Chapter 2 The King of Money starts!
"Han Zhe is really pitiful. He was responsible for the performance of the Sales Department last year. However, he only made a mistake this time and was sent to the reception room. I don't know if he can come out again."
"Wasn't Section Chief Li also called to the office by Minister Huang and scolded him miserably? I guess Han Zhe won't be able to go back in a short time."
"It's pretty good. If this continues, the performance of this year's movie won't be that high. Won't we be less stressed?"
"Shhhhhhh, stop talking, Han Zhe."
Several women in the tea room immediately changed the topic. Seeing Han Zhe walking with a little stagger, they just smiled brightly: "Han Zhexi~ do you want coffee?"
"Yeah." Han Zhe hummed in a flat voice, poured a cup of instant coffee, then turned around and left the tea room, thought for a while, and went up to the rooftop.
It's not that he wants to jump off the building. He's not that fragile yet. If he goes to Section Chief Li to say good things later, with his performance and speaking skills, it's not like he can't completely turn over.
Even if it is difficult to recover, the worst case scenario is to leave the company and start over again. In fact, Han Zhe has already planned to find a headhunter to try another company. Someone like him can speak both Chinese and Korean at a professional level, can communicate in spoken English, and has one year of sales experience. , it’s not difficult to find a job.
Just unwilling.
Changing companies means starting over, and Peninsula companies generally don't like employees who change jobs - after all, the place is too small, and the work circles are relatively close. For promotions, seniority issues need to be taken into consideration, and you have to reorganize the so-called The relationship between the younger generation and the younger generation is a broken place with many bastards in the temple.
Walking up to the rooftop, Han Zhe sat on a chair beside the rooftop, lit a cigarette, and looked at the sky blankly.
Taking out his mobile phone, he sighed, only ten percent of the battery was left. Fortunately, he had charged his mobile phone before get off work last night, otherwise he might have been able to sleep all morning today.
When I opened WeChat, as expected, there were two scattered messages. One was a belated birthday congratulations from a good friend in China, and the other was a birthday congratulations and debt collection text message from a relative.
Who knows your personal information better than your parents and friends? Of course it's your creditor.
[Second aunt: Happy birthday Han Zhe~ (birthday cake.jpg)]
[Second Aunt: How are you doing lately? I heard that you paid back all the money from your uncle and uncle. Isn’t it easy? Is the job on the peninsula okay? 】
[Second Aunt: It’s really amazing. At that time, some people in the family said that you might not come back to escape the debt. I didn’t expect that you could almost repay the money by yourself. Second Aunt is not in a hurry. Your sister still has some time to go. Going to college. 】
Han Zhe browsed the messages expressionlessly, and replied to the messages on the broken screen with a touch screen that didn't work at all.
[Han Zhe: I won’t lie. 】
The message came back quickly.
[Second Aunt: Second Aunt is not urging you, why do you think so? Second aunt only has a total of thirty thousand, so there's no rush. 】
[Second Aunt: I just listened to what they said.]
Han Zhe didn't even look at what message she sent, but simply replied again.
[Han Zhe: They are in a hurry, so I will pay it back first. I will pay it back to my second aunt as soon as possible, within two months. 】
[Second Aunt: Okay, take care of it first.]
Han Zhe threw the phone aside without looking at it, raised his head, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He suddenly became more optimistic.
Although life is still the same, after more than two and a half years of college, plus more than one and a half years of internship and formal work, the debt of hundreds of thousands is finally almost cleared.
Although these debts came from his dead parents and others were not in the country, there were many reasons and ways to ignore them, but Han Zhe never thought of living regardless of these debts.
He didn't want to be discussed and insulted by people in his hometown after his parents died, and become synonymous with bad debts.
I also don’t want to sell the only house in my hometown worth just over 300,000 yuan and completely lose my roots.
After paying off the debt, at least he can go back and visit his parents' graves openly, so that their urns can stay with their relatives - although for Han Zhe, the word "relatives" has gradually lost its proper meaning.
He took a sip of the instant coffee that he was now familiar with, exhaled a puff of smoke, and took out his phone again. He couldn't find the familiar game icon for a long time. He stared blankly for a while before finally piecing together some memories from his memory. .
Oh, no more.
He didn't bother to think about the specific reason why it was missing. It wasn't important anyway.
He put down his cell phone half-heartedly and looked at Yun Zhuan outside the rooftop. Yun Shu finished smoking a cigarette, drank the coffee, threw the paper cup into the trash can, and slowly returned to the office.
In the small cubicle of the hair extension room, his things were still packed in boxes and piled on the table.
After staring blankly for a while, he realized that his birthday had not passed yet.
An idea swirled in my mind.
He stood up and found Section Chief Li who was sitting in his seat, smiling and dialing the phone.
When he saw Han Zhe, Section Chief Li's face darkened a little. He hung up the phone, looked at Han Zhe, and asked in a louder voice, "What are you doing?"
"I want to take a leave." Han Zhe's expression was calm, not showing that he had been sprayed all over his body not long ago, and was sent to the hair salon.
"What?" Section Chief Li looked like how dare you say such a thing, but Han Zhe just said calmly: "I haven't taken a single leave since I joined the company, Section Chief Li nim, today It’s my birthday.”
Section Chief Li's originally angry expression suddenly froze. He opened his mouth, but in the end he just turned his chair angrily: "Go ahead."
Han Zhe bowed slightly and turned to leave. Just as he swiped his card and left, he boarded the elevator, and the katalk sound on his phone rang.
Section Chief Li’s message flashed on the phone.
[Section Chief Li: Birthday congratulations. 】【Chief Li: Take a good rest for a day, and reflect on it carefully afterwards. The minister is very angry. I originally invited the president here to introduce you, and I have laid a lot of groundwork in advance. 】
After a long while, Han Zhe tapped the screen with his fingers, but the buttons on the screen did not respond well, and the reply he finally managed to make seemed a bit simplistic.
[Han Zhe: Thank you, Section Chief Li. 】
Han Zhe left the company.
I wandered aimlessly on the street, and I didn’t know where I ended up. I saw a Chinese restaurant and asked the store owner to make a bowl of longevity noodles. I ordered a portion of Kung Pao chicken and stir-fried pork to fill my stomach.
Finally, he stopped in front of a cake shop. After hesitating for a while, he pushed the door open and entered.
"Welcome~"
The girl's gentle and sunny voice sounded.
The girl in the clerk's uniform could be seen to be very beautiful just by casually glancing at it, but Han Zhe just focused on the various pastries displayed in the glass cabinet. After looking around, his voice was still a little hoarse: " Are there small cakes for one person?”
"What flavor does customer Nim like? Sweeter or lighter? The best thing we sell here is this lava chocolate."
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Han Zhe hadn't bought a cake for a long time and couldn't tell the difference between these cakes. He just said: "Anyone is OK. It doesn't need to be too big. Can I put a candle in it?"
"Is it a birthday cake?" The girl was stunned.
Han Zhe nodded, raised his head, looked at her bright almond eyes and smiled: "Well, according to South Korea's calculation, it is the 25th birthday."
Looking carefully at this moment, I realized how beautiful the girl in front of me was.
Wearing a baseball cap with the name of the cake shop written on it, her long hair is tied into a high ponytail, her almond-shaped eyes with double eyelids are as clear as a deer, her slender eyelashes are slightly raised, and she narrows into a crescent moon with her smile, and her small nose, The delicate oval face shape and a face that looks only as big as a palm are very much in line with the South Korean aesthetic of cuteness.
Inside the pink apron with a bear printed on it in the cake shop was a clean white shirt. When she rolled up the cuffs, she could see the silver bracelet on her wrist.
The jeans hug her legs tightly. You can see from the length of the jeans that she has good proportions. Although she is not tall and only about 1.65 meters in shoes, her legs look quite long. The apron almost covers her front. , but from the edge of the apron, you can see her left and right buttocks, which are really beautiful gourd lines.
The girl blinked, looked him over, and then smiled brightly: "I know, please wait a moment, is a five thousand yuan cake okay? Does it need to be packaged?"
"Well, thank you." Han Zhe nodded.
The cake is so expensive.
The five-thousand-dollar cake was the same as her face, only about the size of a palm. The girl also put candles in the shape of 2 and 5 into it. While packing it up and putting it on the table, when Han Zhe was settling the bill, she stopped by for coffee. I picked up a cup of coffee from the coffee machine in the store.
“Can I have iced American style?”
She asked, Han Zhe was stunned, but the girl smiled at him and handed him the coffee: "A medium cup of coffee, not expensive, birthday greetings~"
South Koreans don’t say happy birthday when celebrating birthdays, but birthday congratulations. He just said it himself or heard others say it, but he didn’t expect that he would also receive two unexpected blessings today. Han Zhe pursed his lips and smiled. He stood up and said: "Thank you. If you have a chance next time, I'll invite you to drink coffee too."
"Gui~I'll look forward to it, keep working hard~fighting!" The girl gave him a very energetic fist gesture, made a cheering gesture, and smiled brightly.
Han Zhe smiled back, then turned around and left without entangled, but his mood felt much better.
In the cake shop, the beautiful clerk who was busy delivering coffee to the diners in the shop returned to the bar and joked: "This is the one our Yanzhu Xi likes? Are you a fat uncle?"
"Are you going to die?" Pei Yanzhu glared at her angrily, but the clerk just laughed: "I know, I know~ But you are really kind. That guy looked haggard and looked like he had just lost his job. He was not afraid of being caught. ”
"That's why I want to encourage people. As for getting entangled, it's not a big deal, right?" Pei Yanzhu thought for a moment, then laughed: "Although I'm not in good spirits, I don't look like that kind of person."
"Can you say?"
"Yeah! Don't you know what type I like?"
"Tall and handsome rich second generation?"
"Axi. There is no need to be a rich second generation."
"Well, if that uncle loses weight and dresses up, he might be quite handsome? He seems to be quite tall."
"Yeah!! Park So-hee!"
Han Zhe returned to his semi-basement.
Although when he raised his head, all he could see were the lower bodies of men and women passing by outside the window. The room they lived in seemed like a stepping stone for them to walk, but the bright sunshine in the afternoon still illuminated half of the room with difficulty.
After he lit the candle, before opening his eyes again, he raised the corners of his mouth happily.
I will definitely get better this year.
Happy birthday to myself.
However, just after Han Zhe opened his eyes and subconsciously blew out the candles.
The words floating in front of him made his eyes widen slightly and he froze in place.
【.start up! 】
What to start?
【The King of Money! start up! 】
An old author, the quality of two major masterpieces in a row is guaranteed. As long as they are on the shelves, at least 10,000 words will be updated every day. He will not be TJ, and his character is guaranteed. Everyone can read it with confidence~
(End of chapter)