Since his legs and feet were inconvenient, Jiao Qiu'er had no choice but to send Zhang Shuyan downstairs.
Although Jiao Qiu'er has a tonnage of nearly 100 kilograms, he is still very fragile inside.
Looking at the tires of the taxi that were crushed to the point of "deflation", Jiao Qiu'er's eyes became increasingly bitter again.
The taxi went further and further away, and Jiao Qiu'er's eyes never left the car.
After the car was completely out of sight, Jiao Qiu'er looked back and sat on the curb in front of the door as if he had lost his soul.
He put his hand into his pocket and fumbled around, suddenly remembering that he had quit smoking for a long time.
This is so damn sad, it would be nice to have a cigarette.
"Give!"
Jiao Qiu'er was stunned. A cigarette was handed to him. When he looked up, he saw Mao Sandao standing aside, holding a cigarette case in his other hand.
"I... quit smoking." Jiao Qiu'er smiled and stretched out his hand to block it.
"I know you quit smoking." Mao Sandao threw the cigarette into his arms, lit one himself, and reached for the lighter, "But you need it now."
Jiao Qiu'er hesitated for a moment, lit it, and took several puffs, staring ahead with great sadness.
"Shuyan can't bear to leave you either." Mao Sandao sat beside Jiao Qiu'er and whispered, "This short separation is for a better reunion."
Jiao Qiu'er slowly replied: "Like you, she doesn't want to work in my company. Why is that?"
"Maybe..." Mao Sandao thought for a while and said, "Maybe she doesn't want to embarrass you."
"In embarrassment?" Jiao Qiu'er turned to look at Mao Sandao, frowning slightly, "How could I be in embarrassment?"
Mao Sandao rubbed his slightly haggard face: "You don't care, but once everyone in the company knows about your nepotism, the management will be concerned about your face and it will be difficult to arrange for her;
At the employee level, it is inevitable that there will be rumors and rumors, and if you are not careful, someone will stab you in the back.
You have to know that in places without street lights, "ghosts" are everywhere at night.
In addition, the company must have interests. If Shuyan cannot bring benefits to the company, some people will be dissatisfied, and if they are dissatisfied, some people will make complaints about it. The execution of the corresponding system will be greatly reduced. In the end, management will be difficult. It seemed rather troublesome. Shuyan definitely didn't want to embarrass you, so she rejected you. "
After a pause, Mao Sandao continued: "An unknown author from the Ming Dynasty wrote in "Zengguang Xianwen" that kindness does not lead to soldiers, righteousness does not lead to wealth, kindness does not lead to officialdom, and emotion does not establish affairs.
In the company, you are the leader, so you must not act emotionally. What you have to do is to convince everyone. Not only must you handle the relationship with employees well, but you must also establish your own prestige. Only in this way can the company grow infinitely. "
Mao Sandao's words made Jiao Qiuer fall into deep thought. He didn't know that Zhang Shuyan would worry so much, and he was deeply moved.
"Actually, my ambition is not that lofty. I just need to maintain my current status." Jiao Qiu'er blew out a smoke ring and asked, "Listen to what you said, are you worried about this if you don't go to my company?"
"More or less. If I go to your company, it can be considered nepotism. Besides, I don't have the ability to bring you anything." Mao Sandao replied slowly.
Regarding this question, Mao Sandao just answered the question and indirectly rejected Jiao Qiu'er. He didn't think he was great enough to think so much about Jiao Qiu'er.
He just feels that he has been forced to have a career and has no extra energy to do anything else.
Moreover, this career is an "iron rice bowl" that cannot be rejected and will not be lost no matter how hard it is.
In the end, it was very helpless and sad. He also wanted to live a normal life.
There is no choice about where to go, and there is so much helplessness and sadness.
I want to reach the top of the sky, but I can't do it.
"I think you are thinking too much." Jiao Qiu'er sighed after taking a puff of his cigarette, "Thinking too much makes people too tired."
He didn't think so high-minded or far-sighted. He just wanted his lover to be by his side forever and to be able to help his brothers when they were in trouble. That was all.
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In his heart, all external substances that are not brought with him in life or taken away with him in death are not that important.
Family love and friendship are priceless.
Of course Mao Sandao knew Jiao Qiu'er's heart, and because of this, he regarded Jiao Qiu'er as a subway buddy who shared life and death.
And, it’s still the only one.
In his view, making friends does not depend on having many friends, but rather on cutting out the complex and keeping it simple.
There is wine, meat, and many brothers. How can one be seen in times of crisis?
But even so, Mao Sandao still retorted: "This is not redundant. When your position reaches a certain height, there are many things that should be considered.
Just like playing a game of chess, if you want to win, you must consider the next step carefully before taking this step, otherwise you will lose everything if you are not careful. "
The reason why Mao Sandao said this was because he sincerely hoped that the company that Jiao Qiuer had built through all the hardships could continue to operate for a long time.
Jiao Qiu'er smiled and said nothing. He knew that everything Mao Sandao said was for his own good. If it were others, he might not have said this.
After a while, he raised his head and asked, "Why are you free to come here today?"
Mao Sandao threw away the cigarette butt and his face became solemn: "Firstly, I want to see how your leg is recovering. Secondly, I have something very heavy to tell you."
"A heavy thing?" Jiao Qiu'er was startled, then a little panicked, "You...are you terminally ill?"
Mao Sandao curled his lips and rolled his eyes at Jiao Qiu'er: "Can you wish me a better life? What I want to tell you is that Taoist Master Banyun has become an immortal."
He finally told the matter, and Mao Sandao believed that Jiao Qiuer should have the right to know.
I didn't dare to say it before because I was afraid that Jiao Qiu'er would rush to Beiziling and worry that Lianfeng would tell the truth. Now that the only one who knew the secret of the bookstore, Lianfeng, was dead, so there was no harm in telling Jiao Qiu'er now.
"It turns out that Taoist Master Banyun has become a feather. I thought something happened to you. You were so panting that I was scared to death." Jiao Qiu'er breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly froze for a moment, tilted his head and asked, " What does feathering mean?"
Mao Sandao said slowly: "What Taoism calls death."
"ah?!"
Sure enough, Jiao Qiu'er's reaction was huge, as if a thunderbolt from the clear sky hit his head. He stood up quickly like a springboard and was stunned for a moment.
After a long while, he asked: "You mean... Taoist Master Banyun is dead?"
"Yes." Mao Sandao nodded, "Not long ago, it emerged some time ago."
Jiao Qiu'er still didn't want to believe that Banyun was like a god-like existence in his heart, and death was as unrealistic as listening to someone telling a legend.
He couldn't accept it.
"How could Taoist Master Banyun die? How could he die? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
Jiao Qiu'er's reaction at this time was very different from when Grandpa Mao Sandao passed away.
What he showed at the moment was more shock.
Mao Sandao probably also knew that for an elderly man, death was a normal thing.
Therefore, for Jiao Qiu'er, although his grandfather's death is sad, time can also make people relieved.
Taoist Master Banyun was different. In Jiao Qiu'er's heart, he was like a beacon in the dark and a guiding light in the fog.
Back then, if Banyun hadn't given Jiao Qiu'er some tips and advice to start a company, he might still have accomplished nothing, and his enviable "rich body and noble appearance" would have been buried in vain. Chinese website
Therefore, in Mao Sandao's view, Jiao Qiu'er's current reaction was normal.
"He has indeed become an immortal. I even went to worship him." Mao Sandao stood up and gently patted Jiao Qiu'er's shoulder to show his comfort.
Jiao Qiu'er slumped on the ground as if his bones had been stripped off, and his eyes were dull as if his consciousness had been withdrawn.
The news came unprepared and was undoubtedly a huge blow to him.
Mao Sandao had already guessed that Jiao Qiu'er would have such a sad reaction, and all he could do was stay by his side silently.
