The man didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer, and Lin Zhaoxia didn't want to either.
What's more, Han Yang called her early in the morning and said that Mr. Huang wanted to see her. Lin Zhaoxia wished she could fly over.
Finally a big job. But it can't be yellow.
He quickly went through the discharge procedures and rushed home with the man.
The man looked left and right along the way, as if he were entering the Grand View Garden, but Lin Zhaoxia didn't have the patience to educate a rotten drunkard.
You have a good face and a high rate of turning heads, but this does not mean eating or drinking.
Party A’s dad is still cute.
My parents, my parents, are waiting, I'm coming!
She turned around and took a look. The drunkard had cost her another two thousand yuan!
Crazy bleeding. Stare at him.
Zhao Guangyuan was stared at in confusion. For some reason, this woman was not friendly to him, and this was not the attitude of a benefactor.
But she is a lifesaver after all. She saved Zhao Guangyuan's life. Because I was grateful in my heart, I didn't care about the woman's attitude.
Just ask: "Where is this? What year is it?"
"We'll talk about it when we get home."
Zhao Guangyuan then shut up.
He had countless questions to ask, but he was not a man of many words.
When the two returned home, Lin Zhaoxia didn't have time to ask him about his origins, so she hurriedly explained to him.
He also warned: "Don't touch anything you can't use. This is your future world, which is very different. I don't know why you dropped it in my house. Don't go out. It's dangerous outside."
Seeing the man nodding, he pointed to the patio: "Where did you come from? Look for it yourself. Maybe you can find your way home. I have something else to do."
She went into the house and put on light makeup. When she came out, she saw Zhao Guangyuan looking straight at her. After thinking about it, he had nothing to say, so he turned around and went out.
Are you abandoning me now?
Zhao Guangyuan was stunned.
This morning he looked at that woman, although she had a good appearance, but her hair was disheveled, and he had seen so many beauties, and he didn't feel surprised. But after a little tidying up, this woman turns out to be a pretty person?
Sure enough, a good horse also needs a good saddle. Zhao Guangyuan shook his head and laughed, then turned around in the room to study this very different future.
Everywhere in this future life was different, and the more he looked at it, the more amazed he became.
This chair, these lamps, these appliances are all different and exquisite. And this TV? How could it be possible to preserve portraits and human voices?
Zhao Guangyuan walked to the kitchen again, looked at it carefully for a while, then opened the refrigerator and took out some food, hiss, it was so cold!
It's stronger than the ice cellar in the palace.
What is this? Cola? Take a sip...hiss, wonderful! It’s so pleasant! One sip on this hot day makes my whole body feel comfortable.
I have never had such a delicious drink!
I took another can and sat back on the sofa. Staring at the TV, competing in the world? This, this palace hall, this dragon seat and dragon bed, are actually displayed to the general public like this?
And here, the two armies faced each other, the horses neighed, the iron hooves formed, and the shouts of killing were loud...
Zhao Guangyuan's eyes immediately widened when he saw such a hot-blooded scene, and he even forgot to drink Coca-Cola.
When Lin Zhaoxia arrived at the agreed place and saw Han Yang picking her up under the bright sun, she couldn't help but sigh.
In those years, the two of them invited each other to spend time together in front of the school lake, in the cafeteria, in the library, and on every school road. Where could they not be seen? Lin Zhaoxia once thought they could achieve success.
Can bring luck to people.
"Zhao Xia!" Han Yang immediately approached.
Lin Zhaoxia smiled and said, "You've been waiting for a long time. I have something to do in the hospital."
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Han Yang was nervous for a while.
"It wasn't me, it was a friend who was sick, so I just came here from the hospital."
Han Yang breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you're fine. Don't be too anxious about work. Finish this job first, and I'll help you pay attention to other jobs."
"Okay, thank you very much."
"Why are you being polite to me?"
The two suddenly fell silent. "Are you okay?" Han Yang finally asked.
Lin Zhaoxia smiled and said, "It's not bad. I was so busy all day and night that I didn't even bother to eat. Now I can take a break."
Han Yang felt a little distressed, "I know your working conditions. You are either lying on the table typing on the keyboard every day, or you have endless meetings, and you have to get up in the middle of the night to revise drafts."
"There's nothing you can do about it. We're all responsible for food and clothing. If you take other people's money, you have to take orders from others." All social animals are like this.
Lin Zhaoxia didn't feel too miserable.
They say that being a screenwriter is a hard and tiring job, but isn't it the same when working with people's money? When you are your own boss, you still have employees to worry about, and you also have to bow to the departments above.
Not easy either.
She now wants to work more while she is young, save more money, buy a house and have her own home, retire early, and live the life she wants.
"Mr. Huang's company is up here?" Lin Zhaoxia looked up at this office building in the city center.
advanced!
This office building ranks among the top five in Shanghai. The rent per square meter per day is tens of yuan, and you can't afford it even if you have money. Tsk tsk.
Is fifty thousand less?
Just be as little as possible, just don’t make endless revisions!
The two of them were waiting at the Starbucks downstairs, chatting while listening to Han Yang introduce Mr. Huang.
A self-made rich generation, entrepreneur, and a major taxpayer in Wenzhou. He is a local celebrity by donating bridges, roads and schools. He is prominent and important in the Zhejiang Chamber of Commerce.
Lin Zhaoxia listened and took notes, "Is there anything else that needs special attention?"
Such as special habits, hobbies, etc.
Han Yang thought for a while, "I haven't heard of him. He has a good reputation. He is not the kind of person who grows eyes on his head when he is rich."
That's good.
In fact, it didn't matter to Lin Zhaoxia whether she had a good temper or not. As a parent, she needs to be scolded and angry. As long as she can give her money quickly and help her finish the job smoothly, she can say anything.
After a while, Mr. Huang's secretary came to pick them up, smiling: "Have you been waiting for a long time? Mr. Huang has just finished the meeting."
I checked the access control and elevator downstairs and took them upstairs.
Lin Zhaoxia greeted her with a smile, "Secretary, your words have weight, you have to please them first."
The secretary Tingting, who had curly hair and big waves, was very good-looking. She smiled back at Lin Zhaoxia and said, "Are you the screenwriter who polished our Mr. Huang's autobiography?"
As he spoke, he looked at Lin Zhaoxia calmly.
"Yes. I don't know if Mr. Huang likes it or not." Lin Zhaoxia said modestly.
The secretary said that she was not a ghostwriter, but just a polisher. But I don't care.
Han Yang smiled and said: "Uncle Huang is a busy man. If we hadn't informed him in advance, we would never have seen him again."
The secretary stopped looking at Lin Zhaoxia and only sighed to Han Yang: "No, Mr. Huang has to hold several meetings a day, sometimes for several hours. He doesn't have as much leisure as your father."
The two of them were polite to each other, and Lin Zhaoxia had no choice but to turn around and look at the advertisement in the elevator.
When Lin Zhaoxia came out of the elevator, she found that the entire floor was Mr. Huang's company. Gee, how arrogant!
The office is decorated in a high-end style, luxurious and not low-key at all.
Mr. Huang’s office is even worse. It's several hundred square meters, splendid, and has a water tank as big as an aquarium, with more than a dozen white dragons and golden arowanas wagging their tails leisurely in it.
The demeanor of a wealthy person is everywhere. Tsk tsk. So arrogant!
Fifty thousand is really less. Lin Zhaoxia began to regret.
"You are Miss Huang." Mr. Huang finally walked in.
"Hello, Mr. Huang." Lin Zhaoxia walked towards him with a smile and shook hands with him.
"Okay," Mr. Huang glanced at her, patted Han Yang on the shoulder, and greeted them, "Come on, come on, sit down."
The secretary quickly came in with another cup of coffee and didn't leave. He sat next to Mr. Huang, opposite Lin Zhaoxia.
