In San Francisco, a residential neighborhood near Chinatown, a somewhat dated townhouse erupted into a heated argument with the sound of porcelain breaking on the floor.

A few minutes later, the door was slammed open, and a middle-aged man with messy hair rushed out of the house, running onto the road without looking back, heading towards the bay.

"Shit! It's all shit!" Evan Brant clutched his head, his chest filled with depression and resentment.

A few months ago, when the sales data for the first month of '73 came back to his desk, he almost fainted.

Nine thousand?!

He quickly found out the reason: the retailers' feedback was ignored by the customer service department, the salesmen closest to the market neglected to return because they were in a hurry to rush to the next target area, and no salesman made a phone call to the warehousing and freight department to learn about the delivery, because no one paid attention to the calls......

It wasn't until the end of the month that he personally went to check the inventory for the sake of business, and he was able to calculate this dizzying figure, and even 20% of the original plan was not achieved.

Brandt immediately contacted Chairman Primham, who seemed to sense the urgency of the matter and finally arrived at the company on the third day to hold a meeting of department managers.

At the meeting, the young playboy scolded for half an hour, and both Brant and the other department heads were the targets of his anger.

In the end, the heads of various departments reluctantly agreed that they would unite and contribute to the Odyssey's sales, and after Primham, who was slightly satisfied, left, the conference room fell into a dead silence.

Looking at the disdainful faces of the various directors, Brandt understood a desperate fact, that is, the Odyssey is over, and Mirova is also finished.

He had his resignation letter ready before the end of the first quarter, but before he could see Primham, he was fired with a phone call.

Under the cold gaze of a group of colleagues with different thoughts, he left the company where he had served for three years and the first employer of his career.

He is full of tragedy, injustice, and the confidence to make a comeback and a hint of longing to turn back and slap his face.

However, the truth is depressing that Priham may not be a good operator, but he is definitely a good socializer, and as he travels from party to party in California, rumors that Brant is to blame for the Odyssey project failure quickly spread in popularity.

From San Francisco to Los Angeles, all the companies and headhunters in the circle knew the news.

Naturally, Brandt's re-employment plan has suffered a major setback, he has been unemployed at home for nearly two months, and no matter how virtuous his wife is, he will not be able to withstand the pressure of supporting the family alone, and family crises are inevitable, and today's big outbreak is a catharsis after a long period of depression.

The sea breeze from San Francisco Bay blew away some of his anger, and Brant found himself standing at the entrance to the Golden Gate Bridge, looking at the sparkling sea, his body trembling a little, controlling some sudden dangerous thought, and forcibly turning away.

Back in his neighborhood, he noticed a Lincoln limousine parked in front of his house, and he quickened his pace, stopping in front of the wooden door that he had badly damaged an hour earlier.

From inside the room came the familiar but long-lost cheerful laughter of his wife, as well as the voice of a strange man.

Are you about to betray me so soon?

A sharp pain struck his heart, and it took him several seconds to crouch down before he could barely get back to his feet, turn and stride away.

"Hi honey, where are you going?"

He turned his head, his expression unusually cold, the beautiful face that had once haunted his dreams, and the smile was extremely moving, but it made him sick in his heart.

"Shouldn't I have left, in the face of the fact of despair, give me a chance to preserve my last dignity for the sake of how much I have loved you. ”

"Oh my God, what are you talking nonsense?" the woman covered her face in horror.

"Hi Brant, long time no see, are you okay?"

A man's face poked out of the door, with a gentle smile, which seemed to be somewhat familiar, with a yellow face.

Brant quickly rummaged through his mind.

"Leon gave us your address, so I'm sorry for taking the liberty of coming straight to the door. The young man walked out with a smile and stretched out his hand from afar, "Maybe you don't know, we've already acquired Mirohua. ”

"Oh, you, you're Mr. Zhang from Xiangjiang!" Brandt snapped back to his mind, and then fell into a huge shock, "You said, you bought Mirohua?"

"Yes, yesterday it was finally approved by the FTC and the Ministry of Commerce, and in the legal sense, I am now the new boss of Mirohua. Zhang Heng smiled.

"That's right......" Brant was a little dazed and forced to laugh, "Congratulations, Mr. Zhang." ”

"Leon recommended you, and Mr. Zhang specially invited you to work in the company. Seeing her husband's confused appearance, the wife finally couldn't help but speak.

Brandt was stunned, and looked at Zhang Heng blankly, Zhang Heng took the initiative to hold his hand that was a little cold by the sea breeze, "Tian Lenong told me, you are a capable sales executive, but unfortunately you can't be the master, he suggested that I hire you as the executive president of New Mirohua, I seriously considered it and decided to accept this suggestion, now, the problem lies in your choice." ”

"Can I?" muttered Brant, who had nearly collapsed from the blow of great happiness.

"You can, my dear, haven't you always had the ambition to take Mirova to new heights?" said his wife, hugging him.

The familiar smiling face and affectionate eyes made Brant's heart gradually recover, and he hugged the lover who he almost thought he was going to lose, "Well, dear, I can do it!"

After waiting for them silently for three minutes, Zhang Heng had to interrupt: "Brant, we will go to the company in an hour to hold a meeting, and I will give you fifteen minutes to tidy up your appearance." ”

"Yes, boss!" Brandt let go of his wife and ran into the house, stopping at the door and turning back and shouting, "Thank you!"

It only took him three minutes to take a shower, his wife was on the side, and two minutes later he was fully dressed, and when he was about to walk out of the room, he thought about it, went back to the living room, picked up the phone, and made a call.

At Lao Tian's house, two blocks away from here, Tian Lenong put down the phone and said to his parents with a smile: "Brant accepted Zhang's invitation. ”

Lao Tian said proudly: "Xiao Zhang Sheng is amazing, when I was in the Kowloon Exchange, I saw it at first sight, and immediately befriended him without hesitation." ”

"Don't brag, it's Xiao Zhangsheng who has a good heart and sympathizes with you to help you, okay!" Aunt Tian glared at him, looked back and warned her son with a smile: "It seems that Xiao Zhangsheng trusts you very much, you and Brant must do a good job!"

On the sofa, a young woman who was whispering to Lao Tian's daughter-in-law looked up and asked curiously: "Uncle, aunt, you are talking about Xiao Zhang Sheng, is that the person from Lantian Estate in Xiangjiang?"