Li Youyue has been a little irritable lately, after graduating in September last year, she came directly to work at the Prato Club, and she finally won the position of administrative assistant to the president, which made her gain countless envious eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHer best friend Lu Yan even said sourly behind her back: "What's the use of our books no matter how good we learn, it's not as good as having a beautiful face." ”

These words naturally came to her ears to be flattered, but Li Youyue didn't have much resentment about them. A single-parent family and a very early contact with society, she has long understood that if you want to get it, you must first learn to bear it.

However, after entering the club, Li Youyue did not take office immediately, and she stayed in the operation department to study for more than three months. In fact, Chen Lin's previous work schedule was all done by Ella, and now he is just handing over this part of the work. Of course, for this future son of heaven, no one in the operation department dared to give her a look, and they all coaxed each other with a smile, which made Li Youyue feel that once upon a time, as a newcomer to the car dealership, he served tea and water, ran errands to buy coffee and snacks, and still suffered from his face and was reprimanded at every turn. Of course, she knew what was going on in front of her.

So she didn't get complacent, compared to the unspeakable purpose in her heart, everything in front of her was nothing. As a result, she behaved more modestly and cautiously, easy to get along with, and soon got along with the whole club, and for the work assigned to her, she was uncompromising and completed it with 200% quality, which made her top boss Ella also look up to this beautiful oriental girl.

However, Chen Lin still didn't mean to transfer her to his side, or he simply forgot about it, which made Li Youyue a little disappointed.

On this day, she was sitting in the position assigned to her, and the phone in front of her suddenly rang.

"Hello?"

"Yue, it's Mom, are you busy?"

Li Youyue frowned slightly, Zhang Cuifang rarely called her when she was at work: "Mom, something?" ”

"Did your eldest cousin call you?" Zhang Cuifang asked cautiously.

"He found you?" Li Youyue's voice began to rise.

"Yue, your eldest cousin can't help it. I heard that you entered the club in the forest, and your eldest cousin patted his chest with other customers and promised, saying that it would be a trivial matter to get a few tickets......"

"Joke, what obligation do I have to get him a ticket, when I was a child, my grandmother boiled eggs and only theirs, when did I have me, when did they partner when our family was in difficulty?" Li Youyue sneered.

"I can't say that, after all, it's a relative, and the broken bones are still connected to the tendons. The past two years have not been good, your uncle's family has relied on your eldest cousin's business to support, if you really have a way, you can get him two tickets for the cup, and your eldest cousin said that he paid for it. Zhang Cuifang still persuaded bitterly.

"He's paid for it, right? What is the popularity of this competition now, can it be bought with money? I'm a recent junior clerk, do I have that much face? Li Youyue didn't want to deal with his uncle's family at all, when his father died, because it was an accident, he had to pay a lot of money, and they didn't even come to the funeral for fear of borrowing money from them, so I thought of them at this time?

Hearing that Zhang Cuifang was still verbose, Li Youyue said impatiently: "Okay, Mom, I can't help with this, I still have something to do here, so I'll hang up first." ”

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Wen Deliang, a black market worker who smuggled to Prato from ZJ Taizhou six years ago, is already considered an old man here, and there are still tens of thousands of illegal residents like him in the IOLO industrial zone, and the inefficient Italian police have turned a blind eye and let it go after several law enforcement clashes.

Although he does not have an official identity, Vindelion does not feel uncomfortable, and he lives in a Chinese ghetto outside the walls of Prato, which resembles a county seat in China. Or in China's "urban-rural junction", there is not a single Italian element on the street, and there is even a street dedicated to Chinese wedding dresses, firecrackers, and wine banquet supplies. The Chinese who come here have copied the Chinese life here: Chinese shops can buy daily necessities, Chinese restaurants are full of 60 li, cram schools offer Italian and Chinese classes, Chinese clinics are not a problem to see a doctor and prescribe medicine, sauna city and KTV are for leisure and entertainment, and playing chess and cards in Chinese parks are very happy. Recently, several Chinese associations are still preparing to build a temple, and many of the workers who came with him have donated some according to the occasion.

The boss is very good to him, not only takes him to eat with him every day, but also often finds someone to introduce him to his girlfriend, although he has not looked at the right eye, but he also feels that the boss treats him like a family member, so he never cheats and cheats at work. The only drawback is that he is somewhat bored after work, and he has been a private teacher this year after graduating from high school, and he instinctively resists the life of getting together after dinner to play cards and play money. Usually he reads novels in my room, but the novels he scavenged from various sources have long been ruined by him. Thankfully, he has recently found a new hobby.

Boarding the bus to the east of the city, Wen Deliang nested in his seat and pretended to sleep, last night in order to catch up with the goods and rest today, he worked overtime until 3 o'clock in the morning, they have four days off a month, no matter when they ask for leave, as long as there is no backlog of orders in the factory. Although tens of thousands of people have slept well, they still feel that they have no energy. But he didn't dare to really fall asleep, don't think how good the security is abroad, in Prato, thieves like to attack Chinese who are keen to carry large amounts of cash, and once robbed, most of the Italian police will not take the Chinese report to heart.

The bus stopped at a stop in the city, and even if Chen Lin closed his eyes, he could feel that there were many people coming up. Suddenly, he looked up in surprise when he heard someone greet him in Italian. You know, he has been in Prato for a long time, and he has always felt that the Chinese are incompatible with the local people here, and the Italians are naturally enthusiastic and optimistic, and they are not recognized by the Chinese living there. The hard work and self-made work of the Chinese made the Italians feel mysterious and afraid, accusing the Chinese immigrants of stealing their "jobs" and doing whatever it took to make money. In addition to the station and bus, there are few Chinese in the city center. Even though some people ride the same bus every day, the Chinese and Italians are still silent about each other.

I saw that the other party was wearing the same clothes as himself, and even painted blue oil paint on his face. Vindrian finally remembered that the other party seemed to be the Italian girl with whom he had sat and watched the game last week. In that game, Prato drew away to Arsenal and beat league rivals Atalanta 3-0 at home, moving up one place in the rankings and getting closer and closer to direct promotion to the first division.

At that time, the fans in the audience were crazy, and Wen Deliang was also infected, and even held hands with the girl in front of him to make a human wave. After that, although Wen Deliang was a little embarrassed, the girl didn't take it to heart, and Wen Deliang also knew that the other party's name was Sara. After that, the two chatted while watching the game, but fortunately, Wen Deliang was bored and signed up for an Italian cram school for a while, and the basic conversation was not a problem. In fact, after the actual contact, both parties found that the communication between the two ethnic groups was not so boring, because each was very curious about each other's lives.

And after that, Wen Deliang, who was quite speculative, still regretted that he didn't know when the next time they met. I didn't expect Prato to be so small, and I met it like this.

Wen Deliang hurriedly greeted him, and saw that Sara was still holding a middle-aged and elderly couple, and the male elder was wearing Prato's jersey like Sara, and couldn't help but wonder: "Are you going to watch the game?" ”

"Of course, our family is a Prato fan, not to mention such an important match."

Seeing that the two old men were still standing, Wen Deliang hurriedly got up and gave up his seat, and even stabbed the Chinese guy sitting next to him. After the two old men thanked and sat down, the two sides chatted enthusiastically, there was a Prato and Cup Winners' Cup match, and the two sides did not have to worry about the lack of topics. Since the bus was heading for the Bisenchio Stadium, many of the fans on the bus were going to watch the game, and many people joined in, including local Italians, second-generation Chinese and Italian-speaking immigrants, and Chinese fans who needed to translate and didn't know Italian at all. The bus is like a microcosm, reflecting the little changes in the small society of Prato.

ps: Apologize again, the computer broke last night, and now I only wrote a chapter, and I'll make it up next week, so please forgive me!