Chapter 339: Do you want them all?
November 6th.
noon.
A certain food stall that can be seen everywhere in the winter market.
"Actually, this is not promoted by your father-in-law's connections, nor is it just announced because it is related to your affairs."
"The aging population of Snow Country itself has become increasingly serious."
"So far, no country in the world has found any way to reduce the rate of population aging."
"..."
"However, this can be considered one of the rewards for you."
"Even if we place our industry in Snow Country, we guarantee that everything will be green."
"..."
There were probably officials from Snow Country talking in front of them. The core meaning is probably that he hopes Su Ming can bring more core industries and technologies back to China.
"Maybe, in a few years. When most technologies have been developed to world-class standards, you will have the opportunity to become the youngest recipient of the Medal of Merit in the Snow Country."
"Of course, these all take time to settle."
"I'm just here to tell you. The Snow Country is not a feudal country and has made significant contributions... There are many precedents for giving the green light appropriately."
"..."
The reason why I came to meet suddenly was to talk about the policies that have been implemented in the winter market. By the way, let's talk about feelings, worldliness and so on, right?
It was almost a clear statement that there was no need to go to some small country to settle, they could live together legally in Snow Country.
November 6th.
afternoon.
There is an abandoned factory area specially rented by Su Ming on the outskirts of Dongshi to ensure that there are no cameras around it. It’s okay to practice anything that is beyond the ordinary person’s knowledge.
Let Jiang Mengying hide here.
"..."
Where is it?
"Shua——"
The moment he heard the noise, Su Ming held a wooden knife to the back of his neck.
Su Ming had no idea where she was until there was no news. Just fight back with instinct.
The body composed of magic power has completely shed all magic power, and its existence is very weak. It can no longer be said to be transparent... it should have disappeared.
No matter how many times he practiced, Su Ming could clearly detect the bottleneck.
To use a common analogy, every time the ability obtained from the game is brought into reality, the proficiency level is 0/100. Once the proficiency level is reached, it can no longer be improved.
The only thing that can be improved is some small skills and a more proficient combination of various abilities.
It's not that sparring is useless at all, it's just that... it improves very slowly.
If the game really ends someday. There is no way to conduct another trial... That being said, people must have self-awareness and know how to be content. But the more we have, the more we will habitually want more.
In the past, I only thought that my sister could graduate successfully and have a good life. I think little about my future.
"Click."
"Ah...Mr. Ming, are you okay?"
In a stunned moment, the wooden knife held by Jiang Mengying hit Su Ming on the shoulder.
To be honest, the magical wooden sword was a bit painful.
"It's okay."
Su Ming shook his head, threw the wooden knife aside, and took out a cigarette from his coat.
"Is it really okay? I just used all my strength..."
"What you need is to go all out. Otherwise it's meaningless."
"..."
"Xiao Jiang. You are very strong."
While Su Ming lit the cigarette, he calmly looked at Jiang Mengying, whose body was gradually solidifying.
"That, that's because Mr. Ming is not serious..."
"No, I also tried my best."
Su Ming didn't lie.
In reality, I don't know how to read files, so I am trying my best without any trump card.
It's impossible to think of hitting with all your strength when you come up. If you can't beat it, you can start over again until you hit it.
Facing Jiang Mengying, the only advantage is that after the 'pure white wings' become the perfect level, they can glide very far and very fast. Alone...it seems like he can run away from anyone around him.
Staring at Jiang Mengying's leather drum, it was covered by loose wide-leg pants. The legs are also trousers with no leg shape at all...
"..."
Perhaps because she was stared at openly for too long, Jiang Mengying's hands unconsciously dropped and were placed on her stomach.
"Huh."
Su Ming took a puff of cigarette and looked away. Staring at the old oil drum not far ahead.
"Is this what you want?"
"Eh?"
Jiang Mengying was stunned for a moment.
"That's it, you don't have to fight for status, and you don't expect to be taken care of all the time."
"..."
Jiang Mengying hesitated for a moment and replied, "Yes."
"Okay."
Su Ming threw away the cigarette, got up and put his denim jacket on his shoulders.
"No matter what you think, what are your expectations for the future."
"My idea is very simple."
"Before I knew you were Xiao Jiang, I could protect you."
"After knowing it, now and in the future, I will too."
"..."
"By the way."
Before leaving, Su Ming glanced at her again.
"Slim-fitting clothes will indeed feel astringent when you wear them."
"..."
Jiang Mengying unconsciously covered her butt with her hands, and her cheeks turned slightly red.
"But so do loose clothes. Probably because I know what's hidden in my pants."
"Ah...this, this is..."
"I do."
"Mr. Ming?"
"Your skin drum. Of course, not just the skin drum."
"..."
"The safety of my sister and Xiao Xi will be left to you for the time being."
Su Ming didn't suddenly want to play straight to make her shy. He didn't have any intention of making her more obsessed with him.
People cannot treat people as tools.
At least there are people around him who really love me. But as Aunt Eliza said, in order to maintain the purity of blood and cultivate power, if you want to be a superior...do you have to abandon the concept of being born or not?
November 6th.
afternoon.
"..."
It’s been a long time since I went to An Shiyao Company. Instead of going through the front door, he quietly entered through the back door.
Although Su Ming does not work here, his staff card is still valid, and after An Shiyao changed many areas to entry based on contribution or position card, Su Ming's card has always been the only one in the company with insufficient level. A high-level authority card with the same level as An Shiyao. Well, even Su Ming's card can be used in An Shiyao's office.
"Are you...the legendary Mr. Su?"
"I got the one with Mr. An..."
There is no one who doesn't know Su Ming. An Shiyao's belly has been so obvious recently. I'm afraid the gossip about her and herself will continue to exist intermittently in the company, and even new employees will know her.
As his apprentice Xiao Li joked, even though many newcomers have never met him, the legend of ‘counterattack’ has always been circulated in the company. Even the marketing department where Su Ming worked was regarded as a Feng Shui treasure that could change one's destiny. Many people had a soft spot for the office and work station where Su Ming originally worked.
conference room.
"You can rest and wait in Mr. Security's office..."
The secretary whispered an invitation.
"No, I'll just wait here."
Su Ming didn't go in to disturb, but just waited at the door.
"..."
The conference room was quiet at first.
But soon there was the sound of tables and chairs being pushed, someone must have stood up.
"Mr. An, I admit that I am a bit short-sighted."
"But to take a step back, I am also thinking about the company. We have just gained some ground in the new energy auto parts market, but we have not yet established a firm foothold and have rashly started so many side businesses."
"Even if it is profitable now, I still think there is nothing wrong with what I said at the beginning. You are too radical."
"..."
oh.
Do loyal ministers advise the emperor?
"Shasha——"
The sound of paper sliding and passing.
"..."
There was another moment of silence.
Is the loyal minister finished?
"That's not what I said. I...I only said it once."
"At that time, I didn't know Mr. Su's contribution to this company...so..."
"..."
oh.
It looks like the fun is really over.
An Shiyao is very serious about work matters, and even more serious about matters related to herself.
"I didn't know it at the time! I thought you still had such great power even though you were not in the company... You even gave an outsider the maximum authority in your position! And salary..."
"..."
"I really didn't know that Mr. Su's salary was paid privately by you, and..."
It looks like I can’t make it up anymore.
Su Ming could imagine An Shiyao looking at this neutral-voiced employee without saying a word and staring coldly. Others in the conference room were too embarrassed to show the scene.
"What else?"
Finally I heard An Shiyao speak.
So cold.
It's completely different from holding her hand and acting coquettishly.
"I'm not wrong either!"
"This is not caused by your good taste at all, but by relying on men to take care of things! Obviously I was born in a wealthy family and can be independent on my own... Why do I have to rely on men?!"
"During the interview, I never heard that the top executive was not a woman, but a man who didn't even work in the company."
"This is deception! If I had known that the top management was not a woman, I would have definitely..."
"..."
"Okay, shut up."
An Shiyao's tone became colder, as if she no longer wanted to talk nonsense, "I have asked a lawyer to collect evidence to accuse you of trying to incite confrontation between female employees and male employees in our company's free time. Don't talk to me about independent women, you are not qualified. ”
"When I see you, I feel very pitiful."
"..."
The owner of the neutral voice was a girl with short hair and glasses, who spoke with gritted teeth. Apart from her resentment... she couldn't hide the fear that An Shiyao's few words brought to her. "Huh, finally Mr. An personally stepped forward to solve the problem."
"Everywhere has been uneasy recently... A group of weird people trying to achieve gender freedom is simply insane."
"I guess the HR who recruited this person will also be hired together, right?"
"Hey...if she hadn't taken Mr. Su's advice to preach, Mr. An might have tried to correct her thinking."
"That's for sure... When was the last time I saw Mr. An so angry? Oh. At that time, I was still running business. If you say something bad, go talk to Mr. Su."
"..."
After all, the management who came out of the meeting were talking behind her.
"..."
Su Ming had no desire to be forced to chat, nor did he have any desire to be flattered. He hid at the entrance of the stairs early and behind the iron door of the safe passage.
An Shiyao did not come out of the conference room, and seemed to be still operating the computer as she heard the crackling sound.
"Secretary Gao, go check it out."
"There are several people in our company who have been influenced by her. All the employees she is close to are open to each other. Don't leave any one alone."
“I don’t want our company to have anything like what happened to a big platform some time ago.”
"..."
"Secretary Gao, what do you think an independent woman is?"
From the position of eavesdropping, Su Ming really felt that the secretary was a bit miserable. Satisfying an angry boss...it's hard to answer well.
"Mr. An."
"I just met Mr. Su. He should be waiting for you in the office right now. Or hiding it somewhere... as a surprise."
"Eh? He's here? He didn't tell me..."
"..."
Su Ming suddenly felt that the secretary should live a comfortable life.
Is the question necessary to answer?
Wouldn’t it be the end if we just change it to what the boss wants to hear? The so-called solution to a problem is to directly address the source of the problem. The Snow Country's thousands of years of tradition is indeed true.
November 6th.
afternoon.
"Crack."
An Shiyao's legs wrapped in black stockings stretched out, because they came suddenly...that's why she saw them.
The toe of the stocking opened. Because of this, you can cut your nails without taking off your socks.
"If you keep walking, your toes will touch... and you will feel sore after a while."
“And it’s not breathable.”
"..."
Su Ming didn't answer and just continued to operate the nail clippers.
"Is it true that Mr. Su Ming won't cut it into the same shape as one that has been chewed by a dog?"
"...Believe me."
"Why did you come to the company suddenly...and it's like..."
"..."
"Mr. Su Ming did something wrong again?"
"Just here to take a look. It is my responsibility to pay attention to whether pregnant women are prone to prenatal depression."
An Shiyao should always do manicures, otherwise as the nails grow, the red at the bottom will definitely change to the original color. But now the ankle I'm holding on to is fully covered with nails. Very even.
"Did Mr. Su Ming hear it just now?"
"I originally watched short videos some time ago, and I was thinking that there should be no people with this tendency in the company."
"Last time she gave me advice, I was still trying to convince her with arguments."
"But I casually asked my secretary to take a look at it, and I found out that this person is not clean. He always likes to consciously lead the topic to various levels of freedom."
"..."
"Crack."
"Mr. Su Ming."
"Huh?"
"After you helped me cut my nails, I feel that it is impossible to get a new manicure even if I spend 688. It is possible to start with at least 2000."
"If you don't let me practice, I will never be able to cut well."
"I didn't ask you to practice. Huh?! What, what is this?"
An Shiyao almost fell off the chair when Su Ming pressed the acupuncture points on her feet suddenly.
"Yao, you are a little weak."
"...No."
"?"
Why don't you just sit upright and refute like before?
"Even if it's a bit weak, it doesn't matter if she's a girl..."
Although Su Ming had put away her nail clippers, An Shiyao still had no intention of taking back her feet and instead stared at him.
"Now, everyone in the company is working...the secretary has also gone to work."
"..."
"You came here on your own initiative! You just missed me, right?"
"No. Let's take a look around."
"That's just a thought! Otherwise it would be impossible to come here!"
"..."
Her feet wrapped in black stockings were very dishonest, and the toes were torn open, which was inexplicably a bit provocative.
"When the doctor asks me how I got athlete's foot, I will tell you."
"Then if you touched someone else's feet and even touched someone else's baby canteen... I will also confess you. Humph."
"..."
Peering into An Shiyao's eyes. That's just normal... shyness, but also happiness that I can really feel.
I was happy, probably because I didn’t expect that I would take the initiative to come before get off work.
"Yao."
"What are you doing? I suddenly feel so... greasy today."
"I want to confess."
"..."
An Shiyao paused and retracted her feet. Go and close the windows that were only partially closed with blackout curtains, and close the blackout curtains.
"Sure enough, I did something wrong."
Then, it comes back as a matter of course. Extend your legs again.
"Is it about that girl? Except for the childhood sweetheart one."
"No, what I want to say is."
Even if Su Ming closed her eyes, she could only feel that An Shiyao might have a little resentment.
But not angry.
If you are really angry, it is impossible to maintain this strength to serve yourself. At most, it speeded up a bit. How could this be interpreted as quarrel or anger?
"I may not stop until I can no longer use my ability to become stronger."
"..."
This time she really stopped. Not moving.
Then he retracted his legs, this time squatting in front of Su Ming. The professional OL's skirt is tightly stretched, showing attractive curves between the skirt and black stockings.
"That is Mr. Su Ming's ultimate goal, right? Strive until you can no longer make progress and can only become a useless person."
"Absolutely."
"Then what kind of woman do Mr. Su Ming think I am? Will I be a stumbling block for Mr. Su Ming when he wants to make progress, or will I be a good wife?"
"..."
The answer may not matter whether you say it or not. After all, she was already crouching in front of him, closer. The hair tickled Su Ming's ribs.
"I get jealous. I get angry too."
"But since Mr. Su Ming said it so seriously, I will also answer seriously."
"I like settling accounts."
"When that time comes, I will pour out all the jealousy at once. I won't care about the identity of the legal wife."
"..."
"Now. I don't seem worthy of being regarded as Mr. Su Ming's virtuous helper, spiritual sustenance...just excuse wife?"
"...Sorry."
"Mr. Su Ming, do you think I am being more sincere and sincere while apologizing at the same time?"
"Because you are too skillful and astringent in serving."
"Because it is a real baby, hum...it will stare at me when it is unhappy."
"Hiss..."
In fact, Su Ming knew very well that some things would not change whether or not the answer was asked.
But what he said was not the truth.
It’s not just about games. If you always have to work hard for the unknown future that has never come, what level of strength will be considered perfect? There is no way to become the omniscient and omnipotent god in the story.
Then take a step back and think about it, just do everything you can. The simple thing that can cultivate strength is... don't refuse, it's that simple.
Aunt Eliza is strong.
There is no need to say that he will protect Xueer, but he may not necessarily protect An Shiyao.
I feel that I was affected by what I experienced, and by what Aunt Eliza said...even my thoughts began to really come into being.
"Okay, it's not angry now."
An Shiyao stood up again and took out two pieces of paper.
"Mr. Su Ming, please go back and wait until I get back from get off work."
"Remember to send me a message in advance about what you want to eat. Don't say anything casual."
November 6th.
In the afternoon, it gets dark.
【Potato cake? Then I have to buy some more chili peppers. There seems to be no dried chili pepper at home. 】
[This is a trivial matter, what else is there? 】
An Shiyao went to buy groceries after get off work.
After replying to the message, Su Ming put down the phone. Then he looked at the person in front of him. He was wearing a fox mask, and his figure was completely hidden in his robe... He could only tell that she was a woman through the gap at the hem of the robe, because there were some gaps in the baby cafeteria.
She just stood there, holding her phone. There are words typed in advance on the screen.
After Su Ming finished chatting, she clicked on the voice reading function. If I read it correctly, it should be the gentle female voice of classmate Xiao Ai.
But ai’s gentle female voice...
"Want me."
"Still want them?"
Coupled with two short sentences, it feels inexplicably mechanical and chilly.
"..."
Su Ming tried to pry out her thoughts or information about her from the mask she wore. But nothing could be seen...the mask completely covered his face. The holes where the eyes are are on the forehead, maybe because the face is too small? In other words, the mask is too big.
Anyway.
If she had appeared not long after Jiang Mengying left and stayed in the villa, she was the culprit of the recent troubles.
Next goal.
"Can't we do it all?"
Regardless of whether he could spy on her thoughts or not, Su Ming could only give one answer.
(End of chapter)