Ye Cheng had just finished wiping Lin Yu's butt. He knew that impulse would affect the girl's opinion of him, so he changed his face in an instant, just to not want to leave a bad impression on them.

Fortunately, Ye Cheng had been paying attention to this before, so Kong Yuzhu gave him a charming look, while Bai Qingxue gave him a gentle smile, and neither of them paid special attention to this little episode.

I just frightened Xiao Dong at the door. When Ye Cheng scolded people, he would unconsciously bring Fatty Ye's banditry spirit.

Last night, he rolled in front of Kong Yuzhu's office door in front of Xiaodong. The sharp contrast really made Xiaodong a little unacceptable.

"Okay, don't pretend to be pure and good in front of us. If you scold me, you are a big boss Ye. Screaming him is to give him a face. Xiaodong, go and call the last person in. It's over soon. I'm a little tired too."

Kong Yuzhu revealed Ye Cheng's old truth without hesitation and asked Xiaodong to continue the interview.

She was one of the few people who knew that Ye Cheng had shot all the rubber bullets, so she knew very well that Ye Cheng had been restrained enough in front of them.

Bai Qingxue silently held Ye Cheng's hand under the table. She could understand Ye Cheng's angry youth's feelings very well. However, this was a public place after all, and she could only express her support in this way.

...

After Lu Zhengze on the other side left the conference room, his face was still full of indignation, and he walked all the way to the parking lot.

It was not until he drove out of the park in the low-key blue bird that the expression on his face became dull. He found a parking space on the side of the road, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number without notes.

As soon as the phone was heard, Lu Zhengze's tone immediately became extremely humble, and he spoke in neon words in authentic Kansai accent:

"Watanabe Executive, my interview is over."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head through his cell phone, regardless of whether he could see it on the other side. This was inconvenient to sit in the car. If he stood outside, he would probably put his head in his crotch like Ye Cheng said.

"Have you met Ye Cheng? What is your judgment on this ideal capital?"

"Ye Cheng has the kind of naivety that young people share, and tends to focus on investment in China, with an unrealistic sense of national pride.

And he has a natural rejection of overseas returnees. I think it should be because of his lack of education and his eloquence is pretty good, but it seems that he does not have any professional skills. Behind his achievements today, Yuntian and Kaixuan's help should be indispensable.

In general, ideal capital should not be too threatening to us. My personal opinion is that Boss Ye has too much money and wants to imitate Mr. Kong and make some achievements, just imitate him."

Lu Zhengze's regulations clearly gave his own analysis, but it is hard to say that he did not mix his emotions. After all, he was scolded by Ye Cheng, a "yellow-mouthed child".

The Watanabe executive on the other side of the phone said without comment:

"Well, that's it. You've done a good job. Then go to Yuhang. The investment department on Ali's side is still short of staff. After that, try to help them advance online finance."

"Help(shi)! Watanabe Executive!"

Lu Zhengze held the phone in both hands and lowered his head seriously.

...

Although there are many fools in this world, with Ye Cheng's current status, the probability of meeting a real fool is almost gone.

Ye Cheng knew very well that those who could appear around him must have their own purposes at this time, but he was too lazy to care about these things. No matter whether Lu Zhengze was really stupid or not, it would have no effect on him. As long as there was no problem with "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds", his cash would not be problematic.

With money in hand and his prophet in hand, Ye Cheng can make ideal capital move forward steadily.

However, when Ye Cheng saw the last interviewer, he completely overturned his opinion:

"What are you doing here?"

The person sitting opposite him was nothing but Zhou Tianqi's second-year illness.

The old boy had a shy face and a standard smile. He nodded to Kong Yuzhu and Bai Qingxue, and then replied seriously: "As an interview, Mr. Ye, please see if there is anything to ask me. If there is nothing, I will come to work tomorrow."

After Zhou Tianqi said hello to Lin Yu the night before yesterday, he kept waiting for Ye Cheng's call, but he didn't wait until the next morning.

He didn't know what medicine Ye Cheng sold in the gourd, so he could only clean up. According to the working hours specified by Jingyatang, he rushed to the hotel and worked as a waiter for a day in vain.

When did Master Zhou suffer this grievance? His two consecutive days of experience of life have almost made him collapse.

The waiter's life is light, but when welcoming and sending guests every day, we not only have to smile and maintain a polite attitude, but also have to do mechanical work repeatedly. If you are not serious enough, you may make mistakes.

He took the time to inquire about their salary with Bao Yixuan. If he was a formal employee, he would earn less than 5,000 yuan a month, and his monthly salary was not much better than that of him who went out for a meal by himself.

In Zhou Tianqi's previous life, he had always been disgusted with those who were "not enterprising". In his eyes, making money was never difficult. His purpose of making money was not in itself. He simply wanted to prove himself and take off the label of "Zhou Feng's son" on his head.

For him, poverty is just not working hard enough, and he is even complacent because he is a rich second generation, but he still has a "working heart".

But after he personally experienced Jing Yatang's work, he realized how difficult it is for the "poor" to cross this class.

After working repetitively every day, even he feels numb. He thinks that he wants to eat something good when he goes back at night, and then he sleeps beautifully on his big bed, and can't remember the purpose of his coming here at all.

He also has a luxurious home. Many of his colleagues have to work part-time after getting off work in the evening. At the end of the day, they may only sleep for six or seven hours.

Who can say they are not working hard enough?

When the pressure of survival is in front of you, when living is the only purpose, who has the heart to consider those irrelevant dreams?

So last night, Zhou Tianqi went home to find the old man, talked all night long, and told all the things he saw and heard in the past two days, as well as his own thoughts.
Chapter completed!