Niu Liang operated according to Chen Xin's advice for a period of time, and at first he was able to proceed calmly, and from time to time added a little new creativity to the service, from which he experienced a kind of innovative happiness. But gradually, I felt dissatisfied and upset, and a kind of regret spread and grew in my heart, and I always felt that the big innovation pregnancy could not be born in the womb, and it was really not enjoyable to taste this pleasure. I wanted to ask Chen Xin a few times about the progress of his research, but when I thought of telling Chen Xin that he would tell him as soon as he researched it, it was not easy to fight again. Once, after thinking about it, I thought that Chen Xin might have researched it, and thought that time had passed too long, and I might have found someone else and stopped calling, and finally couldn't help but dial Chen Xin's phone number:

"Hey, Chen Xin?------ I'm Niu Liang------ how are you doing?"

There was a very friendly apology on the phone: "I'm sorry! I haven't figured it out yet! I've kept you waiting! Are you looking for someone else? Maybe someone has already figured it out?"

Niu Liang: "I only believe you!"

Cellphone: "Then I'll work harder! I'll tell you as soon as I get it out!"

Niu Liang: "I will always wait for your good news!"

From then on, Niu Liang didn't dare to call Chen Xin again. The wait is anxious. The only long wait is more anxious! It seems to be a catalyst for rapid growth, once the cow looks in the mirror, and feels much older! He hurriedly calms his mood, in order to prevent his youth from disappearing prematurely! After a few days of calming down, he can't help but feel bored. And so on and so forth.

During this period, Zhou Huilai called twice to inquire. Every time, Niu Liang replied in Chen Xin's way: "I'm sorry! It's not enough to improve the technology! I'll tell you as soon as I get it!"

Zhou Hui finally reminded regretfully: "Autumn is almost over! I'm afraid no one can afford winter!"

Niu Liang smiled bitterly with a hint of humor: "Then wait for next autumn!"

On this day, Niu Liang was in a bad mood again because of this, and he didn't know when this waiting would end. When I wake up in the morning, I feel a little melancholy. God also seems to be human, and his face has been gloomy. In the middle of the afternoon, Niu Liang pulled a female customer, thirty years old, and when she got into the car, for some reason, her fair face also revealed a melancholy expression. A woman's melancholy is overt, like a dark cloud on a rainy day, which makes people gloomy. And the melancholy of men, especially of handsome men, is hidden, and it is not easy to see, it only adds a kind of seriousness to the countenance—a beauty of force, which can be summed up in a fashionable word, that is, cool!