Cheng Qinghe's stomach was not compatible with the food provided by Zhao Congzhou, so he began to have diarrhea when he got home, going back and forth between the bed and the toilet all night, and eating breakfast with dark circles under his eyes the next day.

The rules of the Cheng family are that all three meals must be eaten normally.

Cheng Zhongguo loves to make noodles. Older people don't snooze, get up at five o'clock in the morning and make noodles, and when Cheng Qinghe gets up, the hand-rolled noodles for two people have been completed.

The noodles are gluten, the diced meat and dried tofu are mixed with the marinade, the red and yanyan are covered with a layer of chili oil, and the noodles are sprinkled with some green shallots.

Cheng Qinghe felt that his intestines were contracting indiscriminately, and he refused to this food with heavy oil and thick sauce, and its cry for the porridge and side dishes was forced down. He picked up his chopsticks and enjoyed breakfast face to face with his father.

Cheng Zhongguo was too worried about hard work when he was young, and his face was already eroded by wind and frost, but he was upright on any occasion and full of family style. In contrast, although Cheng Qinghe is handsome, he looks too tender, and most of the time he has to keep his face calm, so as not to be looked down upon - in the first year of his work in Changyuan, many suppliers and customers treat him as a new intern, and embroidered pillows and a bag of grass can be called upon.

Cheng Zhongguo finished eating and looked at his son thoughtfully. Zhao Gang visited Cheng Qinghe's "real place" and was full of praise, "There is a look, there are specifications, I think it can be done, and mass production can be considered." Cheng Qinghe signed a contract with a doctor who returned from studying in the United States to develop ultra-pure detergents. The doctor is a shareholder of technology, and Cheng Qinghe is responsible for the venue, equipment, and so on.

Cheng Zhongguo has known about this for a long time, but he always feels that it is not reliable, what can the hairy guy do? Most of them were deceived by the so-called Dr. Liumei. I have seen a lot of people, and I have taught at American universities? Maybe I will put up a pretense that they will not drink foreign ink. He didn't seriously stop Cheng Qinghe, he came from a young age, how could he not understand the desire to make contributions burning in his blood. However, if Zhao Gang said yes, maybe it would really work.

Cheng Qinghe looks more like his mother, but his broad shoulders and lips are full of traces of his father. Except for his slightly irritable temper, everything else is stronger than that of young people of the same age, Cheng Zhongguo thought of Zhao Gang's son, the mud that couldn't be glued to the wall, and he couldn't help but be glad that he found the signs early and decisively sent Cheng Qinghe to a full boarding school since he was a child. As the old saying goes, if you are not strict, you will not be talented. The little kingdom he created was not for defeat.

Cheng Qinghe struggled to stuff noodles into his mouth, and his stomach began to rebel. His forehead and back were covered with sweat, and he poured a glass of warm water pretending to be so spicy, Cheng Qinghe took a deep breath behind his father's back, and secretly warned himself not to vomit.

In Cheng Zhongguo's eyes, if you can't eat, you have to eat, and only after eating can you have the strength to work.

"Are you still blaming me for firing that girl surnamed Xu?" asked Cheng Zhongguo coldly.

Cheng Qinghe clenched his cup and subconsciously replied, "No." ”

"I said hello to Director Ma, it's not that she's bad, it's that the old employees in our company are too troublesome to tolerate newcomers. And a talent like her is too aggrieved to fall to us. Cheng Zhongguo said slowly, "Of course, this is the superficial reason, and you also know the truth, everyone is on fire when it comes to raw material procurement." In the past year, you took 200 million yuan from the group in the purchase of coal alone, which is equivalent to 200 million less dividends that should go into the pockets of shareholders. ”

Cheng Qinghe stood in place and responded in a low voice, "Hmm." ”

"Buying land and building factories, don't be in a hurry, how many enterprises have fallen in recent years, and then move the market clearly. ”

Market...... Won't wait there. Cheng Qinghe lowered his eyes and answered again. What should be said was said that night, the factory is too good for the welfare of employees, raising a group of lazy people, late, early departure, vacation overtime, relying on each other is relatives dare anything. As for the management, there is no idea of leading by example, and the benefits cannot be less, and they shrink back when they contribute. It was too difficult to move this tangled tree, so he had other ideas.

Cheng Zhongguo felt that everything that should be said had been said, and the current way of the world was Lao Tzu explaining to his son. He frowned and said, "What are you doing standing there? ”

Without waiting for Cheng Qinghe to answer, Cheng Zhongguo had already left the table. It wasn't until there was a sound of the door closing upstairs that Cheng Qinghe threw up by the sink and vomited, his stomach was pumping, he endured it too hard, and his back was full of cold sweat.

In the morning, it was time for Cheng Zhongguo to read Wen Jiàn's office, and basically he didn't come out of the room, but maybe he would come down to inspect when he heard the movement. Cheng Qinghe wiped the tears from his eyelashes, seized the time to clean up the "scene", and poured out most of the leftover bowls of noodles. Throwing away the garbage, he walked quickly to the car, and picked up Cheng Pinghe as he passed the bus stop.

"Your face is very bad. Cheng Ping and Jianyi, "Why don't you take a day off?"

Cheng Qinghe shook his head, as long as he looked at Cheng Pinghe's appearance, he knew that she was not knocked down by the simple hot pot, but then again, he ate the least last night, why was he the one who was sick, could it be that Zhao Congzhou's heart was unwilling to unconsciously and invisibly diverge into the dish?

This idea is too outrageous, Cheng Qinghe smiled silently, the one who is close to the ink is black, and he has to deal with Xu Tao a lot, he has learned to think nonsense.

It's good that she doesn't think of anything like she does. He was too happy, and the next moment he realized that he was talking nonsense, "Zhao Congzhou, this kid, glared at me again and again, and poisoned me in the soup?"

Cheng Qinghe closed his mouth.

Cheng Pinghe heard that he was vomiting and diarrhea, although she had no symptoms, but it was difficult to guarantee that Xu Tao was fine, so he sent a text message to greet him, thought about it, and sent another message to Zhao Congzhou.

"I'm fine, take care. Xu Tao's reply came quickly.

Zhao Congzhou's side sank into the sea like a stone, silently.

The diligent person is diligent at any time, and the lazy person is suitable for sleep in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Xu Tao had already gotten up early in the morning to have a conference call with someone, "Yes, this thing is not easy to do, and it is not just a matter of money." As I said, their current contradictions are still minor internal contradictions, and once something happens, they will put aside their internal contradictions and unite with the outside world. ”

She moved her hands and feet while listening to the conversation on the other side of the phone.

"Don't care, we'll do ours, wait for the time to come, step by step, don't rush. Xu Tao smiled, "I won't open for three years, I'll eat for three years, for now: wait." It's not my credit, their character dictates the direction. Yes, it's all written on your face. He doesn't have to sue him. I'm not afraid, I'll meet it, and I'm not a thief, I'm not afraid. ”

"Yes - he's even more handsome than in the pictures, and he's not photographed. Okay, the discussion here is over, the warm-up is over, it's time to get down to business. She glanced at the table on the screen, "According to yesterday's schedule, Huasheng's ......"

The meeting was very brief, and it ended after 20 minutes, Xu Tao was still unfinished, closing his eyes and leaning on the back of his chair in contemplation. She can't move yet, she is good at waiting, and it is this patience that supports her through the long semester. She never doubted the energy and time spent on each study, which was grinding and accumulating.

Thinking of the text message, the corners of her mouth flashed with a smile, I don't know what happened to that poor person, obviously everyone else is fine, could it be that Zhao Congzhou's eyes will be poisoned and targeted at him alone?