45. Extra: Selling sugar - the romance of the rich second generation in the township
After careful consideration, Cheng Qinghe set the honeymoon location in Europe.
Paris.
A city of history, a city of gastronomy.
As a turtle who participated in the work in China after reading a small book, and a young entrepreneur who has been to Shanxi and Inner Mongolia for investment inspection, Cheng Qinghe was a little excited when he thought of spending more than ten days of romantic travel with Xu Tao in a foreign country.
He found a lot of tips on the Internet, and solemnly placed an order to buy a free travel package, which cost a total of 38,000 yuan including visas, room fees, air tickets, insurance, etc. Then he took out his black card and called the airline, intending to upgrade his cabin.
Yes, the legendary black card.
Cheng Qinghe has a black card, which was sent by the bank on its own initiative. There is no opportunity to use it in ordinary times: the clothes are supplied by the garment factory affiliated to the group, the restaurants that are often visited can sign orders, the company car is taken on short-distance business trips, and the administrative department is responsible for booking tickets and rooms for long-distance travel. And he didn't have the opportunity to travel alone, and the driver and assistant would take care of the expenses on the road.
Those are all official duties, and in the private world of two people, Cheng Qinghe resolutely and actively asks to take on the responsibility of a man. Arrange the itinerary, carry the luggage, eat, chat and play with the food, chat and ...... โกโก, he's already thought it all.
The airline's phone has not been able to get through, and Cheng Qinghe knows that it is the norm. Whether it's airlines or banks, their hotlines are like a maze, with "please wait" after selecting numbers to move on to the next level. He pressed the hands-free button, and while waiting, he began to prepare the visa materials, and handed the corresponding โกโก and the like to the administrative sister to copy.
After several times of "do you want to continue waiting" to choose to wait, I finally connected, and a voice came from the other end of the phone, "Good morning, my work number is XXX, and I am happy to serve you." โ
Cheng Qinghe reported the e-ticket number to the customer service, and after a while, the customer service said embarrassedly, "Sorry, sir, I can't upgrade the cabin." She enthusiastically conducted a science popularization for Cheng Qinghe, about the distinction of economy class ticket classes, such as R and X cabins cannot be upgraded. If you want to upgrade, you have to refund the ticket and buy it again, and if you want to cancel the ticket, there will be a corresponding refund fee. The summary is, "Sir, the price of your two tickets is very favorable, and it will not be worth it if you refund the ticket and buy it again." You're young enough to choose a seat close to the escape door, which has more space and is correspondingly more comfortable with the discomfort of flying. โ
Silently weighing it in his heart, Cheng Qinghe accepted the reality and was content with the status quo of economy class.
He had to rejoice that Xu Tao was not particular, she could stand on the side of the road and eat pancakes, or she could sit in economy class for more than ten hours.
The bun has meat not on the folds, and she doesn't have the urge to break the Tianliang Wang.
The administrative girl came in with the copied materials and handed him the top one tremblingly.
What is it? a black mess.
Cheng Qinghe frowned.
The executive girl whispered, "A copy of the credit card." The copier supplier has come to help with the copying, but no matter how the parameters are adjusted, the copy is still black, this is the best version, and the numbers can be seen clearly. โ
Cheng Qinghe, "......"
He has 2.0 vision in both eyes, why can't he see the numbers on the photocopy?
It is difficult to recruit good people for the position of administrative clerk: the salary is not high, there is little room for promotion, and the work content is too trivial. Now the little girl can't scold, she will cry when she says a few more words with two bags of tears in her mouth, as if he is so vicious that the staff in the office dare not look at him directly, for fear that he will send the nameless fire to his head in the next second.
"Am I so hard to speak?" he asked Xu Tao angrily, showing her a copy of his ID card and asking her to judge.
Xu Tao carefully read the copy and said that it was definitely not his fault, and the embassy must not recognize his handsome nature from the blurred face.
She just likes him to be good-looking, especially his eyes, the tips of which are slightly raised, and his slender stature. At first sight, indulge in it.
After listening to her words, Cheng Qinghe's anger had already melted, but he was a little embarrassed, "How can I be so good." โ
She's so good-looking. Then when I turned around, even the old-fashioned conference room suddenly lit up.
Good memories come alive.
The two senior members of the Physiognomy Association disdained words to express their praise for each other's faces, and their bodies "spoke" the love of "the heart yearns for".
Love is more than just talking, it's about action.
In the morning, Xu Tao woke up in the crook of Cheng Qinghe's arm, and suddenly felt that this moment was long, as if those days of trekking were all for this moment. This man wasn't perfect, but he really wanted to help her protect her from the elements. She pressed her face against his chest, feeling the elasticity of the skin, unrestrained as a wild horse.
At six o'clock in the evening, the plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport, the sky was blue and the sun was shining.
As soon as they leave the arrival gate, there are still half-plane Chinese at the time of exit, which will all disappear into the sea of people, and the airport is bustling with people coming and going. Cheng Qinghe asked Xu Tao to sit down and rest, and went to buy a French mobile phone card.
I don't understand the French uncle.
For a long time, Cheng Qinghe only understood one of the sentences, "Are you not very good at English?"
In college, the sixth grade was excellent Cheng Qinghe, "......"
Sullen and upstairs, Cheng Qinghe found a supermarket, mobile phone cards, water, and chocolate. He took it to the checkout, and the black-haired, dark-skinned cashier asked for the number of days he stayed and recommended him another kind of mobile phone card, which was more suitable for short-term tourists.
That is, it must not be his problem.
Cheng Qinghe's confidence rebounded rapidly. When he met Xu Tao, he tore open the package and took out the instruction manual.
Well.
I can't read a single word.
Purely French.
Luckily, the numbers are Arabic.
The night in Paris came very slowly, Cheng Qinghe stood on the terrace and looked down the downstairs, the small restaurants on the street were laughing and laughing, and some people were holding guitars and playing and singing to themselves. It's nearly ten o'clock in the evening, the gray-blue twilight is still nostalgic, and the flowers bloom in every window, which is another life.
You don't have to live so hard.
Fresh milk is more than one yuan and a large stick, red wine is two or three yuan per bottle, and the steak is tender and juicy.
You must leave work on time at 8 p.m. at the latest. Closed on weekends.
The doves flew down and roamed the streets with impunity.
A man in a suit pushing a stroller to work, a woman striding a shooting star, smoking a cigarette in a very free posture.
Chinese students who work in a department store for a summer can earn enough for a year's living expenses.
Capitalism of all evils.
The wind on the Seine River was strong, and Cheng Qinghe draped his clothes on Xu Tao's head, so that her long hair would not be blown into a mess. She looked intently at the bridge not far away, the boat was about to arrive, and the concentric locks on the bridge were becoming clearer and clearer.
"If everyone in the world had only one true love, what were the chances of meeting?"
"We didn't identify with each other when we made eye contact. I like you, but not to the point where I have to. You don't have either, you just think I'm a good candidate, to the age of the world to consider marriage. โ
"What made us decide to be together?"
Cheng Qinghe, "......"
"But we're already together. He tried to reason.
"That dream. There was no way at the end, I stepped on the accelerator, and the car flew off the broken bridge, and now it has changed. Xu Tao hugged her in his arms by Cheng Qinghe, "The front one is still the same, but I threw myself on your back when I flew out." She looked up at him, "I wouldn't do such a stupid thing." โ
He brushed her hair behind his ear and kissed her forehead, "Hmm." โ
Xu Tao said, "You didn't send 520 red envelopes, you're not happy." โ
Cheng Qinghe, "......"
True or fake?" Those who post big red envelopes, who in the family is in charge of money?" He wants to be a logical man and will never be rounded into a ditch.
The boat moved slowly, there was no band on the bridge, no flowers, and they sat among the tourists, like an ordinary couple, taking advantage of the holiday to enjoy an ordinary tour.
Cheng Qinghe held Xu Tao's hand, felt her pull out, and quickly held it hard.
Her hands were a little cold, and he warmed her with his palm, "Where to go for afternoon tea? Is the Louvre good? Is there a jet lag? How about eating lobster at night? I see a restaurant specializing in lobster, drink some champagne?"
Don't expect a child who has grown up under the hard and simple thinking of veterans to suddenly open his mind......
And don't expect a hard-working speculator to suddenly understand......
"In the future, it is better for the child to study business administration, and we will retire early and hand over the company to him. We were eating, drinking, and playing around all day, and I wanted to go to Alaska and watch fishing. Cheng Qinghe thought beautifully. He kissed her long hair, wrapped a lock around his fingertips, and generously promised, "Where do you want? I'll accompany you, go where you want to go first." โ
Xu Tao thought for a while, "You can go anywhere, I will go wherever you go." She once drove through half of China alone, and on a long journey, she saw the morning glow in the sky, and also learned the lights of the dark night traffic. She is not afraid of loneliness, and is even willing to exchange money for the freedom of loneliness, but it is not bad to have him by her side.
One night many years ago, when she was tired of crying and had enough trouble, she felt hopeless for the first time about the powerless world, and it was he who stayed by her side, caressing her back, and whispering to persuade her not to cry. He said sophistically, "If you want to cry, cry for a while, but don't cry for too long, there will be a way, and if you cry too much, you won't have the strength." โ
She hiccups with twitches.
His voice became more and more distant in exhaustion, "I won't cry, save the strength to cry, I want to be the person I want to be." If there is fate, this is my fate: I will not accept my fate, and I will never let go of what I want. โ
And now, she remembered his sneaky little gestures, the negotiations for the purchase of the house in Paris with her name as the buyer, the bold words he made when he proposed, that he would buy her a house in all the international cities, that he would not buy a diamond ring or a car.
Isn't it stupid...... Then you get when you can retire.
She leaned into his shoulder socket and smiled.
Come on, look after you.