Chapter 13

Alvis spent the whole morning in the factory, discussing business with the factory manager, while Roger took notes. The factory's existing equipment could not meet Alvis's production needs, so they discussed specific feasible solutions. At noon, the other party invited Roger and Alvis to dinner. Roger's alcohol tolerance was not good, and he was a little shaky after just one glass of white wine.

The manager was a middle-aged man with a big belly, a big back hair, and a kind face. Seeing that the two drank politely, he stopped urging them to drink and instead recommended food. Northeastern people are warm and hospitable. The five of them ordered a large table of dishes, but they didn't finish them in the end, so a lot of them were wasted.

There was no contract signed that day. Alvis asked the other party to provide a specific production plan, and the company would go through the contract signing process after it was approved. It was

almost two or three o'clock when they finished, and the two decided to go back to the hotel to rest for a while, and then take a plane back to Yangcheng in the evening.

As soon as Roger came in, he lay on the bed with his back to the sky and burped: "Why do you have to drink when discussing business? Baijiu is so unpalatable. I feel dizzy now."

Alvis stood by the bed and changed his clothes, and said casually: "If you can't drink, don't drink. No one will care if you are drunk."

"Aren't I just holding you up?" Roger snorted, "Otherwise, people will only force you to drink."

"I can drink." Alvis said.

"You can drink, it's really unfathomable." Roger couldn't deny this.

After changing his clothes, Alvis went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Love is clean." Roger murmured, feeling dizzy, and fell asleep in a daze. He slept

until five o'clock in the afternoon. When Roger turned over and got up, he saw Alvis sitting on the bed doing work. The air-conditioning temperature was too low, and Roger's teeth were chattering from the cold. He reached for the quilt to cover himself, and lay down again, complaining: "I'm freezing to death. You are so heartless that you don't even know to cover me with the quilt."

"Are you a three-year-old child?" Alvis sneered.

"I'm a twenty-three-year-old child." Roger said, yawned, and wanted to continue sleeping.

"Don't sleep anymore. The flight is at eight o'clock in the evening. Pack up and check out." Alvis said, closing the computer, getting up and starting to pack.

"I'll lie down for a while." Roger said, rolling back and forth on the bed.

It was so comfortable, he didn't want to get up. He put his face on the pillow and smelled the alcohol coming out of his mouth. It seemed to be on his body too. No, he had to take a shower. He thought about it, but his body felt heavy and he just couldn't get up. Then his consciousness began to blur -

he fell asleep again.

Roger felt someone patting his face. He frowned and wanted to chase this annoying guy away. He waved his hands twice as if to chase away a mosquito, but his hands were caught, and then his face was slapped twice again.

He was angry, opened his eyes and stared angrily at the culprit.

It was Alvis.

Roger sat up and said angrily: "You hit me while I was asleep?"

Alvis was speechless: "You are not sick, are you?"

Roger snorted: "Don't deny it, you just want to get revenge on me."

"What should I get revenge on you for?" Alvis stood at the head of the bed and looked at him helplessly, "Why don't I get revenge on you when you are awake?"

"Who knows, you can't beat me when you are awake." Roger looked down at the time, it was half past five, he didn't sleep for long, how come it felt like a whole night had passed.

"Get out of the way, I have to take a shower."

Alvis reminded him: "Hurry up, leave on time at six o'clock, otherwise you will miss the plane."

"Got it."

While taking a shower, he washed his hair. Roger took a slow shower, and Alvis urged him twice outside before he slowly came out of the bathroom.

"Why are you urging me? I feel like my hair isn't even rinsed clean." Roger complained with his eyes rolled up.

Alvis turned around and his expression froze for a moment.

Roger was shirtless, with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

He had a good figure, not fat or thin, and quite well-proportioned, but his skin was too white, with a few red marks on his body from rubbing his hands.

"It's so cold, turn off the air conditioner."

Roger was shivering with cold as soon as he came out, feeling like he was in a cold storage.

Alvis turned off the air conditioner as he was told.

Roger was sticking his butt out in the cabinet looking for a hair dryer, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time, so Alvis brought it to him. Alvis had packed up and was wearing a dark grey suit without a jacket. He wore a double-breasted vest over a striped shirt, with the last button undone, giving him the lazy and relaxed look of an Italian gentleman.

This outfit made Alvis look broad-shouldered, long-legged, with a slim waist and big chest, a physique that every man would envy.

Roger said with envy and jealousy: "You are so handsome. But there is still a big difference between you wearing clothes and not wearing clothes. Who would have thought that there are messy muscles under the neat clothes."

Alvis was used to his occasional nonsense, so he didn't care. Instead, he frowned and told him to hurry up: "You have been delayed for a long time. If you can't finish cleaning within ten minutes, I will leave by myself."

"Okay, okay, really."

Roger speeded up. In order to save time, he simply didn't go to the bathroom to change clothes, but changed by the bed. When he took off the bath towel and exposed his white buttocks, Alvis finally couldn't help it and said: "Even if you are a man, you have to pay attention to your image."

"What image?" Roger turned around and said puzzledly.

Very good, now the front is also exposed.

Alvis looked away and said stiffly, "Nothing."

After hurrying, they finally got on the plane. As soon as Roger got on the plane, he asked, "When will the meal be served?"

"No meal," said Alvis.

A stewardess happened to pass by and saw two handsome guys sitting side by side. Her eyes lit up. She squatted down and explained softly, "There will be no staple food after eight o'clock, but there are snacks, soda biscuits, small bread and cod cakes. As for fruits, there are bananas and apples. What would you two like to eat?"

"Are there any drinks?" Roger asked, just thirsty.

"Yes, Coke, orange juice and coffee, what do you want?"

"Coffee, please." Roger said, "One of the same as you just said."

The stewardess paused, smiled and said, "Okay." She turned to Alvis and asked softly, "What about this gentleman?"

Alvis: "Nothing."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The stewardess left.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Aren't you afraid of insomnia if you drink coffee at night?"

Both of them asked at the same time. Alvis waited for a while, but Roger didn't say anything, so he answered first: "No."

Roger said: "No, I'm refreshed, I'm so sleepy."

The plane took off.

After eating snacks, Roger leaned back in the chair and dozed off. The cup of coffee he just drank seemed to have no effect on him. He tilted his head and slept with his mouth open.

Alvis was editing emails on the computer when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder.

Roger leaned on his shoulder and slept soundly.

Alvis frowned slightly, leaned sideways and pushed Roger's head back. Roger said a few words in his sleep, as if blaming Alvis for being ruthless and not even willing to lend his shoulder to a good colleague.

Alvis turned a blind eye and continued to work.

It was already eleven o'clock when they arrived in Yangcheng. Alvis' driver was waiting for him on the arrival floor. The two got in the car, and the driver took Roger home first as usual.

Roger found that Alvis had changed his car again, but the driver's driving skills were still very stable. He couldn't help but gossip again: "What does your family do? Don't say that you bought the house and car yourself. Even if you are good at making money, you can't afford such a good house and car."

Alvis said coldly: "What does it have to do with you."

"Please care about me. We are friends, right?"

Alvis said nothing.

Roger said to himself, "We are all human beings, but why are our destinies so different? Some people are born in Rome, while others are destined to be slaves all their lives. It's so miserable. What sins did I commit in my last life that I don't have a good life like you in this life."

"You are not bad either," Alvis disagreed and said objectively, "Not everyone can enter Kaihua right after graduation."

Roger looked at him inexplicably, "You act like the owner of Kaihua. Although Kaihua is awesome, it's not that awesome. If I were given another chance to choose, I would not want to enter Kaihua."

"Why?"

"It's because of you rich people that I can't see any hope of success."

Alvis didn't speak for a long time. Until Roger got off the car, he said, "Work hard, and you will succeed too."

"Thank you." Roger patted his shoulder and said in a seemingly sincere but gloomy tone: "If you become the CEO, president, or chairman of Kaihua one day, let me be your assistant. I don't think many people can "serve" you well."

"Okay." Alvis said lightly.

"Haha." Roger imitated Alvis' usual fake smile, "I believe you will succeed."

After being busy for a while, Roger began to be idle. At first, he was not used to the fact that he was suddenly not busy. He was panicking all day long and always felt uneasy. The most important thing was that Alvis seemed to be away from the company often, either on a business trip or at the headquarters for a meeting. Roger was about to take the position of team leader.

But it was good this way. No one was supervising him all day long, and he was not so nervous.

He has recently fallen in love with a Japanese woman.

This woman is a purchasing manager of a Japanese automobile company, 30 years old, and very capable. After getting to know her for a while, Roger suddenly became very interested in her because this woman was very gentle and polite, always saying "sorry" before speaking, and always ending her sentence with "thank you", which made Roger feel like a spring breeze. After dealing with so many strange clients, he finally found the real joy of work.

He searched for the woman's FB account and found that her Japanese name was Maki Reiko. From the photos, she looked beautiful and had a mature charm.

Roger felt that he was instantly struck by her. He had never come into contact with such a mature and charming woman, and he was itching for a while. He followed Lingzi's FB account and left her messages when he had nothing to do. The two of them gradually became familiar with each other.

Roger was very upset and always wanted to find someone to share this with, but he didn't have many friends, and none of them were close enough to talk about such private matters.

So he thought of Alvis, they should be good friends. So one night Roger sent a screenshot of Lingzi's FB homepage to Alvis and asked shyly: "Is she pretty?"

Alvis: "Who?"

"My goddess."

"Don't look at such unhealthy things."

"? What are you talking about." Roger was so angry that his face turned red, "Is she a decent woman!" "

Oh."

"To be honest, this kind of mature big sister is also good." Roger added a shy expression after this sentence.

"Haha."

"Haha what? You don't like this type?" Roger said, and then asked himself, "I guess you like the sexy kind, with a curvy figure and a butt that can hold up a bottle of drink."

"You guessed wrong."

Roger automatically ignored Alvis's answer and said sentimentally: "But there is still a certain distance between Japan and China. I wonder if she is willing to come to China to live with me if we are together? I don't want to go to Japan. It's far away and I'm afraid my parents will worry."

Alvis sent a location. Roger looked closely and his nose was crooked with anger -

Yangcheng Third Mental Hospital.

Alvis: "Let's go check the brain first."