pretty?" Zhong Tingyue asked.
At this moment, Zhong Tingyue is wearing a classic camel coat. The simple and elegant silhouette design is relaxed enough, making her look fashionable and sophisticated.
Chu Fang carefully examined his girlfriend, stroked his chin, and said, "I still think that beige long coat looks better. It goes especially well with your white knit sweater and white wide-leg pants, giving you an ethereal feel."
"Really?" Zhong Tingyue spun around on the spot, her voice filled with joy.
It wasn't because of her boyfriend's praise, but because during their shopping trip, she had asked Chu Fang for advice on her outfits, and he had given her his opinions and suggestions without getting annoyed or being perfunctory.
“You have to trust my judgment,” Chu Fang said. “Even Daniel says I have great taste.”
Who is Daniel?
"The designer of the micro-era is said to be a very famous designer from abroad. My clothes have always been designed and cut by him."
Zhong Tingyue recalled that outrageously expensive bespoke clothing store, where they spent over a million yuan a year on clothes alone.
The waiter next to them listened to their conversation, a practiced smile on his face, and felt a pang of envy.
With just one glance, she knew that what the boy in front of her said was true.
Chu Fang's simple outfit was well-tailored and appropriate for the occasion. It seemed simple, but it contained a wealth of details and was clearly the work of a master.
Zhong Tingyue took off her coat and said to the waiter, "Excuse me, let me take another look."
"It's alright." The waiter bent down. "It's our fault for not being able to meet your request."
The two left the clothing store immediately. Chu Fang rolled his eyes at his girlfriend: "You're something else. You tried on clothes but didn't buy anything, which made the salesperson feel embarrassed."
The waiter felt guilty for not being able to provide Zhong Tingyue with good clothes.
“Hehe… …” Zhong Tingyue smiled faintly.
After walking around for a while, the two went to see a movie. Before they knew it, it was afternoon, and the sun was slowly setting.
Seeing this, Chu Fang drove Zhong Tingyue away. As the car headed towards the outskirts, she asked, "Where are you going?"
Chu Fang feigned mystery: "You'll know when you get there."
Before long, the car entered the suburbs, turned a corner and headed up the mountain. In a short while, it reached the top of the mountain, where there was a spacious platform with enough space to park a car.
Zhong Tingyue stepped out of the car and looked ahead. The setting sun unfolded before her like a magnificent scroll painting, slowly sinking, like an elegant dancer radiating light on her final stage...
Chu Fang walked to her side, put his hands in his pockets, and also admired the beautiful sunset in front of him.
Both of them remained silent, watching quietly, their hearts at peace, as gentle as the setting sun.
As the sun set, the whole world seemed to dim in an instant. Zhong Tingyue slowly withdrew her gaze, took Chu Fang's hand, and felt its warmth: "The sun has set, let's go."
"good."
... ...
Recently, YATeng Yige has almost gone bankrupt. Morale is low, projects have stalled, the entire decoration department has left, and the remaining employees are in a state of panic. Some are sitting in the company, preparing to apply for other jobs; others are stunned. They are already in their thirties or forties, with elderly mothers and children at home, and the pressure of life is immense. If they leave the company, where will they find a job? They are so anxious that their hair has turned white.
Seeing the finance manager walk out of Ma Junjie's office, carrying a cardboard box and leaving the company, everyone said:
"All the department managers have resigned. The company is completely hopeless. We should find another way out."
"Sigh! President Ming is dead and left behind a mess."
"Mr. Ma has been working himself to the bone these past few days, but to no avail."
“... ..."
The crowd's voices were loud, filling the entire company.
Dai Yixin, who joined the company at the same time as Chu Fang, sat in front of Li Fei's workstation: "Li Fei, I'm planning to resign. What about you?"
Li Fei replied, "I want to stay a few more days. I believe Mr. Ma will find a way."
“Boss Ma is neither a rich second generation nor does he have deep connections. He’s just an ordinary person. What can we do?” Dai Yixin said. “Now I envy Chu Fang and Cai Guan. If I had quit my job and followed Sister Zhong like they did, I would at least have a stable job now.”
When they left, Zhong Tingyue asked them if they were willing to work for her, promising that their salaries would remain the same, but guaranteeing that they would understand the interior design industry and improve their professional skills. However, they refused and preferred to stay at Yateng Yige.
"I'm not going to say anything more."
Dai Yixin straightened her clothes, picked up her resignation letter, walked into Ma Junjie's office, and placed the letter on the desk: "Mr. Ma, I want to leave. I'm sorry."
Ma Junjie looked at the application without changing his expression and said, "Think about it more."
He would give each employee who resigned more time to think it over.
“Mr. Ma, I just graduated and can’t afford to stay at the company any longer,” Dai Yixin replied honestly.
"You were my former subordinate, you should trust my abilities."
Dai Yixin paused for a moment, then said, "Okay."
Upon seeing this, Ma Junjie's face lit up with a happy and radiant smile.
For so many days, he said the same thing countless times to the departing employees: employees from other departments were leaving, while his former subordinates in the design department stayed.
Based on this alone, he felt that his efforts over the past few days had not been in vain.
Just then, a commotion arose outside. Ma Junjie stood up, tugged at his suit jacket, and said, "Let's go, I have some good news to announce to you."
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