At lunchtime, some colleagues who met him greeted Mo Fan: "Brother, you have done a good job this month!"

Mo Fan smiled and said, "It's just luck." ”

Salespeople who do well in performance, even if they do not hold any positions, have a very high status in the company. And if the performance is not good, no one can afford to go anywhere. In the past, Mo Fan was not good at interacting with people, but in fact, others were not very willing to deal with him, so he has always belonged to the fringe of the company and will be ignored most of the time.

With the completion of Chen Weijie's order, Mo Fan's status in the minds of others has quietly changed. Although almost everyone thought that he was just lucky and nothing remarkable, even the people who greeted him were no exception, he finally made some sense of presence in the company: Oh, it turns out that there is a person named Mo Fan in the company.

This sense of existence is not spatial, but psychological. Good or bad, Mo Fan has been in the company for more than a year, and it is not air after all.

For the sudden attention, Mo Fan did not feel any pressure or discomfort, what should he do.

He returned to the company after eating, and when he entered the door, Qiu Yan happened to pass in front of him, and when Yu Guang saw him, he snorted lightly in his nostrils, and then tilted his chin and walked over with his head held high.

Regarding Qiu Yan's attitude, Mo Fan just smiled slightly. He knew that this chick had always looked at herself unpleasantly, and suddenly made Mr. Chen's order, I was afraid that he was a little envious, jealous and hateful. The so-called not being envied by others is mediocrity, and it was impossible to make people jealous and hated before, which is also a kind of progress, right?

The two walked towards the seat one after the other, Qiu Yan's pace was not fast, and Mo Fan followed behind, with no intention of "overtaking".

In the past, Mo Fan had a little idea about Qiu Yan, of course, he just wanted to it, and never expressed it. The two are about the same age, and they get along day and night, so it's normal to have this kind of thought. Although Qiu Yan's appearance is just passable, in the university where Mo Fan studied, he is definitely worthy of the word "beauty".

For twenty-five years, Mo Fan's experience in the relationship between men and women has been blank, and four years of college should have been the best time, but he has dedicated all his free time to novels and computer games. Besides, there is an imbalance in the ratio of men and women in engineering schools, and there are more serious monks and less porridge, so how can a little resource get him who is nervous and speechless when he sees a beautiful woman.

But but not does not mean that he does not want to, no matter how dull his personality is, it is difficult to stop his floating heart stimulated by male hormones. In the past, his fantasies about Lu Xiaorong were mostly based on the physiological level. As for Qiu Yan, there is probably more emotion. But no matter which one it is, it's the YY of sullen otaku.

However, at this time, seeing Qiu Yan twisting his waist and walking in front of him, Mo Fan didn't have any ideas, probably because he was "seeing" more knowledgeable and his vision was different.

The only feeling is that this chick walks well and pretentiously. It may be that she is learning from Lu Xiaorong, because Qiu Yan didn't walk like this before, but it's a pity that Handan is a toddler, which makes people can't bear to look at it directly.

Qiu Yan sat down first, snorted again, twisted his face to the side, and didn't look at Mo Fan.

Mo Fanxin said, you are sick, you have to ye! Seeing a faint red on Qiu Yan's face, he thought with some wicked taste, she couldn't have just made some degree of physical contact with Shen Tai'an, right?

The direction Qiu Yan walked in before was Shen Tai'an's office.

But Mo Fan was just joking in his heart. Even if Shen Tai'an failed to hook up with Lu Xiaorong and turned his target to Qiu Yan, it had nothing to do with him. As long as Shen Tai'an didn't take the initiative to provoke, Mo Fan really had no interest in paying attention to this person. As for Qiu Yan, it is even more out of consideration.

After sitting down, Mo Fan lay down on the table and slept. He felt that it was a good habit and that he didn't need to change anything. Take a nap for about half an hour at noon and be energetic throughout the afternoon. Those who say napping is a bad habit often get lethargic in the afternoon.

If there is anything bad about it, it may be that it is easy to accumulate fat in the abdomen. But by exercising regularly, you can eliminate this effect.

In the afternoon, when Mo Fan was paying attention to the futures electronic disk, he received two calls asking about the video surveillance system. The two units that called were both companies that had sent emails before.

The customer MF plug-in has been open for more than a day and has sent out more than 16,000 emails. There is feedback from only two companies, and the proportion is really low. And the two families just asked, and there was no substantive intention.

But Mo Fan is not in a hurry at all, whether the plan will work or not, it will take time to test. There is always a process from receiving the email to giving feedback, and for various reasons, this time may be long.

Also, today is Friday. On Friday afternoons, people's hearts are often fluctuating, and most people's minds have entered a state of vacation, and there are not many people who can do things with peace of mind. Just look at how many people in this sales hall are doing business, so even if customers have purchase intentions, most of them will be put on the next week's schedule.

After the futures market closed, Mo Fan wandered around the Internet again as usual, looking for information that he thought would be useful. Inadvertently, I couldn't help but feel a little strange when I saw Qiu Yan go to Lu Xiaorong's office.

The sales department has a regular meeting every Friday afternoon, which is attended by the deputy supervisor level and above. At this time, Lu Xiaorong has already gone to the meeting, what is Qiu Yan doing in her office?

After a short time, Qiu Yan came out, returned to his seat and sat down, as if it was just a very normal behavior before.

Mo Fan saw a hint of excitement on her face that could not be concealed, and couldn't help but have some doubts. Why did this chick go, why does she look like a thief?

He shook his head at the thought of this. Qiu Yan is also Lu Xiaorong's apprentice, and speaking of which, the relationship between the two is not bad, they often go shopping together or something, Qiu Yan likes to pull Lu Xiaorong as a staff officer when buying clothes, and it is normal for women to have a little secret.

My mind is a little too dark, if I let others know that I had a little idea about Qiu Yan in the past, and now I look at others like this, I can't say that I hate because of jealousy?

Mo Fan condemned himself in his heart, put aside Qiu Yan's previous affairs, and continued to pay attention to the news on the Internet.

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On Saturday's rest day, Mo Fan still got up early to go for a morning run, and after eating breakfast and returning to his residence to take a shower, he found that he had nothing to do.

In the past, when he was resting, he would sleep lazily first, and when he got up, he would lie down and read a novel, and when he was hungry, he would get up and go to eat.

Now, of course, I don't want to spend the weekend so boring, but I have less than two hundred dollars in my pocket, and I have to last at least more than a week, and I don't seem to have much to do except stay in the house.

Of course, women can go shopping, even if they don't have money in their pockets, they can go shopping for a day and then buy nothing, and still feel fulfilled and meaningful.

Mo Fan hadn't reached this level yet, he would rather stay in this stuffy and cramped room.

Hey, bear with me, and then make other plans when you're ready. If you want to be a successful man, you must first endure loneliness!

After comforting himself, Mo Fan took out a thick novel from under the bed. Since it's to pass the time, you don't have to use high-speed reading, which is too energy-consuming. He flipped through it absentmindedly, this pirated book was very small, and there were many typos, which made him very painful to watch.

At nine or ten o'clock, the residents of the boarding house woke up one after another, and the house suddenly became lively.

Most people are office workers, so take advantage of this break to do some washing and drying activities. However, the public space is very limited, whether it is a bathroom or a balcony, it is not possible to meet the needs of so many people at once. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, disputes are inevitable, fortunately, everyone is used to it, there will naturally be no martial arts, but there are a lot of language battles, you say a word, mixed with the accent of many places, it is as lively as the train on the Spring Festival.

Mo Fan's brain was swollen by the noise, and after reading a few pages of the book, he couldn't bear it anymore, put on his clothes and rushed out of the door.

After spending a few hours in a book city, Mo Fan came out and had a casual meal and went to the park where he exercised in the morning.

On the grass in the shade of a tree sat a young man, as if he had just woken up. The young man's hair is relatively long, reaching shoulder-length, and with his demeanor, he is very artistic. The picture clip on the young man's lap and the few sketches in front of him also seem to indicate that he is an artistic youth.

Mo Fan glanced at the sketches in front of the young man and found that his skills were quite good, so he took a few more looks, and couldn't help but be a little admired. In terms of sketching alone, the level of this young man far exceeds that of ordinary street painters, which can be said to be quite rare.

"A portrait? The young man asked when he saw Mo Fan stop.

The price is also much higher than that of the average street painter. However, with the level of his "samples", it can be regarded as worth the money.

But Mo Fan didn't want to spend the money on this, so he shook his head and said very simply: "No money!"

The young man shrugged his shoulders, as if in regret.

At this time, a boy of six or seven years old ran over, saw the sketch in front of the young man, turned around and shouted, "Dad, I want to paint!" Soon a middle-aged man came over and asked the young man, "How much does it cost to draw a picture?"

"Fifty. The young man replied.

Mo Fan thought to himself, am I like a rich man? Or is this guy's painting charged according to the volume of the human body?

The boy took his father by the arm, jumped and said, "I'm going to paint! I'm going to paint!"

The middle-aged man did not bother with the price problem with the youth, and let the boy sit down on the grass. The young man played the clip, took out the charcoal and began to paint.

There was a bench next to it, also under the shade of the trees, Mo Fan sat down on the bench and watched the young man draw. He's here to kill the time, and he doesn't care what he does.

The boy was more active and couldn't sit still for less than two minutes. The middle-aged man had no choice but to sit down with the boy in his arms and tell him stories to amuse him. But the boy still writhed back and forth restlessly, and the middle-aged man smiled at the young man with some embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter. The young man said to the middle-aged man, both relieved and confident.